-Chapter 1 :

"Don't fuck up this time around you little piece of shit. We've already spent enough money on you." His cold and stale voice slapping me right across my face. I nonchalantly kept my head low, my hair hanging low just like my determination levels. My dead eyes stared at the tiled marble floor as I slowly shook my head up and down, almost too subtle to notice.

The man stared at me for a few more moments, studying me and sizing me up. I didn't look up, my pupils still glued to the floor, wondering why I related to the floor than any other human, it knew how it felt to be stepped on and not cared about. The only difference was that the floor had some value, and was repaired, while I was not, nor did I have any value.

"Now get out." The man spat while pushing me to the side, treating me like a piece of trash. I collided into the wall, and tried not to flinch when the shudder burned through my body in ripples. Instead, I kept my serious expression and padded away, striding through the hallways that were oddly comforting.

I was different, for sure. However I wasn't always like this. There were times when everything was good, when life seemed like an adventure, the sort of fairy tale everyone thought of it to be. However it was all a lie. None of it was true. This world was corrupt and selfish, everyone out for their own benefits. In the midst of this hail storm, I was one human, struggling to survive the waves and waves of misfortune.

I was once told that if I kept on fighting, it would be over, I was told that my storm was just a little longer than the other's. But they were wrong, and they realized that. I would stay like this, this was me.

I glanced up to see double doors, inviting me as sunshine flew into the glass panels. I quickly scrunched up my eyes and pushed the door, feeling the cold metal graze my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps to succumb. The sun met me outside and it took all my strength not to topple over when a gust of wind flew over the trees.

The weather was absolutely disgusting. As my feet made tiny sounds in the fallen leaves. I kept staring down, a word I found comfort in. If you always looked down, you never had to face the fears of the world, you didn't have to look up and see the world, you could stay in your own world, with yourself. You'd never be scared of being pushed down if you never looked to be up instead of down.

I kept walking and walking, till the point where I was sure my feet would give. I was always weaker than everyone else, both mentally and physically. It was always a wonder how I made it through all those years of misery, just as it was a wonder how I was still alive and sustaining myself as of now. When I finally came to a halt, I carefully peaked up, my ears tingling at the sounds of leaves and birds chirping.

I was in a park. My eyes grasped the scenery for the first time in months and I couldn't help but wonder how long it'd been since I had even looked up, or at anything for that matter. A gently smile placed itself on my face, and I kept it there. This world was rotten to the core, but somethings would have to be forgotten.

***

"Yah, hyung get up!" Jungkook whined, prodding the man who seemed to be in a deep coma. Suga didn't respond, only growling deeply, causing the maknae to wince and step back, scared of losing his life. "Please?" Jungkook tried once more, leaning towards the shape under the blanket, in hopes that he didn't have to call the rest of the maknae line to do the job.

Suga reluctantly looked up, eyes half lidded as he studied the taller boy in front of him. Jungkook visibly relaxed at the notion that Suga was awake, and straightened, feigning his fear. "We decided to go out for lunch, you should get ready." He said happily, shooting a bunny smile at the elder man.

Suga only groaned, getting ready to argue, but rapidly remembered the last time he had refused. Hobi had made it his personal buisness, and rolled him off his bed. It had been effective and woke the man up, but Hoseok had serious slap marks on his face after that fateful day.

Suga sighed, letting a puff of breath out before lumbering out of bed and nodding at Jungkook to leave. The boy nodded before running out, leaving Suga by himself. Suga couldn't help but smile at the thought of meeting with his brothers again. He knew it was stupid as to knowing that he saw them everyday anyways, but he still felt happy.

He loved the boys with his heart, after all the boys were his family. They had helped him the tough his times, and even when he pushed them away, they always came back like children when seeing mint candies. He'd always respect them for that.

He quickly stripped of his clothes and hopped in the shower, pondering on the events of today. It was their day off as they had just finished the concerts for their new comeback, Love Yourself. It had been and exasperating and fun journey, and he enjoyed every bit of it. The fans, the awards, the everything; he'd never show it, but he loved all of it.

Hey guys I am back with a new book, which is going to be depressing cause I just love writing depressing shit idk why lol. Every time when I try writing something nice and jolly it turns depressing really fast kms. Anyways hope you'll read it and give it a try :) Also I am now writing this, Lost, and co writing Sumgyeojin with KJ so please don't kill me if the updates are very very very- slow

-lunar1029