I had been here for six years. I had been away from the person I love the most for six years. For six years I hated myself. For six years I regretted ever moving away. For six years I wanted to die, but no one knew...except me.
The next day
"Yoongi get your ass up!! We have things we need to do today!!" My father yelled at me through the door. I never want to get up. I love sleeping. It's the one time where I dont feel anything, where I have no worries, where reality doesnt exsist, and anything can happen. Anything I want, and all I wanted was to be with him...my love.
"YOONGI OUT OF BED NOW!" Oh God, please dont come in...it never ends well. "Yes dad, I will I'm up!" I said trying to sound as awake as possible. "Alright, if you're awake then come downstairs. You have exactly 5 minutes." He said. "Shit" I said to myself. I had barely woken up, I was NOWHERE NEAR being dressed.
Normally when I was waken by my dad like this it was important, which usually meant I had to dress nice. So I grabbed a nice button down shirt, slacks, and jewelry. My outfit was all black...like most of my clothing. It was practically the only colored clothing I owned.
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Yep, this is what I pulled together in under five minutes. I even surprised myself.
I walked downstairs to see my dad, only to be greeted by a different man. A man I did not know. He looked a bit scary, and he was obviously bigger than me....way bigger than me. He was older too, and looked important, so I bowed to show respect, and greeted him politely.
I'm guessing that was the right thing because next thing I knew he had hit my dad, for not doing the same.
This person looked me up, and down until finally he spoke, "I guess he will have to do." The way he spoke was cold, without remorse, or feeling. It sent shivers down my spine, I was now scared, but I didnt show it. I was afraid of showing that I was well....afraid.
My dad recovered quickly, and said, "Good now where is the money?" The man just looked behind him, I'm guessing it was his 'assistant', and his 'assistant' handed the bag over. He looked in the bag and said, "It was ₩112,273,000.00 ($100,000) right?"
It was in that moment when I saw my dad happy. It was the only time to. Ever since I could remeber I dont think I had ever seen him smile..not once, and to think all it took was to sell his son...
Yoongis Dads POV
I never really liked Yoongi. He was a disappointment in my eyes. Rather than disown him for the rest of his life, I sold him...so in a way, I guess I am disowning him? Ah, oh well. He's not my problem anymore.
Now that I have ₩112,273,000.00, I can do whatever it is I want. Maybe go to a bar, and get some women. Hmm we'll see, but first let me get the money in my hands.
"Yes", I replied to the man. I didnt know his name, but that didnt matter. All that mattered was the money. The money and my well being.
This man, yes, seemed dangerous, but I honestly really did not care. He handed my the bag full of money. I smiled, shook hands with him, and handed my "son" over, and that was that.
Yoongis POV
I watched as the man gave my dad the money. I watched as he got handed my freedom, and my little will to live. I watched the moment, when I realized my life....was no longer mine. I watched as I realized I would have no more freedom. I watched that moment over, and over again, until I remembered, him. The reason why I was still here, and yet, I dont think I'll ever be able to see him again.
My heart sunk. It shattered into a million pieces, like glass being dropped from a few stories high. My mom had once told me to follow my heart and I wanted to, but when your heart is shattered...which piece do you follow? They say, "Home is where the heart is.", but what if your heart is broken, and no longer able to function?
A million thoughts ran through my mind, until they were interrupted. I felt a firm grip around my skinny arm, as I didnt eat very much, and pull, more like drag, me away. I complied, as I didnt want things to get worse than they already were, but little did I know, I was in for one hell of a night.
I walked with these men, who were obviously WAY bigger than me, and looked like they werent afraid to do anything, to anyone. They roughly pushed me into a black SUV. That was when I knew....I would never be the same again. That was when I knew if I slip up, even the slightest, I would be beat. Being beat, and hit was nothing new to me, i had dealt with it for years, and still I had managed to act fine, because if I didnt, something else would happen. My hope would be taken away......forever.
2 hours later
We were still in the SUV. It was a very long drive. It had been tense in the car, as no one spoke. I wanted to fall asleep, and escape reality, but I was too worried, wondering what would happen if I did. 'Would they do anything?' 'Wiuld they hit me?' 'Would they leave me be?' I didnt want to risk it, so I stayed awake.
I looked out the window, confused on what I did wrong to lead me up.to this point in my life. 'What did I do, to deserve this?'
Then I asked myself: 'Was it even really my fault?' Then I thought: 'Why dad...why...'
