[Yoongi's POV]

A week has passed since that day when my father finally punched the living lights out of me, and it has been a week since he's gone MIA. Not that I mind, in fact, I'm quite happy that he hasn't come back home yet. Who knows what he's capable of doing. He might even lay a hand on my mom. Tch. As if I'll let that bastard do that.

I watch as my classmates flick paper balls towards the nerd at the opposite side of the classroom, erupting laughs from our other classmates. I raise a brow at them. How they find people in pain happy, I don't know. Maybe they're, uh, what word is it? Ah! Sadists? Maybe.

A few minutes after, the bell signalling the start of another class went off, and the people around me scrambled to their respective seats in a rush. Soon after, our seongsaengnim entered and an hour of yet another boring moment started.
[Seongsaengnim = Teacher]

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"At last." I mumbled before shutting my locker door close. I hid my locker key in my pocket and walked my way through the crowd in the hallway. I need to get out of here, there are too many people.

You guys may be wondering why unlike the others, I'm walking all by myself through the messy crowd. Why I don't have an annoying bestfriend who talks all the time that ticks me off every second of the day. Why I sit alone at the back of the class, watching my classmates make a mess of themselves. And why I skipped school that day when I found out about my dad and his mistress.

Well, to answer your questions, I actually don't give a fuck about people.

I don't give a fuck if I walk on my own through all these crazy creatures, I don't give a fuck if I don't have that annoying bestfriend in every cliche story, I don't give a fuck if I look like a loner sitting at the back of the class alone, I don't give a fuck about my grades as long as I pass, I don't give a fuck about studying.

Because really, why would I give a fuck then? Why bother keeping a bestfriend if one day, he or she will leave you all alone? Why bother making friends if there's a huge possibility that they'll backstab you someday? Why bother studying hard to maintain your A's if you'll end up working in a fastfood restaurant or a coffee shop later on?

People felt the need to have someone by their side, have people who like them and adore them, and have good grades to show off to others. I really don't get what's the point of all these.

I continued walking my way to my house, watching the seagulls fly under the beautiful canvas of skies. This is one of the things why I go to school. There's something inside me that calms down whenever I look at the skies. It's the exact opposite of me. It's beautiful, full of life, colorful, and magnificent. Whereas, here I am, ugly, lifeless, pale, and lame. Well, I guess opposites do attract.

I entered our small house and flickered the lights open. I threw my bag on the couch and followed soon after and turned on the TV. I'll just do my homeworks once mom nags me to do it.

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"Yoongi? Yoongi, wake up. Min Yoongi..."

I let out a groan and covered my face with the pillow on top of me. "Ten minutes, eomma."

"We don't have time, Yoongi. Get up!"

I pushed myself up with my eyes still closed. I heard my mom sigh before I felt her hand slap my back. "Eomma!" I groaned before opening my sleepy eyes. She's in her working clothes, with her hands on her waist. She glared at me.

"Go take a shower and change into something warm. Ppali!" She hissed at me before pushing me to my room and closing my door. I raised a brow. Why is she acting weird?

I just sighed and opened my closet to get some clothes. To my shock, I found only one underwear, one pair of ripped jeans, one white shirt, one turtle neck sweater, and one coat in my closet. Then I turned to look at my desk. My stuff there are gone. Every single one of them. Even my bed has no cover and pillows, only the matress itself. I shrugged and decided to ask my mom later and did what she asked me to do.

After a few minutes, I emerged from my room fully dressed. I looked around our living room and saw two suitcases and my backpack that I use for school, but now, it looks like it's about to explode because of its contents. Then I saw my mom in the kitchen, fiddling with her phone. I was about to step in the kitchen when her phone rung. She placed her phone against her ear and I took a step back.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"Oh, do you have the plane ticket already?" Plane ticket? What for?

"Ne. I already packed all his stuff."

"I already asked Shinha. She said that Yoongi can stay there while I'm settling things with Jungsoo."

Wait, what? I'll stay at Shinha-noona's?! And mom's settling things with my dad? Wae?

