After the medical stuff was done, I was sent back to my room with my hands cuffed. Honestly they had been tied for so long that it felt weird when they un-cuffed.

Just like usual I was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out of the window. I did it for hours at a stretch sometimes because that was the only thing for me to do.

The door opened and I looked back to see Hyuna standing there.

"Master wants to see you"

Yoongi sat in his own room, his abdomen throbbing with pain. As he stared at the chandelier on his ceiling, a memory from the past erupted.

He was walking down the road to his house. He was 13 years old. His house was still a few minutes away. Even though it was his house, nothing about it was welcoming at all.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when someone pushed him and he fell on his knees, scraping them in the process.

"Look it's Min Yoongi. The boy with the pretty name 'Yoongi' ", one of the four boys from his school who bullied him spoke.

"Wow, you are one flower boy aren't you", his friend said grabbing him by the collar.

"Please let me go", was the only thing the boy could whimper.

"Let you go? Where? Do you want to go home kid? To that wretched mother of yours? Is she Hooking up with someone again? My father says she is a whore who has probably fucked every man..."

At the mention of his mother, the boy lost it, punching the speaker in his face.

"You fucking son of a bitch, how dare you?". The boy lunged at him, kicking him in the stomach repeatedly until Yoongi coughed.

"How dare you touch me?", he yelled punching Yoongi in the face as the boy started bleeding.

"Take his bag"

Yoongi resisted as two of them tried pulling it away from him. The boys turned it upside down, emptying it away as all contents spilled on the ground. They grabbed his wallet before removing the money from it and stuffing it in their pockets. The money that was going to feed him for the next week. The money he made by washing people's cars.

"Now what is this?", one of them said picking up a diary. His diary that he wrote songs and poems in. His most prized possessions.

"WOOOOOO", one of them yelled flipping the pages. "Shakespeare in the house"

"Please not that, please", Yoongi cried as he tried to stand up.

"Too bad"

The boy threw the diary on the ground, stepping on it as he crushed it under his feet. Yoongi scrambled to his feet to make a run for it but two of the boys held him. His eyes flickered as the man removed a lighter.

"Say goodbye to your book little birdie"

"NOOO, NOOO, PLEASE NOOOO", the boy yelled as the bully bent down to light the book on fire. The flame from the lighter flickered as it was about to touch the book but it didn't.

Yoongi saw as someone stepped on the boys's hand and the lighter fell out of it. He screamed as the person - a girl increased pressure on it. One of his friends charged at her but she knocked him out with a kick. She turned around to face the boy, holding his face tightly before slapping his cheek. The sound of the slap vibrated so hard that the boys holding Yoongi immediately backed away in fear.

The boy who had been slapped held his cheek tightly as he sobbed slightly. Yoongi could only imagine how red and bruised the skin was on his cheek.

"What do you think you are doing bullying people in this neighborhood Haesul?"

She knew him?

"I was just..", the boy tried speaking but couldn't. He was literally trembling almost like he was afraid of that girl.

"Leave and I don't want to see you here ever again. Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"And if you touch this boy, I will snap your fingers and hand them to you one by one"

"Y-yes"

With that he immediately took a run in the other direction. Yoongi looked up at the girl who was walking to him.

"Are you okay?", she asked extending a hand which he held and helped himself up.

"Yes".

"Here's your book". Yoongi grabbed it and other items as he stuffed them in his bag, messing up a little under the girl's eyes.

"Hey relax, they are not going to do it again. Don't worry. Haesul is just a loser who picks on others because there is nothing else he can do"

"Thank you for helping but I should go now"

"Wait but you are literally bleeding. Let me help. My dad is great at doing first aid. I will take you to him"

Yoongi protested but the girl dragged him along with her. Her hold was so strong it made Yoongi wonder about what her parents fed her.

They rung the bell to a house right opposite to his. A tall man with a peppery mustache opened the door.

"Dad can you help my friend here please, he is hurt"

Friend. She called him a friend and he had only met her a few minutes ago. But it felt good, no one had called him a friend before.

"Of course", he said before ushering the kids into a fine living room. He disappeared and came back later with a first aid kit.

"Young man, how did this happen?", he asked dabbing some cream onto a bruise on my arms which felt nice.

"That asshole Haesul did it"

"Language !", her father said sternly and the girl whose name he didn't even know immediately shut up.

"All done", the older male said before closing the kit. Yoongi muttered a thank you as the man stood up to put that kit away leaving him alone with the girl.

"What is your name?", she asked.

He hesitated because the words of his bully played in his mind. His name was ugly. He didn't want this girl to think it was ugly.

"Earth to you", she said snapping her fingers in front of him. "What is your name?"

He stayed silent.

"I saved you and you won't even tell me your name?"

Silence.

"Fine then. I will tell you my nick name and I will give you one too. Ummm... smile", she said.

"What?"

"Smile"

Unsure why he was asked to do it, the boy smiled showing of his gummy smile.

The girl smiled back. "Your smile is sweet like sugar.. hence I am going to call you Sugar"

"Suga?", Yoongi asked puzzled.

"No it's Sugar. It's an english word"

"Suga?", the boy said again.

"No sugar. SUGAR. There is a Rrrr sound at the end"

"Suga", the boy said trying to pronounce sugar but failed.

"You know what, let's just go with Suga", she said giving up. "You can call me lily. It's lily because my father says I am beautiful like the lilies"

Yoongi smiled to himself. Suga - that was a cool nickname. No one had ever given him a nickname.

"So Suga, do you live here? Because I have never seen you before"

"We moved in three days ago"

"Explains. I was visiting Busan with my father. We came back today morning. So I must have not seen you. How old are you Suga?"

"12", the boy said. He noticed she was quite talkative, continuously telling him things on her own without him asking.

"Oh you are older. I am 11"

"How do you know Haesul?", Yoongi asked.

"He lives around here in the lane right behind. I see him all the time. He is a...", she peeped out of the room to check for her father before continuing.. "he is a fucking asshole. He once thought it would be fun to bully me and I gave him a black eye. His father came in the next day to complain to my father about me beating him up and my father gave his father a black eye too. Since then he lives in the fear of me"

Yoongi chuckled. She was funny.

"Where did you learn to fight?", Yoongi asked curiously.

"I am a black belt in Taekwando. I started when I was 4 and I have been doing it for 7 years now. I got my black belt last year. For the last two years I am also learning jui-jitsu and next year I might start martial arts"

"Wow", was the only thing he could come up with.

"So Suga, who do you live with?"

"My mother", he stated coldly.

"And your father?"

Yoongi stayed silent. He did not know who his father was. What the boys said was true. His mother was indeed a hooker. She came home with different men most nights. Almost all days Yoongi slept on a bench in the park because of loud noises that came from the room.. the noise of them doing it..the house they had right now was his grandmothers. After she died, it was passed down to his mother by default and they moved here. It was still much better than the old shack they lived in.

"I don't have one", he said.

"Oh", the girl said, regret on her face. "I am sorry, I shouldn't have asked"

"It's okay. I should get going now. It's late outside. Thank you for helping me lily. If you did not come, they would have...."

"It's okay Suga. Don't worry. I got you"

He smiled before taking his exit as he heard her yell from the back.

"Always remember. We are friends. FRIENDS SAVE EACH OTHER's ASSES WHEN THEY ARE IN TROUBLE"