hot chocolate

13

after the classes, i went home. it was a hard decision, that took so many classes for me to rethink should i do it or not, but after all that i did.

i entered the house to be met with bags and my clothes in them. 'what?' i asked myself. 'what is all of this?'

'your stuff' my mom's voice appeared out of nowhere. i saw her standing in the doorway of our kitchen.

'what? why is it here?'

'you're moving to a orphanage.' she said coldly. 'what the fuck?' my heart broke into pieces. 'you're not a part of this family anymore, the way you treat ilsang and say bad stuff about him just takes it to another level.'

'so you're just going to leave your only child in an orphanage? what a great mother you fucking are' i yelled at her.

i was in shock that all of this was happening. i ran instantly out of that hell and to your apartment. i needed someone to talk to. i prayed that you were in there or that i will bump into you somewhere on my way.

i came to your apartment, my steps echoing through the cold hallway. i knocked on your dark door, and for my luck i instantly got a response. 'who is it?' it was your voice. thank god.

'it's me, songul. please open yoongi, i need to talk to you' i begged you, tears welling up in my eyes. you opened the door the same second.

'hey son-'

you couldn't even say anything before i hugged you. sobbing into your shirt.

'o-oh. s-sun? why are you crying? please come in' you said and pushed me softly off of you so i can step inside.

'y-yoongi... m-my m-mother-' i hiccuped, every word coming out as a stutter.

'what about her? did something happen to her?' your voice sounded sas, rushing up to me and holding my hands.

'n-no, b-but i wish..' you looked at me with a sad look in your brown eyes.

'don't say that' he pleaded.

'yoongi she is sending me to a fucking orphanage' i said as i cried into your shirt, making a wet mark on it.

'w-what?' you asked me surprised. confusion replacing the sad expression on your face. 'she is sending me to an orphanage because i apparantely said 'bad' things about her fucking husband so she cares more about some stupid man than her daugher' i said. every sob becoming inaudible.

'but why? what did you say about him?' you insisted. i really didn't want to tell you about that thing. i was going around it.

'yoongi, he used to meet me when i come from school and tell me that he is going to take me and we will move away somewhere far. just the two of us. he even hit me if i disrespected what he said. torture'

'those fucking idots' you stood up. 'wait yoongi, please.. stay' the last part came out as a whisper as my head drooped down.

your eyes softened and you pulled me into a warm hug.

'you can live with me sun' you raised my chin with your warm hand.

'what?' my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

'yes! you can move in!' you seemed excited about that idea.

'i wish yoongi, but i'm still a 17 year old girl. i'm a minor'

'so what? i am legal and i was never in an orphanage' you said. i just stared at him. 'after all, i've lived on my own for so long and so will you... please songul' you said as you hugged me even tighter.