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"Love makes me want to cry."

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Jeongin walked into his house happily as he hugged Chan's hoodie to his chest. He heard a loud crash and immediately started to shake in fear.

"Yang Jeongin! Get in here now!"

Jeongin hurriedly took the hoodie off and put it in his backpack. He put the backpack on and held the straps tightly as he walked into the kitchen.

Jeongin's father sat at the table, looking at a newspaper, "Make me food." Jeongin bowed, "Yes sir. Is there anything you want specifically?"

Jeongin's father looked up, "Just make some damn food!"

Jeongin bowed quickly and ran to the refrigerator. He got out ingredients to make a sandwich and went to work.

Jeongin finished as quick as he could and placed the plate in front of his father. The man didn't spare a glance at Jeongin and took a bite from the sandwich.

Jeongin stood there looking at the ground, waiting for his next command. The man flipped his newspaper, "Why are you just standing there? Looking for beating? Go do something."

Jeongin let out a shaky breath and bow. He ran off and starting cleaning anything and everything he could.

Jeongin finally finished cleaning and found his father in the living room. The man called for Jeongin and he walked over, not making eye contact, "Y-yes sir?"

Jeongin's father looked at the TV as he talked, "Go take a shower. You have 10 minutes. If you aren't done and out the shower by then, you get a beating. I'm in a good mood so I decided to skip your beating tonight. I have someone coming over so don't you dare leave that room, or else."

Jeongin bowed and ran up the stairs quickly. He went into the bathroom without grabbing clothes and took a 5 minute shower. He brushed his teeth quickly and ran to his room.

He dried off and put a pair of shorts on with a t-shirt. Soon, his father walked in. He looked at Jeongin and nodded, "Lock this door. No one comes in and no one goes out."

Jeongin stood up and bowed, "Yes sir!"

Jeongin locked the door once his father closed it and slid down against it. He cried silently and crawled over to his backpack. He unzipped it and grabbed Chan's hoodie, then pulled it over his head.

He hugged the material to himself as he cried. He hated where he was and how he was treated, yet he loved his father and couldn't leave him. Not like his mother did.

He eventually cried himself to sleep while clinging onto Chan's hoodie, it being the only thing in his room that didn't feel dead and cold.

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434 words; 4.1.19
edited.

short chapt but thoughts?

also stan holland and support his new mv :)