SEOKJIN had 45 minutes of sleep for the whole night, since he didn't want to wake up to nightmares fucking him up in the head again. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with Taehyung sitting on the chair opposite from him, reading what it looked like, a journal. "I'm glad your awake, sleepy head." Taehyung muttered with a roll of his eyes. "Get up, I'm your assigned driver for today and you're kind of making me late of school."

Seokjin had a fair share of having encounters with assholes in his life before but is Taehyung even worth to be called an asshole? He's like, 300 % worse than every other asshole in the universe combined. Seokjin however, still nodded his head, throwing the covers off him as he sleepily made his way to the bathroom to wash his face. Looking closely, he had dark bags under his eyes and he let out an inaudible groan at that before wiping his face with a paper towel and getting out of the bathroom. He looked at Taehyung with a straight face, telling him in a way that he was ready to go.

The younger grabbed his bags before motioning to the door, grumbling under his breath about how his mother is an asshole for making him sent Seokjin out of all people home.

Seokjin glanced at Taehyung for a while before fixing his gaze out the window, to the trees whizzing past by in a daze and people getting up and doing whatever they does in the morning to get their day going. Seokjin leaned his head on the window, glancing at the surroundings that he hadn't had a chance to encounter since he was 13 years old. All these years being locked in his home and only taken out for school can really get to you. It's easy to get tired of seeing the same walls and scenery every day.

Thinking back to then, Seokjin was sure he liked it better when things were that way, when he was younger and when his father was not trying to sell him off to his long lost friend's son just because they're filthy rich. Sometimes Seokjin wished, and still do, that he was born in a different family, the one that actually cared about him and his wellbeing.

The cold wind collided through his hair strands the minute he got off Taehyung's car. He sighed as he watched the younger drove off without even much of a goodbye. It was like everything they had – whatever that was – last night was gone into thin air. He turned back on his heels as he stared at his house, he didn't want to walk inside it, to be greeted by his obviously disappointed father's face because he was sure he let him down again.

He took a deep breath as he walked towards the house, every step he takes feel like a ton of weight being attached to his legs to the point where it was hard to walk. When Jin managed to get to the front door, he slowly pushed open the door only to be greeted with his father's stern face. He gulped, looking down at his polished shoes, playing with the hem of his sweaters. "I –"

"It's about time." His father growled and Seokjin suddenly felt small under his stare, it was as if every ounce of courage he was ever born with left his body and he suddenly wished Taehyung was with him even though the younger boy basically hates his guts. Seokjin let his eyes fall to the ground, shriveling underneath the malevolently scary gaze of his father. "What was that about last night? Seokjin, is all you ever do disappoint?" His father spat and Seokjin flinched at the strong tone before closing his eyes and trapping the tears behind them.

The younger man still looked down at the floor, his hands shaking underneath the material of Taehyung's large sweaters. "I – I'm sorry f-father, it won't happen again." His chest tightened when his father let out a scoff before pulling him by his hair to the basement.

"You've done enough to let that happen again, faggot." Seokjin let out whimpers, the tears that once brimmed in his eyes falling out freely as he tried to pry his father's heavy hands off his hair, apologies spurring out of his mouth as well as weak wails.

"I – I'm sorry please!" He yelled, only receiving a kick in the shin in return. "Father, please! I – I didn't mean for it to happen." Seokjin cried, his father hands pulling so harshly at his hair that he felt like it might come off. After thrashing against his father's grip, he was thrown into the basement like he wasn't anything more than a used rag doll. He let out a loud whimper when he was thrown onto the floor and darkness was all that consumed him. Seokjin let out an inaudible sob, hugging his knees. Just what did he do deserve it?

If you're wondering, no this wasn't what he used to face every day, not until he was 13 years old anyways. By the time Seokjin turned 13, everything came crushing down in his life. He once had a perfect family, the one that wasn't bothered by an avaricious father. His family was once what everyone would envy, a family where no one got hurt for such stupid reason, a normal family. But somehow his father started to despite the fact that all his friends have shot up in the business industry and he hadn't, his mother didn't like the fact that all other mothers had access to partying and shopping while she was stuck working. All in all, the unwanted greed of human nature at one point, became too much until it exploded like peas in a pod to come crushing down on Seokjin.

It was so bad, Seokjin's mom started doing what she always wanted to do and stopped looking after the young, still growing kid she had. Somehow, his dad didn't like it but there was no way he'd take it out on his wife, so he turned to Seokjin. If his wife wasn't the perfect one he'd dream of, then his son had to be one. Seokjin had to master in everything, he was forced to learn how to cook, taught 24 hours a day to get straight A*s in all his test and if he got a little less than 100, he'd either be beaten till he was bruised and blue or be locked in this basement for hours on end. If he failed on anything he'd ever participate which honestly is everything, he'd be locked in the horrific smelling basement without food or water or a source of light.

And now, now his father is trying to sell him off to billionaire's son in hopes that it makes his company stronger which, no doubt would be one after it is in link with the Kims. But does it even matter? Is everything revolved around money? Is money enough to make his own parents marry him off to someone he don't even have feelings for, much less, a man.

Seokjin wiped at his eyes, looking around the pitch dark room. There was nothing to see down here due to the very, very poor lighting but Seokjin's eyes didn't fail to trick him into seeing various shadows painted on the walls, all of which bare eyes stared at him in the most displeasing way anyone could imagine. Seokjin whimpered, clinging onto the flimsy material of his shirt as fat tears drop again from his eyes. It was all too much for him. He couldn't go on like this.

Seokjin clenched his eyes shut, trying to stop the voices in his ears telling him to just stop living. That's he's not worth it. That's he's a failure. That he doesn't deserve happiness. His breathing is short, cut, and gasps as his blunt fingernails scratch at his jeans trying to find some way to halt the menacing voices. When his brown eyes finally snapped open, he was greeted with not a dark room but a plain white wall surrounding him from every perspective he turned to. He looked down at his feet to see them a dark blue and black, the color seemed to be spreading and he panicked. He had to stop it. Stop them from spreading. Stop them from spreading.

He looked around the room, spotting a shelf on the opposite supporting different boxes and old gardening objects. His panicked eyes caught sight of a garden knife on the other side of the shelf and quickly crawled to it, the color now spreading everywhere in his body.

Seokjin grabbed the knife, quickly positioning it on where his heart was supposed to lay before he grabbed it both of his hands. The voices grew louder with every inch the knife moves.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

But before he could do anything, the basement door slammed open and all he could remember was passing out on the cold floor and the last thought he could register was that he was slowly slipping out of sanity.