I was so tired. I didn't feel like I had the strength to survive a whole saturday together with my parents.

I felt weak. Too weak to start a fight with my parents, but at the same time I felt like I had to.

^._.^

"Good morning sweatheart." Mom greeted me, "How'd you sleep."

I looked at her while sitting down, acting irritaded, "Since when do you care?"

Mom sighed dramatically, "Not again."

"Y/N don't come at us with your stupid teenager moods on a saturday morning." Dad scolded me annoyed and I tried hard to swallow the anger that started to grow in my stomach.

"I'm not acting stupid." I said, having to admit that I did sound like a sulky kid, "You never care about how I feel. You don't accept my wishes, you don't even allow me to go to a common school neither simply going out. You do realize that I have rights too?"

Mom chuckled. "What rights? You're not even full aged. We, as your parents, are the ones to decide about what rights you have."

What triggered me the most weren't her words but the fact that she seemed to find me funny.

I gulped trying to avoid my anger to rise.

"Listen to yourself. You are obsessed with controlling me."

"No Y/N." Dad said sternly, "We're protecting you."

"Protecting from what? It's just in your fucking imagination. I need to be protected from you."

I slapped my hands against my mouth, shocked that I actually cursed in front of them.

My mom closed her eyes in shock and lifted her hands dramatically to her mouth.

Dad stood up, "We're protecting you from yourself. And now go away. We don't want to see you anywhere near us anymore."

He pointed upstairs to my room but  I stood up and turned to the entrance door, running outside.

I heard my dad call me but I couldn't care less.

All I felt was this overhelming anger towards the control freaks who apparently are my birth givers.

^._.^

I unintentionally ended up at the exactly same place I met the guy a few weeks ago.

Hoping my parents wouldn't find me, I sunk down on the wet grass and let the hot tears of anger finally stream down my face.

"This stupid-s-stupid-" ,I sobbed and wiped the tears away aggressively.

"Yah~ stop crying. You look ugly when you cry."

I jumped up startled, just to face the boy who'd haunted me in my dreams.

"Y-you?"

"I-I." He answered teasingly and motioned me to come closer towards the fence.

I observed him suspisciously. He wore a black coat over a white shirt, what gave him a mysterious yet elegant look. His white hair was ruffled as if he just woke up-

-looking at the fluff ball at his feet probably to go out with his dog.

He watched me scanning him and smirked. "Do I look good?"

"Yeah, you're fine." ,I mumbled sniffing not really realizing what I was saying.

He looked at my face that was red from crying and at my swollen eyes. I looked ugly as hell for sure.

"Nahh stop crying. To be honest I can't stand girls crying."

He came closer towards the fence and held the iron bars as if he was a prisoner trying ro brake free.

He leaned his head against the cold iron and stared at me for a while.

And I again was taken aback by his beautiful warm eyes. These eyes that were so mysterious but warm and gentle...

I looked away embarrassed.

"Hey why did you-"

"You said I looked ugly while crying."

He sighed. "Because I wanted you to stop crying Y/N."

My heart stopped beating.

He remembers my name?

"Why were you even crying?" He asked further.

I didn't know what to answer. "My parents are kinda..."

"Strict?"

"No, I think the right word is sick."

He frowned his face still pressed against the iron bars so that his cute lil nose was sticking through the fence. "You mean mentally?"

I nodded and felt bad telling him this since I didn't want to sound pathetic or whiny, "They have this... obsession to control every single path I do..."

"That sucks." He said understanding.

"They even put cameras in some rooms of our house."

I now felt like just tell him everything. "I never left our garden nor made I eye contact with another person before. You're literally the first person in my age that I meet."

He stared at me in shock. I suddenly felt anxious that I scared him off. But again he's the first normal person I've talked to, so I'm not really experienced with having conversations.

He stared at me for a while. His mouth slightly open and his warm, dark eyes piercing into mine.

Then he took a step back and smirked.

"You never left this place?"

I shook my head, curious of what he would say next.

"Guess I'll have to change that."

He sticked his hand through the fence to shake mine.

"I'm Yoongi."

^._.^

Next chapter is going to be more exciting

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