bully; yugbam

[part ten]

For the next hour, Yugyeom spends it in the library, trying to do some more research about Mark and Jackson. There is more information about Mark than Jackson, but even with Mark, there aren't that many. Yugyeom would've stayed at the library for the whole night if it wasn't for the librarian reminding him they are about to close.

It is five-ten in the evening and Yugyeom is barely walking home. He is just thankful that his uncle doesn't return until ten in the night, so he has four hours and fifty minutes to himself. 

As he continues to walk, Yugyeom suddenly hears a car driving slowly behind him, and he turns his head, letting out a small groan once he recognizes the car. He stops in his tracks since he knows what will happen to him if he doesn't.

The dark blue car stops in front of him, the window rolling down. Bambam's face is shown.

"Did you do your homework?" he demands.

Yugyeom nods.

"Use your words, stutter face."

You're going to make fun of my stutter if I do, Yugyeom wants to snap back, but he doesn't. "Y-ye-yeah."

"Get in," Bambam orders, surprising Yugyeom.

"W-wh-what?"

"You heard me. Get in the car."

Yugyeom can't believe his ears. Bambam never let Yugyeom touch anything that is his, let alone his precious car. Despite that, Yugyeom still opens the door of the passenger's side and gets in, his heart beating rapidly against his rib cage. He just hopes Bambam can't hear it.

"What did you learn?" he asks as Yugyeom puts on his seatbelt, and he starts driving.

"M-Ma-Mark d-di-did die," Yugyeom starts. "He d-di-died b-ba-back in 1907. He k-ki-kill-killed h-hi-himself."

"Did it say why?" Bambam says, glancing at Yugyeom.

"No," he replies. "J-Ja-Jackson W-Wa-Wang d-di-died in 1991. He w-wa-was s-sh-shot in the h-he-head by m-mi-mistake."

"Did it say who shot him?" 

"No."

Bambam just nods. "Where do you live?"

Yugyeom looks around them, noticing that they have barely gotten out of the school's grounds. He hesitantly gives Bambam his address but is smart enough to not give him his real one. Just an address that is a few blocks away from his house. The car ride is silent. It is sort of awkward, but the music playing on the radio balances the awkwardness out.

"We're here," Bambam announces a few minutes later. He looks at the building in front of him. It is a bit rusted, and it looks worn out. Bambam lets out a small smirk, looking at Yugyeom. "This is where you live?"

"Y-ye-yeah," he lies. "T-th-thanks for the r-ri-ride." Yugyeom closes the door behind him, the window on the door still rolled down. He sees Bambam give him one last look, before driving away. Yugyeom just lets out a sigh and walks toward his house.

When he gets there, he twists the doorknob to see if it is locked—he is sure it is; he locked it before he left—but to his surprise, the door is unlocked. And that can mean one thing: Yugyeom's uncle is home early.

Hesitantly, Yugyeom walks inside the house, closing the door behind him. He can see his uncle on the couch, drinking a beer, whilst watching the television. Yugyeom tries to rush past him, but his uncle calls his name out: "Yugyeom."

"H-hi, u-un-uncle," he greets nervously.

"Why are you back so late?" his uncle demands.

"One of my t-te-teachers h-he-held me b-ba-back," Yugyeom lies nervously.

"So if I call the school, and ask if one of your teachers did hold you back, would they say yes?" 

Yugyeom doesn't know what to say. If he says yes, his uncle will find out he was lying when the school told him the truth. But if Yugyeom says no, he will still get hit.

"N-no," he whispers.

"Thought so," his uncle scowls, getting up.

Yugyeom tries to back away, or at least try to escape, but his uncle catches his wrist in a tight grip, prohibiting him from doing anything. 

"U-un-uncle, p-pl-please-"

"Shut up," he snaps, slapping Yugyeom across the face. "Geez, I am so tired of you. I wish the foster care never sent you to me. You should've died with your parents. You deserve to die, Yugyeom."

The silver-haired male holds back a sob, but tears are already rolling down his face. His uncle scoffs, and knees his stomach, sending him to the ground, making Yugyeom clutch his stomach with his arms. His uncle punches his face, and a sharp pain runs through his cheek. His uncle grabs a fistful of his hair and starts dragging him upstairs. Yugyeom lets out a whimper, knowing where this is going. 

"Stop!"