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„Fuck you!“ The guy yelled at him and threw a punch to his jaw. Yoongi stumbled a few steps back only to crash with his back against a wall, almost falling, if it wasn’t for the man grabbing him by the collar of his sweatshirt.
This was nothing new to him. Yoongi tended to get into fights a lot. His friends – the few he still had - accused him of doing it on purpose.
And it was true.
He knew that the wrong words aimed at the wrong people at the wrong time would get him into trouble. He knew it all too well. And he made use of this knowledge all too often.
But who wouldn’t, when a punch to your jaw was the only way to feel anything besides…well, besides nothing.
So Yoongi continued his violent streak, not caring about the consequences, like bruises or the fact that he was slowly drifting into isolation and away from his friends.
For now, he just concentrated on the pain that spread out from his jaw throughout his whole skull. Just like all the other bruises he’d ever gotten, a sign that he was still able to feel. A small smile spread across his lips at this realization.
Yoongi was the epitome of the saying 'Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.'
The stranger furrowed his brows in confusion which soon morphed into anger and disgust. “Do you take pleasure in this? You sick freak!” And with that he threw one last punch – this time into Yoongi’s stomach.
He left the blonde male on his own, sliding down the wall and chocking on air, his arms wrapped tightly around his belly.
How he hated this life he was living.
*
Hoseok looked onto his phone display to check the time. 5.40pm. Dammit! He’d never make it home within the next five minutes - not even if he left without his coffee. He tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind his ear.
“Caramel cappuccino!” He could hear the bored woman behind the counter yell.
As he approached her, another man came up as well. The coffee shop employee rolled her eyes and pointed at Hoseok.
“It’s for him. Yours will be done in a minute or two.”
The man let out an exasperated sigh. “Next time just call out the name.” He grumbled.
“If he gives me his next time, I will. And while we’re at it, how about talking and not just pointing at the menu?” She darted an annoyed glance at Hoseok.
The latter let out a deep breath before taking his coffee cup and leaving without a word. Talking back wouldn’t help anyways.
It’s gotten colder, he noticed as he took a step outside, and he zipped his jacket. He considered hurrying home, but he’d rather enjoy the so-called calm before the storm a little longer and take his time.
As he turned into an alley, about five minutes away from his own home, he froze in place.
A tall and toned, black haired man was holding a slightly wobbly, blonde boy by his collar. Hoseok could see blood on the man’s fist, but he couldn’t see where it was coming from. The angle from which he saw the scene didn’t allow him to look at the men’s other halves.
“You sick freak!” The taller one yelled at the other and punched him into his stomach region before storming off into the opposite direction of where Hoseok was standing.
He watched as the blonde slid down the wall and gave choking sounds from him.
Not even a minute later the sounds died down and the stranger leaned his head back until it met the cold and dirty brick wall.
Only now Hoseok remembered that he actually had to pass the boy to get home.
Okay, Hoseok, he won’t do anything. He’s way too injured to do so.
He walked along the alley until he was interrupted.
“Hey!”
Hoseok turned to the side and now he stood right in front of the stranger with an apparent death wish.
That man from before had really gotten him. His jaw was a mixture of different shades of blue and purple and his lip was cut and bleeding. Hoseok didn’t even want to think about how his skin looked under the black sweatshirt he was wearing.
He raised his eyebrows, a little confused as to why the stranger was talking to him. He wouldn’t want him to help him, would he? Hoseok didn’t really know how to and he didn’t want to.
“You. Have you been watching the whole time?” His tone was sharp like a knife.
Hoseok shook his head. He gripped his coffee cup a little tighter, trying to soak in the warmth of the beverage through his skin.
“If you don’t want to tell me what a sick freak I am, you should get lost before I do something you’ll regret.”
The other scanned him with his eyes and Hoseok did the same.
Their eyes met and Hoseok was taken aback a little by what he saw. Those dark brown eyes looked dull and empty.
It made Hoseok a little sad, but at the same time it intrigued him. Maybe he was as much of a sick freak as the other – maybe he was even worse. But he was curious as to why they looked the way they did. Eyes were the windows to the soul, he believed. What was going on inside this person?
“Get. Lost.” The blonde hissed.
Hoseok shook himself out of his daze and hurried off.
*
He opened the door to his house and stepped inside.
Placing the now empty coffee cup on the small shelf next to him, he unzipped his jacket and was about to take it off, before someone stopped him.
He felt a hand grip his wrist roughly and looked up only to look into his mother’s face.
“What are you doing here?” She hissed, obviously restraining herself from yelling “You know I have guests over. You’re not supposed to walk around here during that time.”
He rolled his eyes and tried to free his wrist out of her grip.
“We had an agreement. You’re in your room or outside. No walking around in the house while guests are over.”
An agreement, yeah right. It’s not an agreement when one person decides this over the other’s head.
Hoseok wriggled around until his wrist was finally free. He rubbed the now reddened skin and attempted to go to his room.
“No” His mother retorted “You’re not going upstairs.”
She pushed him back towards the door.
Hoseok was internally screaming. If anything, he didn’t want to go outside again. It was cold and, on top of that, it would soon turn dark. He violently shook his head while his mother continued to force him outside.
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to get your father.”
Hoseok widened his eyes in fear. No, not his father.
He gave up trying to get further into his house and let his mother shove him outside.
Next thing he knew, the door was shut and he stood on the front porch looking around helplessly.
Another glance at his phone told him that by now it was 6.03pm. It would take at least two more hours until his mother’s guests would leave again and he’d be allowed to go back home.
He heard his stomach grumble and checked his pockets for money.
Nothing.
What now?
He couldn’t buy anything to eat and it wasn’t like he had friends to go to and hang out, eat the food out of their fridge and complain about the nuisances called mom and dad.
He sighed and took the three steps down the stairs, before looking to his left and his right to decide which way to go.
He eventually shrugged and just walked left, figuring that if he didn’t know where to go, the way didn’t matter.
Oh, how he hated this life he was living.