** TRIGGER WARNING ; self harming scene, please do not read if you're sensitive to such scenes.

I came back from school and I face the same scene at home, yet again. My parents were bickering.

"...I have been at work, working my butt off and you're there flirting with another woman?!" My mom yelled at my dad.

"I'm not having an affair I told you already! Why won't you believe me?! Stop picking a fight with me before I go find another woman for real!" My dad shouted back.

"THEN WHO'S THAT WOMAN YOU WERE WITH?!"
"SHE'S MY CLIENT! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU?!" My dad shouted back until his face was red and his neck veins were popping out.

My parents didn't even notice me entering the house. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. I just wish they'd stop arguing with each other. When I was a child, we were united as a family. I don't know what happened, distance made the heart fonder. They worked too often and once they're home, they let out their anger at each other when they get stress, even when we eat dinner together.

I was getting sick and tired of everything. I sat on my bed, feeling hopeless about my parents.

"I WANT A DIVORCE!" I heard my mom shouted from the living room.

Tears started forming in my eyes and then rolling down my cheeks. It's the same situation everyday, but why cant I get used to this and then cry every single night.

I closed my ears and tried to ignore the cruel world, but I could still hear my mom's shouting. My tears couldn't stop falling. I wish my grandmother's still taking care of me. I miss her.

I sighed and opened my drawer by my bed. I grabbed the pen knife.

It's been long. This habit might come back.

I brought the blade to my wrist and pressed it against my skin. Blood started oozing out of the cuts.

One cut... two cuts... three...

My tears kept falling, the pain gets numb with every cut. Soon, it got addictive.

***
The next day, I'm alone, again, during break because Mina's with the three boys - Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. I sighed. Have she got no heart or a little sense of pity for me?

I finished my food early and had nothing to do. Then I decided to wander around the school.

I went up to the third level, where I felt lonelier, there was literally no one there. I walked past the art room and to the piano.

/flashback/

"Hyejin-ah, I'll teach you to play my favourite piece on the piano. When I was young and in love, your grandfather played it for me. From then onwards, I fell in love for him," my grandmother told me the story when I was still a little kid, about 7 years old. I giggled when she told me the story.

She played it meticulously and beautifully, the first time I heard it I was close to tears despite my young age. My grandfather composed it, for my grandmother. Love was sent through the melody of the music. It was perfect.

/end of flashback/

Unfortunately, my grandfather died when I was born. I never got to see him, or feel his love. I only knew, he's a gentleman, a man with great manners towards a woman. So unlike Taehyung, or my dad.

I put my fingers on the keys and started to play it. I mastered this piece of music since at the age of 7, but still can't play as well as my grandmother.

Actually, it's the same piece of music I played the other time for Taehyung when we skipped Science lesson. I doubt he treasured my talent of playing such a beautiful melody on the piano.

I ended off, and sighed. What should I do next?

I remembered somewhere far from the art room but on the same level, there's Taehyung's secret hideout.

I walked towards the storeroom and opened the door. Since there's not much ventilation, the room still had the smell of smoke.

I turned on the lights and closed the door. I looked around and found a box that was filled with papers. I looked through each and every of them.

It was beyond amazing. Taehyung can actually draw! He drew many stuffs on papers, he had a talent of art. I felt like stealing one and selling it off.

I flipped to the next paper, I saw a portrait of a girl. Her face was familiar, like I've met before. Then at the bottom of the portrait it was written 'LHJ' I scratched my head. What do these three letters mean?

Just then, the door knob turned. I flinched out of shock.

But it was just Taehyung.

"Yah, what are you doing here?" He asked me and entered the storeroom.

"I don't know, just looking through these art works. These are yours right?" I asked.

He nodded and sat beside me.

"They're beautiful!"
"Really?" He said with a slight smile.
"Yeah! Draw a portrait of me!" I requested.

He just chuckled. "I already-" he paused, "...um, I already ran out of papers."

"I'll get papers next time and you'll have to draw my portrait okay," I said and he nodded.

"By the way, this portrait's really beautiful. What does 'LHJ' stand for?" I said pointing to it at the bottom of the portrait.

He snatched the papers away from me, "...um, Love...J...Hope. Y-yeah I loved J-hope (our classmate, Hoseok's nickname)" he said and kept back the papers in the box.

I chuckled. "You gay rascal," I said and laughed, he did too.

My laughter faded when I thought of something.

"Where's your friend Mina huh?" I asked and raised my eyebrow.

"Mina? Oh she's hanging out with Jimin and Jungkook and I came to smoke but then I see you're here," he explained.

"Ah... so I shall get out so you can smoke then return to your bestfriend Mina huh?" I asked and stood up.

He pulled me back down to sit beside him. "Anniyo," he said and reached out for a box of cigarettes from under a pile of newspapers.

"Yah! I'm not gonna watch you and cough my lungs out taking in the smoke," I said.

He ignored me and took out his lighter. Just then I snatched the cigarette from his mouth just when he was about to light it up.

"Why would you want to burn your lungs with this?" I asked and looked at the stick.

"Because I get stressed and tired of some things. I smoke, so that I can burn my problems away," he said and grabbed my wrist to take his cigarette back.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed, dropping the cigarette and he let go of my wrist.

"I wasn't grabbing your wrist too hard, was I?" He asked.

I kept silent, rubbing my wrist but making sure my sleeves were not up.

"Hold on," he said, "pull up your sleeve."

I looked away from him and covered my wrist, securely pulling down my sleeve to cover the scars on my wrist.

Impatient, he grabbed my hand and he pulled the sleeve up, revealing the scars of the cuts. I became silent and scared, I was sweating profusely.

Still holding my hand, he looked at me.

"Why did you harm yourself like this?" He asked.

"I have my own reasons and problems," I said and slowly pulled my hand away from his, holding back my tears.

He sighed.

"We're the same aren't we?" He said, and I got confused for awhile.

"...We both hurt ourselves somehow, thinking that our problems will go away," He said.

I realised, yes. I hurt myself with a blade, and he burns his lungs with a cigarette.

"It's a problem when we get addicted to it," I said and sighed.

"You, stop cutting yourself alright," he said and nudged me.
"You too, stop smoking," I said and nudged him back. We both smiled.

"Promise, I mean, I'll try," He said and put out his pinky finger.

I smiled, "Promise," I replied and locked my pinky finger with his.

Just then, the bell rang, break was over and we both headed back to class.