YOONGI'S POV
"...(Y/N)'s father."
As the words went out from my mouth, I felt the bile rising up from my stomach. Remembering such morbid scene that I've witnessed at a young age isn't something you would want to imagine.
The gang had a horrified look on their faces. It was almost as if they wanted me to say that it was just a joke. Sadly, reality is too cruel to be told as a joke. If you're lucky, your story would be broadcasted and make you instantly famous, being feasted upon by the media.
"Hyung... A-Aren't (Y/N) and you friends? W-Why would he do that, right guys?! Haha..." Taehyung asked, awkwardly laughing and looked around if the others thought the same as him. Yet the others shook their heads in disappointment. They gave him a warning look that everything that is being spilled out are sensitive topics that should be taken in a serious manner. The other visibly gulped and he lowered his head.
"Her father was a drunkard. She sometimes got bruises all over her body because he beat her up when he's drunk." They looked bewildered at the information reveal to them. But then I continued talking.
"If you think we didn't call for help or anything, we did." I bit my lip. "We told her Mom, but she didn't believe any of it because she couldn't accept the fact that her husband isn't an angel that she thought he'd be." I grinded my teeth together, trying to control my temper. Jimin frowned and he seemed to be getting angry as well. I can't blame him, their family ties is as fucked up like the father.
"(Y/N), being the stupid girl that she is, literally stopped asking for help and decided to fight it on her own." I run my hand through my hair, frustrated. "She said she would be fine, but I know she isn't and never will be... But, I can't do nothing. Because I'm a worthless piece of shit." I spat.
"Yoongi!" Jin warned.
"What?! It's true!!!" I laughed bitterly.
"Stop it hyung you know it isn't tr--" Jimin tried to argue but something in me snapped, making me let it all out.
"YES IT IS JIMIN AND SHUT UP BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW SHIT! I'm a kid who cannot protect his friend, no wonder she could have reacted the way she did. If I am her friend she wouldn't have let me get dragged away by the authorities! If she cared she would have ran to me and comforted me when I was torn apart! If I could truly trust her then she would have done something to make her father pay for being the killer that he is!!!" My breathing became shallow, tears streaming down my face.
I took my bottle and drank the rest until none was left. I feel lightheaded, but I couldn't care less because I've been keeping this for years.
"Is that why you have hurted her? Because her Father did that to your parents?" Namjoon questioned, I could tell he does not agree of what I did.
"Maybe yes... Maybe no." I knew deep inside, a part of me did it because of that reason. But there's so much more that I wanted to relay on that action.
"Hyung." He stood up and took a seat beside me on the bed. "Just because his father did it, doesn't mean she allowed it to just happen." He sighed and put an arm on top of my shoulders, before he spoke softly.
"You are both kids who can't do much about the situation. We don't know if she knew about what happen, but you should understand that both of you had suffered under the hands of a mad man. Both of you are victims of how cruel our society is."
"I know. That's why I did it." I muttered. That seemed to confuse him more.
"What???" He asked.
"I did it for her not to remember me." I said bitting the insides of my cheek until the metallic taste of blood became apparent.
"Yoongi, you should have done something to make her remember you! You could have saved your friendship if you did!" Jin explained, clearly annoyed of what I did.
"I don't want to." I said bluntly.
"God hyung! You're so stubborn!" Taehyung gave an exasperated sigh.
"You don't understand. I did what I did because she needs it."
"Are you that angry with her Father that you even hurt your friend to get revenge?!" Jimin yelled.
"No." I said softly, unfazed by the sudden tension forming. That seemed to have caught their attention and waited for me to continue.
"I did it because she needs to stay away from me." Jimin looked so pissed and stood up, ready to punch me, but Taehyung stopped him.
"She needs to stay away from the likes of me, because I'm not the boy she had met from when we're kids. I'm now a man feared by many, but is also a target of gangs that would want to take my position. If she knew who I was I know she would have stayed by my side without thinking twice. She's stupid enough to think we can live by with how we used to be, but it's different now. If she stayed with me, the more I can put her in danger." I told them, they were taken aback at what I said.
