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-Chapter 8-

"Yeah, I'm starting to think fate is pulling our legs."

And again, they met in the bus stop after school. They both sat on the bench that usually would. "Hey Jen, who's the boy that approached to you this afternoon during basketball training?" Yoongi asked. "I'm the one who is suppose to ask you that. He claimed that he's one of your friend." Jennie said. Yoongi scoffed, "He ain't Jin." Yoongi said. "Who is he?" Jennie asked. "I wouldn't have asked if I knew who is he." Yoongi said. "Right."

The wind howled as the sky turned grey. "Is it just me or does the sky just seems to turn grey whenever we meet at the bus stop?" Jennie asked. "I'd noticed it too," Yoongi replied. "It's weird isn't it?" 

Jennie nodded, "Yeah." They both shot their gaze on the grey skies as they sat there in silence.

Jennie opened the door before a hard kick is sent to her chest. Yelped in pain, her body came in contact  with the wall as she's then harshly shoved to it. "YOU BITCH! WHERE'S MY LUNCH?!" Her step-father yelled. He slapped her cheeks hard as tears urged to escape her eyes. Her step-father harshly shove her to the ground before continuing to abuse her.

Yoongi's cheek received a hard contact as a burning feeling lingers on his cheek. "What had I told you about your studies?! Min Yoongi, you had dropped from top 1 to top 2! Didn't I told you to study hard?! What if you don't get a good job in the future huh?! You want to be homeless?! Do you want to suffer what your eomma had suffered?!" His mother yelled. Yes indeed, Yoongi's results had dropped. "Mian." Was what Yoongi said. "If this continues again, I won't allow you to join basketball again! You won medals for that stupid sport when you're suppose to win medals for your results! What good can sport do to you anyways?! What's so important about it-"

"Appa used to teach me to play basketball." 

Another slap flew across Yoongi's cheek.

"HOW DARE YOU BRING UP ABOUT THAT USELESS MAN?! YOU WANT TO BE LIKE HIM?! YOU'LL ONLY END UP LIKE A FAILURE YOONGI! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?!" His mother screamed. But Yoongi held no emotions on his expression, he felt hurt, rage.. but he locked those emotions in his body. He grabbed his bag and left to the attic, ignoring his mother's yells again. Yoongi closed the door behind him as he threw his bag aside. 

He slumped in a corner, hugging himself quietly. He felt forced, unfair..

Caged..

Min Yoongi wants to be free. Free from this world, free from this torture. Free from his own sorrows.. 

His tears began to gather in his eyes, blurring his vision. Why? He asked. Why am I always the one who doesn't deserve freedom?  Yoongi snuggled into his arms as he finally cried in silence.

Jisoo entered into her room after a drink in the kitchen. Just as she took a seat on her bed, her phone rang. She quickly answered the call. "Ayo wassup Irene!" Jisoo smiled. "You really need to stop phone calling me," Irene sighed. "Sorry I didn't pick up your call just now. What do you want?" 

"Your homework."

"Tomorrow, school's dance studio."

"Omo, gomawo Irene-shi! You're the best!" Jisoo squealed. "Ok, now let me sleep." Irene said. "Wait wait, could you ditch your sleep for a while?" Jisoo asked. "Bitch, no. You know how important sleeps are for me." Irene replied. "Oh, ok. Goodnight then."

Irene sensed something wrong in Jisoo's tone. Sighing as she unwrapped the blanket on her. "Talk, before I regret my decision." Irene stated. Jisoo's face lit up at Irene statement. "Well, I think Jennie's abused again.." 

With that, Irene immediately got up from her bed. "Mwo?!" 

"I-I mean, she's behaving really weird in our text just now.." Jisoo softly said. Irene combed her soft locks of black hair before sighing, "Call her."