Sup, I'm just gonna jump into it (Ji-ho is starting this)

CURRENT TIME= 12:00AM (and listening to D-2, What Do You Think?)

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"Fucking shit.."

He didn't think it'd turn out like this, the fire wasn't even that bad..

Yoongi dropped the can and instantly ran for the door, smirking as the music blasted through his earbuds. The motive for the fire, as the officers described it. Those bastards thought it was the music that the boy listened too, not believing any of the abuse stories in his journal of 15 years.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, burn it

내 안의 소리

Yeah, yeah, yeah, burn it"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, burn it!" He whispered along to the song, watching as it all crumbled.

Yoongi was sick, not in the head.

No, he was sick of his father, sick of the man's threats, sick of all the damn pain.

Ever since his mother was killed, the joy of life fell away and his happiness crumbled with it.

Yoongi's mother was the only reason he wasn't dead, that and the reason he knew the man. The man was his "father", and a horrible excuse for a human that never once took his vitamins.

Min Ha-eun was a beautiful, amazing woman who didn't deserve any of the pain she had been through. Everyday was the same, wake up, make up, beating, smile, work, smile, home, beating..

All that changed when Ha-eun didn't smile, one morning without a fake smile and BAM!

Min Chul-moo loved power, he loved having everything go his way, needed everyday the same.

When somebody interfered with his order, Chul-moo would lose his mind (sounds like someon-).

He drank, got his whip, tied Yoongi up, and whipped mom to death right in front of her son.

-But not before inflicting pain on her other loved ones..

"P-ple-please! D-don't hurt-t my s-son!" She cried, clawing at anything in reach as Chul-moo dragged her bleeding body to the wall.

He opened the metal cuffs and cuffed the woman to the wall,  grabbed a red marker and drew big red dots all over the woman's torso. When he was finished, the marker was thrown elsewhere and Chul-moo ripped the ties off of little, 5-year-old Min Yoongi. 

The evil man threw his whip aside and shoved his gun into the boy's hands;

"You're gonna do exactly as I say, or you're next. Got it, boy?!" His "father" threatened.

Little Yoongi could only nod in fear, his cold, thuggish, bad boy-like image not yet developed.

Ha-eun cried out in pain as she watched Chul-moo kick Yoongi's legs, shouted as her son fell to the ground without a sound. Not a single sob came from the boy as Chul-moo grabbed his whip and did his most favorite thing, he whipped what he was supposed to hold close, his young son.

"NO! Stop! Please, I'll do anything!" The boy's mother cried, watching as her son was beaten.

Chul-moo didn't stop until he finally heard a sob come from Yoongi. Satisfied, he tossed away the whip. An evil laugh came from the man as he pulled his other hand away from the boy's throat, turns out poor Yoongi was being choked the entire time.

Yoongi coughed multiple times before turning and glaring at his "father" with terrifying, fiery eyes.

Chul-moo smirked, sensing the anger in his son;

"Oh, I'm SO scared! What are you gonna die, boy?" He spat in the boy's face, the idiot had forgotten that he hadn't taken the weapon away from Yoongi.

Yoongi was smart, he had hidden the gun in his back pocket, concealing it from his father.

Yoongi was armed. Yoongi was dangerous. Yoongi was angry.

Any fear the young boy felt minutes ago had disappeared completely, he smirked and pulled the gun from his pocket. Yoongi raised it so the the gun was pointed at Chul-moo's head, only one word being spoken as the young, not so innocent boy pulled the trigger;

"F-fuck"

>CLICK<

"YOONGI, STOP!"

Suddenly, Yoongi's older brother burst through the door.

Ha-eun sighed in relief as Geum-jae ran to his brother's side, knocking the gun from the younger boy's hands and kicking it to the side where Yoongi couldn't reach it.

Geum-jae had just gotten home from a friend's house, just in time too.

Yoongi, despite only being 5, couldn't believe what he almost did. This would've happened out of anger as well, meaning big trouble for little Yoongi.

However, Chul-moo didn't care about trouble.

He grabbed the gun and Yoongi's wrist, shoving the weapon into the boy's hands as he raising them to direct the bullet onto one of the red spots of marker.

Yoongi shouted, Geum-jae screamed, Chul-moo laughed..

And Ha-eun died.

>BAM<

"And all this happened because your mother didn't smile before leaving for work?"

7-year-old Min Yoongi nodded, starting to feel very dizzy..

"That should hold him off for a while, take him away."

"Yes, sir!"

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CURRENT TIME= 1:42AM

(8:34PM when I'm editing this)