RaeJae's POV:

"STOP!"

My eyes go wide, watching my father raise his hand in the air. I've seen this so many times that I should be used to it, but to be honest it gets scarier every time.

I quickly try to cover my face in my arms but the sound of a loud smack fills my ears before I can even do so. A scream almost escapes my mouth until I open my eyes to see Yoongi lying on the ground.

"HYUNG!" I yelp, falling to his side.

"Sir! You have no right to hit him!" Namjoon growls angrily. I'm surprised he still hasn't dropped honorifics.

"I didn't mean to hit him, I was aiming at my daughter,"

Yoongi keeps trying to get up to put in his two cents but I refuse to let him. This is my fight to fight.

"You can't hit your daughter like that either!" Jin shouts.

"Are you telling me I can't punish my own daughter?"

I grit my teeth, standing up to view this utterly selfish man. It only takes two steps to close the gap separating us as I basically stand on my tiptoes to make myself seem taller.

"For the one thousandth time. Get. Out," My glare intentionally stares daggers right into their hearts. Only I wish they weren't imaginary.

My mother raises and eyebrow at me, "are you seriously telling us to leave? We're the only family you got left,"

Her smirk pisses me off even more.

"Who needs family when this is all there is to it. I don't need people that make my life a living hëll,"

Finally security does their job and drags them away. I stop holding my breath, considering that this is one of the only times I've ever stood up to them. It feels like my heart is going pop out of my chest due to fear.

"Hyung? Are you okay?" I drop back down to Yoongi's side.

"Nevermind me," He waves his free hand in the air, "I should be asking you if you're okay?"

I purse my lips, "You just got smacked in the face,"

He breaths out, rolling his eyes until suddenly pulling me into a hug, "You and I both know that physical pain hurts much less than internal pain,"

I can feel his fingers running through my hair in an attempt to comfort me, but to be completely honest, I don't think I need it. My parents have treated me this way so many times that I'm numb. Although, I do enjoy the new feeling of being cared about.

"RaeJae?"

Yoongi continues to hold me tightly as Tae crouches in front of me. He gently puts his hand on my cheek, whispering, "We're your family, you hear me? So don't ever say you don't have one. We're here,"

My eyes widen, the numbness fading away to warmth. I look at him, shedding a wide smile and reaching my hand out to pull him into the hug. I burry my face into Yoongi's shoulder to stop the possibility of crying.

I don't like crying.

"Tae is right. We're all family here," I can feel Hobie smiling brightly just by hearing his voice, "How about we go home and have a nice, relaxing rest of our day?"

"I'd like that," I whisper into Yoongi's shoulder but I'm sure no one heard me.

"Sounds good," Yoongi answers for me.

~At the Dorms~

"Alright. What do we we all want for dinner?" Jin asks us while stretching. The boys all come up with various options but in the end we decide on spicy chicken. I'm actually pretty surprised to see Jin cooking.

Once we arrived back at the dorms, the boys and I decided it would be good to watch a movie. Of course we decided on something uplifting due to what we'd all been through today.

"Yoongi hyung? You're sure you don't want pain medicine for your cheek, right?" I ask, feeling extremely guilty. He gives me look as if to say 'don't worry about it' and goes back to icing.

"Do you think you'll be okay to record tomorrow?" Jimin turns to me. He hasn't left my side since leaving the studio.

"Don't worry, I'm actually excited for it," I smile. I just want everyone to forget about what happened. Luckily, no ones thought to go deeper into it. That or they're just too scared to ask.

Jungkook's POV

It just doesn't feel right...

Forgetting about what happened just like that. I mean RaeJae's parents are obviously abusive! Shouldn't something be done?

This does answer tons of questions though. Like why RaeJae is so closed off and why she refuses to rely on us. And now that I think about it, they must have been the reason she had to drop out of school.

Most of us had dismissed the issue of her emancipation last time, mostly because we didn't think it could actually happen at age fourteen... but it's true. I can't even imagine raising myself on my own.

Everyone's currently asleep as I stare at the ceiling. I wonder if it was okay to let RaeJae go back to her dorm alone tonight. I'm sure she was way more flustered then she cared to admit. She's not one to show what she's feeling...

"Aish..." I whisper, getting up to go check on her.

When I reach the hallway I quickly knock on her door. I'm not one to miss out on sleep, especially since we have our first recording for 'No More Dream' tomorrow.

"Maybe she is asl-" I stop mumbling to myself when I spot a small figure on the balcony.

As silently as possible, I tiptoe across the carpeted floor. My ears picking up on the sweet melody coming from outside. She's brought her keyboard out onto the landing.

"Don't think of anything
Don't say anything, not even a word
Just give me a smile

I still can't believe it
All of this seems like a dream
Don't try to disappear,"

My jaw basically drops at her angelic voice as she starts to write something down in a notebook. Without even knowing it, I'm slowly walking closer to the door. Wanting to hear more of this sweet song.

"It's 'Butterfly'," I breath out, realizing it's similarity to the song she played in the cafe.

Suddenly she turns around, her eyes widening when she sees me literally staring at her. Both her and I startle, she jumping up and knocking the keyboard of the ledge.

"OMO!" She screams, her hands flying to her mouth.

I quickly push the door open and look over the ledge. There's absolutely no way that plastic keyboard survived that fall.

"Way to go clumsy," I chuckle, cocking my head when she looks absolutely petrified.

"Th-that w-was," She stutters, continuously pointing to the ground.

"That was what?" I ask worriedly.

"That was Yoongi Hyungs keyboard!" She basically cries.

"Ohhhhh shiiiiii....." I breath out, now worried for my own wellbeing, "we're dead,"

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Q: What ship do you support in BTS?

A: For me I really ship Yoonseok (sope) or Yoonmin