Author's note:
Hola peeps!! I am back with the next part and hope you like it. And do remember Bangtan can speak good English in this whole series

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"Why is he so adamant?", I thought to myself.

 I washed myself, preparing for the evening prayer. Baba is still in his workplace and I did the prayer along with Ammi. Ammi then prepared snacks and I ate them complimenting her cooking skills while she blushed at my little plaudits. 

I always know Ammi wants to fill the void created by Baba since I was born. But no one can take a dad's role except for he, himself. I sighed at the thought of having a better scenario in this house. I wish we are like any other family, simple and happy.

I switched on the television to watch some cartoons, shrugging off those thoughts in my mind. People would tease me like hell if they knew this. I don't have another option though. The thought of Hollywood series and their intimate scenes would be considered sinful in my family. And I got used to it now.

I didn't want to risk it by watching it on my phone either. What if I was caught? What if Baba searches my web history, I would be turned into ash the next day. I still have hope for life. 

As I scrolled through my phone, I saw my friends' messages and replied to all of them. Since the time zones were different, I am sure it will be tough for us to text each other at the same time. I miss my people in Saudi.

I got bored with the show on the TV and got myself a sketchpad to draw something. At least, it kills time rather than watching the same episode of cartoons. Ugh! Why can't they air new ones? 

I kept sketching and slowly my thoughts trailed towards the music academy. Or should I say a specific person to be precise? That idiot who kept on sticking to me like a lizard. He is so stubborn. And his behavior was very flirty. I wonder how many girls he had hit on. And why does it matter to me anyway?

"Could you remove that scarf for me? I want to see your face"

His words kept ringing in my head. Why does he want to know my face? I honestly don't like him, even a bit, though he has that charm in his eyes. What am I thinking now? Yes, I hate him because he knew I was going to be in trouble, but still, he let me go like that.

It was so embarrassing had not Jin saved me at the right time. They both are contrasting personalities indeed. I hope Baba didn't employ any spy over there. If he gets to know that someone touched me, I am sure he will be beheaded by now. I care for life and though I hate him much, I can't stake his life.

"Nazeera, I completely forgot to ask. How was your first day?", Eomma asked me with her sweet smile, snapping me out of thoughts. I narrated how the classes went on and she listened to me patiently. I didn't mention the story of getting lost and landing up in a boys' block though. But I did mention about this Taehyung guy creeping me. She looked at me in shock at first but then pressed her lips into a thin line.

"Just be careful Nazeera. I trust you. But still, just don't make it an issue that your Baba must get involved", her expression turned to a serious one. I know what she meant by those words. I nodded and hugged her. I will make sure to tell about him as I am completely dependent on her if any trouble arises.

After some time, Baba arrived home. Ammi immediately made the table ready. I sat silently and my dinner while Baba talked to Ammi about some business-related issues.  And then everything went silent, so quiet that all I could hear is the sound of the food being chewed.

I then went upstairs to write my diary. I am not that type to maintain a dairy, but I am doing it now. I am not sure to write on a regular note, but I will write about all the important events of my life.

 I penned down my thoughts of the day and smiled to myself. Baji says you have to always keep a record of your life just in case, anything happens. She maintained her dairy regularly and that's the only thing that narrates me about her life and feelings. 

I miss you Baji

I finished writing it and wiped the lone tear that streamed down my right cheek. All that matters is her happiness. If she is happy, then I am ready to live in the agony of her absence.

I walked to the washroom to do my night routine. I washed my arms and legs once again and brushed my teeth. Sighing to myself, I headed down for the night prayer. Once it is done, I will sleep peacefully.

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The alarm woke me up. Is it morning already? I wonder how it would feel like, to wake up after the sunrise. They always mention that sunrays disturb the sleep of many female protagonists in most of the novels that I have read secretly in my school library.

"I wish our family was so considerate to accept us"

"I could see a future with him and I could not stop myself from falling for him"

"Was it my fault to fall in love with him? Couldn't Allah be merciful?"

I could hear her sobs through the lines. She has faced a lot and she deserves to be happy. Baji, I know you are far from me, but I hope you are happy with the new life ahead. I closed her dairy and decided to take a bath.

I headed down and did my usual prayer along with Baba and Ammi. I just wish Baji to be happy, Allah.

After the prayer, I headed upstairs to take a little nap as there is still time. My sleep schedule is quite difficult for someone like me who loves sleep after my dear violin. I must wake up really early for the prayer and might not always sleep early. Many thoughts haunt my head, especially at night.

I woke up after some time and looked at my wristwatch. No way! The nap turned out to be too long and I am having just twenty more minutes in my hand. I know I will reach the academy late in any way possible.

I immediately rushed down and headed to the door with my belongings

"You didn't have your breakfast, Nazeera", Ammi yelled but I don't have time now.

