Youngjae
Getting up from bed, I immediately go downstairs and sit on the couch, meanwhile my owner sat on bed upstairs. "Hmm," I mutter, looking at the floor behind the couch.

"WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, MOM?!" Jaebum shouts at his mother, crying. It was the teenager Jaebum. "Mister, as I've said before! We do not accept anyone homosexual here, now, tell me, who the hell infected you?!"
"I WASN'T INFECTED! This is how I AM." He continued to ball his eyes out, heart broken, I watch the two fight then see her mother get a big wood stick that she used to hit him when he did something wrong, me realizing that she was gonna do it rough.. I jumped and got hit in the head.

"Ah-!" I heard his mom say. I look at my owner slowly to see his eyes widened. "Y-..young..JAE!" He shouts and runs to me, checking if I'm okay. I continue to whimper in pain. It hurt like hell, which sucked. "Youngjae.. Are you okay? Youngjae!"

I suddenly come back to reality to see a figure standing infront of me. I look up from the couch and see Bummie. "Youngjae, why are you crying?"
"What?"
"You have tears falling down to your cheeks. You didn't notice?" He said, a hic comes out of my lips. "Here.. You can cry on my shoulder." He puts his arm around my neck, making me burst into tears. I hug him and cry on his chest. I felt horrible because of that flashback.
But after a few minutes, Jaebum blurts out, "Now now.. Wanna eat breakfast?" My eyes light up and I nod my head furiously. "Okay.. Chill." He chuckles and stands up from the couch.