"Woojin, open the door. Please!" 

Woojin held his ears. He didn't want to hear his mothers voice nor see her face. His face was swollen from the hit his mother had given him earlier. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Woojin hated his life. He hated his parents. He hated everything that had happened over the summer. And he had no one to talk about because he feared his friends would think of him as stupid.

"Woojin! Please open the god damn door!" His mother yelled once more. "Go away!" Woojin let out weakly and hid under his blankets. He was afraid of her breaking the door and hurting him once again. The day his Mum found out about his father cheating, she had beaten Woojin up with her purse. The memory still hurt, whenever he had thought about it.

Woojin had come home after hanging out with Jihoon and Jinyoung at the arcade when he saw his Dad throwing a duffel bag and a suitcase into the trunk of his SUV. "Appa?" Woojin had asked and had walked over to his dad, even helping him putting his stuff into the car. "What's the matter?" Woojin had asked when his furious Mother had come out of the house.

"Step away from this Bastard, Woojin!" His Mum had screamed, causing the people walking past their complex to look at them in shock. "Don't talk to him and come inside." Mrs. Park had said and grabbed Woojin's wrist. "E-Eomma, wait! What happened?" She started dragging the seventeen-year-old into the house. "Appa, what happened?!" Woojin yelled, panic filling his voice when his mum pushed him into the living room that was a mess.

A sign of his parent's fight.

Woojin gulped when he saw the family picture that was usually hanging above the television, shattered on the floor. "Eomma, what happened?" He asked, his voice thin. Mrs. Park gulped. "Woojin, your father is a very bad man. Listen, he doesn't care for us anymore-"

"Eomma!" Woojin yelled and bent down to pick up the picture. "Don't touch this!" His mother yelled. "Don't touch the picture. I'll throw it away. I throw everything away that has his face on it." Woojin still picked up the picture and looked at it. "He cheated, Woojin!" The woman yelled and pushed her son.

Woojin lost his balance and fell into the shattered glass that was on the floor. He then looked at his mother, blood dripping down his hands from where he cut himself. "E-Eomma-" He started but she let out a piercing scream and grabbed her purse.

"You look exactly like him. You look like your father who fucked a slut. He cheated on us with a slut who is twenty years younger than him and you look exactly like this bastard."

Every hit, that Woojin got, made him scared of the outcome. His Mother was in a rage mode and there was no one who could help him. 

He somehow managed to stand up and fled into his room where he pressed a dirty Tee to the cuts on his hands, before looking out of the window and watching his Dad drive away without saying Goodbye. Woojin cried for several hours; until the bleeding stopped and his mother stopped screaming in the living room.

It was 3 AM when he walked out of his room. 

The living room was clean and there were no traces of a fight. Woojin walked into the bathroom and bandaged his right hand before heading back into his room. He hid in his room for three days, without eating and drinking when his Mother called him. At nighttime, he came out of his room and ate. But he couldn't look at his Mother for three whole days.

That's when his Mum began putting her anger towards him. Just because he looked like his Father.

Woojin hugged his pillow tighter. His Mum had stopped calling him and was quiet. He took a deep breath and relaxed a little bit. He hated his life.

—

"What a coincidence!"

Woojin couldn't believe his ears when he turned around and saw Gong Minjae in his local convenience store. It was 11 PM and he had finally managed to get out of the house as his mother was knocked out after drinking a whole bottle of Vodka in the living room.

Woojin turned away from Minjae, not wanting to show her his bruised face, but the loud girl had already seen his black eye. She bit her lip. "Are you okay?" She carefully asked and Woojin flinched. "Of course I am." He lied and Minjae looked down.

She didn't know why she approached Woojin in the first place after seeing him standing in the aisle for the potato chips. He looked lost so she went to greet him when she realised that he had a big bruise under his left eye. It was new to her to see someone walking around with battle wounds. She wondered what had happened that he looked like this.

"As I already said this after school", Minjae started, "Boba is good for cheering up. Would you like to join me now? I treat you." She smiled and looked at the small bottle of Cider Woojin was holding. Woojin sighed. Being with the annoying Gong Minjae was better than going home where he would probably get another beating from his Mother.

He nodded.

Minjae gasped when she saw him nod, but happily paid her Cola and Woojin's Cider and walked out of the convenience store with him. The childishly grabbed his hand, leading him to her favourite Boba store in the neighbourhood. 

"I didn't know we live in the same area," Woojin said after they walked for a while. "Didn't know it either, but it's nice having classmates around. Choa lives so far away in Gangnam it's tiresome if I want to have a Midnight-Boba with her." The girl sighed and Woojin cocked an eyebrow.

"My friends live in Gangnam as well. They have a bit more money on their hands than my family." Woojin suddenly confessed and Minjae nodded. "Same. My mum is a single mum and she works all day just to be able to feed me and pay rent. I don't get a lot of pocket money either." Minjae told Woojin who looked at her.

"What happened to your Dad?" Woojin asked and Minjae smiled. "Don't know. Never heard of him. It's a forbidden topic in my Mum's eyes." Minjae said and Woojin nodded. "We're here." She smiled and asked him what flavour he wanted. 

After the two of them ordered their drinks they sat down in a booth and quietly talked about their family. Woojin still kept quiet about his abusive Mother. He didn't trusted Minjae yet but a lot of things she said, fit his family as well. They talked for hours and then went their seperate ways, not knowing how deep of a friendship those two would have only a few months later. 

But things change quickly. Especially if you're a lost and broken soul.