"I will eat something there, Ammi. Bye", I bid bye to her and didn't even listen to what she was saying.

I walked so fast that my legs were paining. But I made sure my love, my violin is all safe in my hands through the hurried steps I took. I didn't have time to pack it in my bag today. All thanks to my pretty long nap.

I reached the academy, finally. I and twenty minutes late and I sighed in relief seeing people still at the entrance. Were many people late today?  As I approached the entrance, I could see the chaos in the hall, why are people running? As I stood there unable to decipher what is going on, a pair of hands held my shoulder.

Even before I could turn to see who they are, I noticed all the attention on me. Everyone was looking at me and I don't know an ounce about what's happening around me. A strange gush of anxiety filled my throat and I was frozen. Please, let this not be anything stupid.

The guy holding my shoulders was hiding behind my back and I could sense his movements though I couldn't see him properly. The man in front of me was none other than......... 

Taehyung?

 What is he doing now?

"Please save me", the guy behind me was pleading and I could see Taehyung approaching towards us.

"Go away from here, Nazeera", he mouthed and I tried to move but the guy was holding me tight and started pleading again. Why is he scared? Is Taehyung trying to harm him?

"Just go", he yelled at me now sending shivers down my spine. His voice is no less than the authoritative tone of my father. But I stood frozen as if my legs were caught. I am very bad at handling these situations. No, no, I am the worst.

"Why do you want to hurt him?", I gained all the courage and spoke out. Am I out of my mind? Why do I have to meddle in this matter?

"Jackson, get your coward ass up straight and fight me. And don't let your filthy fingers touch her", he looked dangerous. His eyes were filled with hatred for the poor soul behind me. Can someone dig a hole under me, please? 

But none of us changed our positions. There were a bunch of people around us and I could see we are the main roles of this scene.

"You bastard", the next second happened out of blue. My wrist pained a bit and I could feel blood dripping out. Shock would be an understatement to describe the feeling at the moment. The guy's arm was bleeding and what made my heart shatter is the broken piece of my love. 

I could see the wooden instrument in its pathetic state. The strings were detached and it was looking lifeless. My eyes glistened at the tragic sight in front of me. No way, I got my baby after so many days of constant pleading. How can it be broken like this? How?

"I will see you later, Taehyung. You didn't change at all. Licking that ass of your hyungs always", the guy with the bleeding arm mouthed.

"Fuck off", Taehyung growled and the man went away with some of his friends.

The people around me slowly started disappearing. I bent down to gather the pieces of my violin. I was crying badly and trying to attach the broken wooden pieces in any way possible.  This can't be. This can't be, I sobbed looking at them, all shattered.

"Are you alright?", he asked me but I completely ignored him, trying to mend my broken violin. Didn't he get any other thing to hit that person?

"Nazeera, you are bleeding", he tried to touch my wrist but I shoved his hand away. My violin is the only thing that brought peace into my life. It took me ages to convince him to buy this violin. I tried to pick all the pieces but they pierced through my fingers.

"Nazeera, let's go to the infirmary", he held my hand but I pulled out with force.

"Just go away from me", I shouted at him while sobbing.

"It's broken now. You can't get it back by hurting yourself", he spoke in a calmer tone than before and the truth hit on my face. I can't mend my violin by gathering the pieces. 

Looking at him only made my situation worse. He was so calm after hitting that guy and breaking my only love and yet here, he is asking me if I am alright. I am so dead inside now. How can he be so cruel?

"You are coming to the infirmary now", he ordered in his authoritative tone again. Not even giving a damn to my resistance to his hold, he led me to the infirmary. I hate him. I hate him so much.

He talked to the nurse, something in Korean, and the nurse walked towards me. She started doing some treatment and I didn't care. This pain is nothing to the pain in my heart. How will I tell this to Ammi? How will I ask them to buy me another violin?

She tied the white bandage over my wrist and applied ointment on the tip of my fingers which were hurt by the sharp wooden filings. She advised me to change the bandage once in 12 hours for two days and told me to keep it dry. I nodded and stood up to leave the infirmary.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business", I scoffed at him. I am so mad at him. I wish I never met him in the first case. Why should it be me to suffer like this? Why couldn't it be any other person?

"I am sorry", he blurted. Will that apology bring back my violin? Does he think a sorry would be enough to heal this mess?

"Please don't show your face again to me if you really feel apologetic", that's the least I want. He only causes turbulence in my already messed up life. Let me be free at least now. Ugh! I am so frustrated. 

"I am afraid I can't", his reply made me flabbergasted. Does he mean he can't? But why?

"But I will make it up somehow", he looked into my eyes.

"How?", I asked him as I know there is nothing he could do to earn my forgiveness.

"I will get you a new one"

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aehyung being the cutest man alive