BROKEN - YOONGI FF

Yoongi came home to be greeted by the usual - the small broken chair in the corner paired with a brown table, walls that were worn and small flecks of paint falling off of them occasionally.

He sighed, simply put, he was tired.

Tired of being told he wasn't good enough.

Tired of being pushed away by too many to count.

Tired of hoping too much but being greeted with nothing in the end.

Tired of staying up way too late and waking up too early.

Tired of having too little to eat - it was a surprise that he could still function.

But there was thing that made him feel truly alive, that maybe he could take one more day without enough food or sleep; maybe he could live through another day where his parents pushed him away: music.

He wrapped himself up in the tunes he created, let them glide across every object in the small and cramped studio, he let the walls of his heart fall just so the melody could complete him. Music was the only thing that made his thoughts linger upon the world "possibility."

He loved the feeling of possibility every morning.

Is it worth it?

Is music worth the struggle of sleeping on public bathroom floors because he couldn't afford a ride home?

Is music worth the pain of neglect?

Keep reading to find out...

[BROKEN]