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Months passed like minutes, but nothing changed. No matter how hard we tried, we still got hated for every small thing we did.
Jeongguk and I turned 16 a few days ago, but I didn't feel like celebrating it. What was there to celebrate anyway?
The change of my age isn't going to change me or my situation, it's just a different number.
It's tiring, really. I haven't talked to my grandmother in many months, Jaehyun is still upset with me because my dumbass doesn't know how to properly apologize, and I feel like literal shit in general.
My life has become so monotone and plain. Every day, I go to practice, go to work, get back and maybe get a wink of sleep when I'm not occupied with schoolwork.
"Ahri, eat!" Jin exclaims as he pushes my plate in front of me, annoyed with my stubbornness.
"No!" I disagree childishly as I push it back away.
"Aish, this girl," he massages his temples, "you haven't properly eaten in weeks!"
Crossing my arms, I sink down in my seat in front of the table.
"Eat this shit now," Yoongi states in a dangerously low voice as he motions towards the plate in front of me, staring at me hardly.
In the past few months, Yoongi has gotten much more patient. Whatever his own struggles may be, he must've figured them out on his own. But even the calmest cloud rains at times.
Scoffing annoyingly, I stand up from my seat. "Just leave me alone," I mumble and slam the kitchen door close to head to our shared bedroom.
Sitting down on my own bed, I pull my phone out to read more of the comments about us.
Sometimes, there are positive opinions about our group, but most of them have something against me since they think I'm destroying the band and that I don't belong here.
