"Your god is a fraud if you wrote the mission ."

-Hotel Books

Yoongi

"That's nice! Are your parents supportive?" The smile I didn't even realize I had on my face disappeared in an instant. The thought almost made me laugh if it didn't also make me cry.

"Not quite yet." I smiled again, but this one was completely forced, "But I think my dad will come around." Yeah, when hell freezes over.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. What about your mom is she on your side?"

WHY? Why did they have to keep asking questions? Finally, I decided it was time to pull out the excuse that always made people back off.

"I'm not really sure. My mom died a few years ago, but I like to think she would have supported me in this." There. That will get them off my back. It is technically true...I think.

Everyone got kind of quiet like I expected. Mr. and Mrs. Park offered their condolences and soon the conversation moved away from me finally. Once the topic changed, I went back to happily eating my food. It had been a long time since I had eaten anything this good and I was not about to let it go to waste. For a moment, I almost forgot where I was until I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I immediately stiffened and glanced to my right, pulling back slightly.

Jimin was staring at me with a strange mixture of emotions: sadness, kindness, pity, confusion, curiosity? I honestly couldn't read the emotion in his eyes which set me on edge. Normally, I was very good at sensing the emotions of the people around me.

"I didn't know about your mom," he said quietly while still looking at me so intently. "I'm really sorry to hear that." His eyes were doing something to my insides that I hadn't experienced before. My stomach tumbled and fluttered, and I could feel the pounding of my heart in my throat. I couldn't stand the pity in his eyes, but I also never wanted him to look away from me. I wanted to sit here with his hand on me and stare into his beautiful brown eyes forever.

"U-um, it's okay. It was a long time ago." He nodded and softly smiled then slowly pulled his hand away. A whine almost escaped at the loss of contact. Don't go! But the warmth on my shoulder was quickly dissipating, and I could feel the evening coming to an end.

After dinner, we climbed back into the minivan headed to my place. Mrs. Park and Jimin simply sang along to the radio as I occasionally gave directions. My house wasn't far, and the ride was over before I knew it. Thankfully, my dad's truck wasn't in the driveway and I breathed a sigh of relief as we pulled up in front of my house.

"Bye Yoongi! I guess I'll see you in science tomorrow."

I murmured a goodbye and thanked Mrs. Park for the ride before taking one last look at the beautiful boy and climbing out of the car.

Just as I was about to head up my driveway, Mrs. Park rolled down her window.

"Oh, Yoongi, dear, I almost forgot...Jimin, hand me that bag." I stood awkwardly on the sidewalk as she reached over to the passenger seat floorboard. "You seemed to really enjoy dinner, so I packed up the leftovers for you. Here! If you don't want them, feel free to throw them out. I won't feel bad. I won't even know about it." She winked and then handed me a full bag of tupperware with a smile.

"T-thank you." I stumbled because that was possibly one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for me. I smiled at her, for real this time, and thanked her again before heading into my dark house.

Once inside, I walked to the kitchen, turning on the light and began unloading the food into the fridge. She had packed a ton and I was looking forward to eating more later. After I finished, I headed to my room to finish the homework for all my other classes.

I was about halfway through my Calculus homework when the front door slammed shut signaling my father was home. It was only about 8:45, so he was a little bit early. I didn't know if that would be a good or bad thing. I closed my eyes and prayed he had had a good day.

He was stumbling around and I could hear the fridge open and close where he had probably grabbed a beer.

"BOY! Get your dumbass down here." . .

I immediately got up running for the stairs. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was being made to wait. I definitely didn't want him to have to call me twice.

I entered the living room cautiously waiting to see what he needed. "There you are, you piece of shit. Where's my dinner? Did you forget the one thing you are supposed to do? Huh?" I immediately scrambled for the kitchen apologizing as I went. I didn't say a word about the fact that I had no idea he would be home this early or even eating dinner here tonight. Half the time he ate at the bar with the guys from his work after they left the construction site for the evening. The other half the time he would come home drunk and cursing while demanding food immediately.

I'd gotten so used to not knowing that I always made sure to have a meal prepared and ready to heat in the fridge. He continued yelling as I frantically opened the containers I had prepared over the weekend.

"I swear, boy, why do I even keep you around? Am I supposed to bust my ass at work and then come home and cook too? What's next!? Are you going to ask me to do your homework? Should I go to school for you too, you worthless piece of shit?" He was still raging as I set the not steaming dinner plate in front of him keeping my mouth firmly shut.

Once he started to dig in, he quieted down but didn't stop. "You're as bad as your mother. Just an ungrateful slut who is bleeding me for all I'm worth. Stupid whore!" I recoiled at the words as if I had been slapped. Despite all things he said about me, I still didn't think he would go there.

My chin started to shake as tears began to well up in my eyes. With my head down, I headed to the stairs. "I'm not a slut." I murmured to myself as I walked out of the room.

"Did I just hear you say something, boy?" His voice was low and menacing and my heart instantly started to pound.

Fuck.

Pain exploded across the back of my head and a searing heat spread down my back. The plate full of food I had just prepared fell to the floor and shattered at my feet. The still steaming noodles clung to my clothes and a few slid down the back of my shirt. I stood frozen and trembling too terrified to move.

The sound of his work boots thumped as he came closer and I finally turned to look behind me just in time for the back of his hand to catch the side of my face. I fell back against the side of the staircase, my hand raised to my stinging cheek.

"The fuck did you say boy? Cause it sounded like you disagreed with me just now. Do you not think you are a good for nothing slut? Are you saying I'm WRONG?!" I could feel his eyes staring down at me wide and angry, and before I could stop them tears slipped past my eyes and down my cheeks. He grabbed my hair and pulled me back up until he was holding me up to his face. The smell of beer rolled off him, and I struggled to breathe. I stood on my tiptoes to keep him from pulling all of my hair out and tried desperately to breathe with my eyes squeezed shut.

"Oh, are we gonna cry now? Gonna cry like a little bitch are we?" I shook my head frantically trying to stop the tears. "ANSWER ME!"

"No, sir."

"And am I wrong when I called you an ungrateful little slut?"

"No, sir."

"What are you good for?"

"N-Nothing, sir." My voice trembled despite my best effort.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me what you are!" I peeled my eyes open and met his cold dark ones. The lack of emotion almost made me shudder.

Struggling to keep my own emotions in check, I responded, "I'm an ungrateful slut, sir." He smiled as he gazed deep into my eyes. With that, he released me and I slumped to the ground.

"Don't you forget it." he sneered before placing a swift kick to my ribs with his heavy work boots. "Now, clean this up and bring me some real food."

I whimpered for a moment and then dragged myself to my feet and hobbled back to the kitchen. Reluctantly, I loaded Mrs. Park's food onto a plate and heated it for my dad because I was out of the pre-prepared meals I had made. There was still some left thankfully, and I tucked it at the back of the fridge for my dinner tomorrow.

I set the dinner in front of my dad and immediately started cleaning the mess on the floor. When I was done I hurried up the stairs to shower, and then hide in my room for the remainder of the night.