"I wouldn't want her to get hurt again after what her father did to her. So if it means that I have to hurt her to fear me, but can make her stay away from me and assure her safety, then I would do it. If that's all it takes, I would do it." I spoke softly, with a bitter smile on my face. I felt like my stomach turned just remembering the blows I did to her fragile body, the look on her face was not something I would want to see. But even if it's torture, I had to.
The gang looked at me with pity as they tried to process everything.
"Funny I haven't even told her what I should have said last seven years ago, because it was opposite to what I did now." I chuckled to myself.
"What is it hyung?" Namjoon asked.
"That I would protect her with all I have and not let anyone harm her without my permission." I said to him. "Turns out, I'm the man she had to put up with and stay away from." The rest of them approached the bed and sat next to me, patting my back to give comfort.
"You may have done it the wrong way possible, but because of the reason behind those actions made it lesser evil." Jin spoke, I thanked him for that. We stayed quiet after that, leaving me to think of things. After a while I've decided.
"From now on I would stop following her to avoid getting her involved. She wouldn't see my face again. And if circumstances played with us, causing us to meet again, I knew she will ran away from me because I'm the one who caused her pain and kidnapped her." I let out a tired sigh. I hate to do this, but it's the best way out. The others tried to argue, but decided to purse their lips. This is who I am now, there's no turning back.
(Y/N)'S POV
I stirred awake and slowly sat on the bed with an aching body. I looked around and was surprised that I'm in my room. Was it a dream?
I believed that I wasn't wearing my own clothes. It's too big, but they're clean and comfortable. I lifted the shirt up after remembering that I got punched through the stomach, as expected there was a huge bruise on my stomach. I touched my cheek and hissed because of the stinging pain that shocked me. It is. Everything that happened were true! But how did I get back here?
Still confused, I stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror, it seemed like I had a cut at the side of my lips. I have a bandage at the side of my head but a bit of blood is seeping through.
I am harmed but my injuries are carefully attended. How the heck would that happen?!?
I ran out of the bathroom and checked the wall clock, it's already 7:45 A.M. SHIT! I'M LATE FOR CLASS!!!
I tried changing my clothes, but decided to stay absent than come in late. I wouldn't want Eunhe to see that I'm hurt or anything because that may worry her more. Come to think of if, all these things are my evidence that I've been kidnapped. But who the hell would believe me if I told them that I woke up in my own room without any sign of the kidnappers? That will make things questionable.
I walked out of my room and looked for my Mother, surprisingly she's still at home. Her body was sprawled on the bed with a bunch of empty beer cans that littered around the room. I came into realization that I was suppose to buy her beer, I even remembered holding on to it even if that man hit my head, leaving me unconscious at the secluded area near the supermarket. Damn, I went to buy some for her yet she bought it herself.
I laughed bitterly. If she's too damn drunk to know that I was gone the whole night and has been kidnapped, she wouldn't spare her time just to check up on me and treat my wounds. Then who did it? That man???
Memories of this morning's incident came crashing in my mind. The part where he asked who I am and how he reacted after I revealed myself. The look on his face wasn't something I expect to get. He looked surprised, happy, horrified and hurt at the same time. I don't know why those emotions showed, I didn't even knew him. By chance, do we know each other? That would be utter crap because I can't remember a thing about him.
He hurted me physically, but I can't help but think that maybe he really did treat my wounds and took me home. Because who would do it if he's the one that I've encountered with since late last night. Maybe he has a tinge of goodness in him. Surprisingly, I felt less afraid of that man. Something tells me that he really isn't the man that would want to hurt me. I felt that I could trust him.
I shrugged. What am I even thinking?! Me and my stupidity always causes me trouble. Ugh...
After having arguing with myself I lied down on my bed, with my mind trailing back to the boy that harmed me but I can't help to be curious about. Just who is that man?
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A/N: Ayo ladies and gentlemen~~ Lmao, I don't even know what I'm writing! Anyway have a good day and hope you enjoyed this chapter!