"I haven't told him yet, but I will. After he comes out from his room."

I took a few steps backward and sat on the couch. I ran my hand through my faded mint hair exasperatedly. What the hell is going on?

After a few minutes, I heard footsteps approaching me and I looked up. My mom eyed my clothes and gave me a smile before grabbing her handbag. "Come on, let's go. We don't have much time--"

"Because the plane is going to leave soon, right?" I snapped. She turned back to me and gave me a frown.

"How did yo--"

"I eavesdropped. I heard your conversation with whoever that is on the phone." I said monotonously.

I stood up and faced my mom. "Eomma..."

She looked up, sadness swirling in her eyes. "Yoongi..."

"What's going on? Why are we leaving? Is it because of dad and his mistress?"

She seemed taken aback by what I said but quickly recomposed herself. "What are you talk--"

"That Yuna girl was with him when dad stole your checkbooks, eomma. And I know everything. Every single argument of every single day." I cut her off. She looked down at her shoes.

"I-I decided to have a divorce with your dad..."

My head snapped up and I quickly pulled my mom for a hug. "That's great, eomma! It's about time..." I mumbled against her hair. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close.

"B-But you have to move away."

I pulled away from her and raised a brow. "Wae?"

She sighed. "Your dad has our checkbooks and credit cards, he's loaded. I can't afford you getting hurt while the divorce process is going on, and I think your dad will do everything he can to hurt you. Divorce means our money from our bank accounts will be divided between the three of us, but of course, you get a higher portion than the two of us because you're our child." She explained.

I sat back on the couch, trying to process everything that she told me. Moving away? Divorce? Bank accounts? This is too much.

She crouched down to my level and lifted my chin up. "Listen to me, just for once. Live with your Auntie Shinha in Busan for a while. Then I'll come back and get you once all of this is over. I promise."

I held her hand. "Don't leave me, arasseo? Promise me, eomma..."

She gave me a firm smile and nodded. "Ne, Yoongi-ssi. I promise..."

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"Flight number 1073, flight number 1073. Seoul to Busan, Seoul to Busan. Passengers in this flight..."

I turned to my mom and smiled at her. She smiled back and pulled me in for a hug and I returned the gesture.

"Don't give your Shinha-noona any problem, arasseo? Be good. And behave yourself." She said as she patted my shoulders. I gave her a mock salute and she just laughed at me.

"I'll send the rest of your stuff next week. Oh, and always have your phone with you because someday this week, I'll be sending you your allowance." She said.

"Ne, eomma."

"Where are you going to stay though?" I asked when I remember the sign For Sale in front of our house earlier. She smiled at me.

"Don't worry, I'm going to stay over at your grandma's for awhile." I released the breath I didn't know I was holding when I learned that she has a safe place to stay.

The intercom went off once again and I turned back to my mom. And of course, like any other moms, here she is, tears flowing down her cheeks. I sighed before hugging her one last time.

"Be safe, okay? And be nice to people. Don't just lay on your bed all day, go out, make friends, help Shinha out, or take a walk at the beach. I heard that Shinha's house is near the beach. I think you need a little tan." She said against my shoulder. I sighed and nodded before pulling away.

"Saranghae, Yoongi-ssi." I nodded at her before planting a kiss on her forehead. I pulled away from her and started walking away, my suitcases in tow. Before I surrendered my bags, I took one last look at her and waved.

I hope you'll stay safe, eomma.

Saranghae...

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Sorry if this is too short x_x

I hope you guys still liked this though. I decided to make this story be in different povs (like Yoongi's, Jimin's, and third person) so that I'll be able to express the thoughts of all the characters. I'm not quite used to writing in third person pov but I'll try

See you at the next chapter! (Btw, I wrote this while watching Boruto: The Movie huehue. Naruto and Sasuke still don't fail to make my heart skip a beat ㅠ~ㅠ I hope Kakashi was shown often in the movie but they didn't (ToT))

사랑함니다!,

~Nikki~