On the way home Yoongi passed by his former home, his former life you might say. Everything in his life changed. His family went from the haves to the have-nots in the blink of an eye. He feels like an outsider here in the old neighborhood where he grew up. He looks at his old house that his parents lost peering up at his bedroom window that now belongs to someone else. The roses in the garden are tended well. They were his mom's pride and joy at one time. Now that time stands forgotten in the cobwebs of her mind. She no longer remembers. She no longer cares. Not even about her only son. The pills she took to end her life took her mind instead. Now she lays in a bed all day staring into space - oblivious of the pain she has caused the ones she loved.

Yoongi can't cry anymore. His tears have dried up. All he wants is revenge. Revenge and torment for those responsible. He is full of hate and hopelessness. Everyone annoys him, especially Jennie with her perfect life unaware of how her family caused his loss. Jennie is innocent but then again so was he. The innocent pay for the mistakes of their parents.

He keeps walking the long way home. There is no rush. Sadly, there is no one waiting for him. His dad is not there either. He is a shell of the man he once was. Most days he stays at the convalescent home with his wife. He holds her hand and talks to her. Sadly getting no response. He wallows in self-pity. How could he not have known she would try to kill herself? She was a weak person with a fragile heart. She made a mistake falling for the wrong man. A cruel, heartless beast that just used her and threw her away. Jennie's dad would pay. Yoongi would ruin his beautiful daughter. She would pay for his mistake and he would know it was his lover's son that did it

He walks up the steps of the dingy apartment complex. He's finally home. There is a plate with food covered in plastic with a note from his dad. "Make sure you eat." A roach crawls by and hides under the plate. He is grossed out and tosses the plate in the garbage. He wants to run from his life but he can't.

He sits by the window and stares outside. Jennie's sad little face comes to haunt him. He thinks of her pouty pink lips on his. He remembers her touch as he palms himself. He thinks of how it felt to touch her bottom. He thinks of slowly pulling down her panties. She is just his type. The kind of girl that makes heads turn. He wants to make her his in every way.  He can't control the feelings of desire that flood him every time he sees her.

He jumps when his phone dings his mind returning to his reality.  The text says, "We're outside. Let's go."

His friends are here. They will hang out and he will leave his thoughts of Jennie for when he's alone. They are the only balm in his dismal life. They will go out and get drunk on cheap alcohol and maybe steal some food. This is his life. This is as good as it gets for the likes of him.

He doesn't tell his friends about the girl he is tormenting. This is something he must keep private. He doesn't need their questions, especially about why he is doing it. Or why the school's ace troublemaker with a sharp tongue and a mocking grin was suddenly interested in the goody-goody Ms. Kim that felt so good to his touch.

Min Yoongi was a dangerous boy. Ever since his circumstances changed and nobody seemed to care he stopped caring also. Why should he study? Why shouldn't he sleep through a lesson? None of this shit mattered to him. He just wanted to get out of school already so he could get away from here and start a new life.