TRIGGEREWARNING: IN THIS CHAPTER SELFHARM OCCURRS
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Later in the evening; the kim's apartment..

"You bitch! You're just a man! I should knew it better!"

B-but mom!",  Taehyung screamed back, "I just curled my hair, calm down!"

"Where the fuck did you get that? Look at yourself Taehyung you loke like a bitch, just like your father! Dear god how could you punish me with such a bitch of a son", his mother started crying while holding the curling iron in her left hand. 

"Please calm down, chill. A friend borrowed it me." 

"Who? Who the fuck destroyed my innocent baby?", she said it silently but her face was red like a tomato. Taehyung was scared of her. He always was, when she got upset. He just got this curling iron from his friend who always came to school with the best hairlook, his clothes were from prada or channel god wouldn't even know. He got a lot of cash Taehyung couldn't give himself another explaination. But Taehyung wasn't. Well he wasn't poor too, but he mother would never allow him something of that. Never.  
Even if he was almost an adult she treated him like he was a 10 years old.

"It was Jimin, you know him, he's a good guy. The one I visit the singing class together", I said quietly now looking at the ground. 

"You will never commit a sin again!"; his mother screamed. Taehyungs body shivered under the aggressiv yell. "But mom..." The brown haired wasn't someone who gave up easily. 

 "No! You won't go to this damn free course with this naughty slut. I can't accept that his naughtiness rubs off on you!"

"I hate you", Taehyung whispered. His voice thrembled. Without further ado, he turned his back on his mother and ran to the bathroom. He aggressively pushed the door behind him and locked it.

He kicked at the wall and then hit his body against it. He screamed. 

Slowly he calmed down his heavy breathing. Taehyun turned around and looked into the mirror. His face was red from anger. His curled hair looked too pretty for the rest of his aggressiv face. All shit just because of this damn hair. Just because he wanted to feel pretty. 
He wanted to have friends. Was this really a sin?

He took a deep breathe and opened the bottom drawner.  
Without hesitation, he grabbed one of the razors and placed it on his wrist.

Blood dripped onto the floor.