Mr. Arrogants
12

I came home from school and I faced the same scene, again. My parents are fighting.

"I'm at work, making my ass numb and you're playing with another woman?" my mother screamed at my father.

"I don't have any relationship, I told you! Why don't you trust me?! Stop bickering with me before I actually go look for another woman!" my father screamed back.

"WHO IS THE WOMAN WITH YOU?!"

"HE'S CLIENKU! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY?" my father screamed back until his face turned red and veins around his neck appeared.

My parents didn't even realize I was coming in. I ran to my room and slammed the door. I just hope they stop fighting. When I was a child, we were a harmonious family. I don't know what's going on, the distance changes it. They work too often and when they are home, they anger one another when they are stressed, even when we are having dinner together.

I started to feel sick and tired of everything. I sat on my bed, feeling hopeless about my parents.

"I WANT A DIVORCE!" I heard my mother screaming from the living room.

Tears began to gather in my eyes and then fell on my cheeks. It's the same situation every day, but why can't I face this and then cry every night.

I closed my ears and tried to perpetuate the cruel world, but I could still hear my mother screaming. My tears can't stop flowing. I wish my grandmother would still take care of me. I've missed him.

I sighed and opened my bed drawer. I'm holding the cutter.

It's been a long time. This habit may come back.

I took the cutter to my wrist and pressed it against my skin. Blood started to come out of the incision I made.

One incision.... Two incisions.. Three...

My tears kept falling, the pain became numb with each incision. Soon, this became an addictive substance.

...***...

Haru next, I was alone, again, during the break because Mina was with the three men - Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. I let out a breath. Does he have no heart or little pity for me?

I ate my food faster and there was nothing to do. Then I decided to go around school.

I headed to the third floor, where I felt lonely, literally no one was there. I walked into the art room and approached the piano.

/Flashbacks/

"Hyejin, I'll teach you how to play my favorite part on the piano. When I was a kid and in love, your grandfather played this for me. Then after that I fell in love with him."*grandma told me that story when I was a little boy, about seven years old. I giggled as he told me that story.

He played it carefully and beautifully, the first time I heard it, I wanted to cry even though I was very young. My grandfather made it, for my grandmother. Love is conveyed in the melody of the song. Perfectly*.

/End of flashback/

Unfortunately, my grandfather died when I was born. I never saw him, nor felt his affection. I just know, he's a good guy, a guy with good treatment on women. Not like Taehyung, or my dad.

I put my finger on the keys and started playing them. I've mastered this music since I was seven, but I can't play as well as my grandmother.

In fact, this is the same song I played for Taehyung when you skipped Biology. I doubt he realized my talent for playing beautiful melodies on the piano.

I finished it, and sighed. What am I supposed to do next?

I remember a place far from the art room but on the same floor, which was Taehyung's hiding place.

I walked towards the warehouse and opened the door. There is not much ventilation here, this room is still filled with the smell of cigarettes.

I turned on the lights and closed the door. I looked around and found a box of papers. I saw him one by one.

It's just so incredible. Taehyung can actually draw! He draws a lot of things on paper, he has a talent for art. I feel like stealing one and selling it.

I turned to the next paper, I saw the portrait of a girl. His face was familiar, like I've met before. And at the bottom of the portrait it says 'LHJ'. My head's dizzy. What do these three letters mean?

Then, the door opens. I was suddenly surprised.

But it was just Taehyung.

"Well, what are you doing here?" he asked me and entered the barn.

"No idea, I'm just looking around at this. It's yours, right?" my many.

He nodded and sat next to me.

"really?" he asked with a big smile.

"Yes! Picture me too!" my door.

He just laughed. "I've been" he stopped. "Um, I'm out of paper."

"I'll bring the paper next time and you'll have to draw me okay." I said and he nodded.

"By the way, this picture is great. What is 'LHJ'?" I said and pointed at the bottom of the picture.

He took the paper from me. "Pulse...Love's...J..Hope. I-yes I like J-hope (our classmate, his nickname Hoseok)" he said and put the papers back in the box.

I giggle. "Bas gay." I said and chuckled, he did too.

My laughter faded as I thought of something.

"Where's your friend Mina huh?" ask me and raise my eyebrows.

"Mina's? Oh he's with Jimin and Jungkook and I came to smoke but then I saw you here." she explained.

"Ah... So I have to get out so you can smoke and then go back to your best friend Mina huh?" ask and stand up

He pulled me back to sit next to him. "No" he said and took out a pack of cigarettes from behind a pile of paper.

"Hey! I don't want to watch you and make my lungs cough with cigarettes." I said.

He ignored me and pulled out a match. Then I snatched a cigarette from his mouth that was about to be lit.

"Why do you want to damage your lungs with this?" I said and saw the cigarette in my hand.

"Because I'm stressed and tired of some things. I smoke, so I can get rid of my problems" she said and held my wrist to take her cigarette back.

"Aw!" I cried, dropping a cigarette and he let go of my wrist.

"I don't hold your wrist too hard, do I?" tanyakanya.

I kept quiet, rubbed my wrists but made sure my sleeves weren't exposed.

"Hold it" he said. "Get up your sleeves."

I turned away from him and covered my wrist, lowering my sleeve to cover the incision scar on my wrist.

Impatiently, he clasped my hand and revealed my sleeve, revealing a scar. I became quiet and frightened, I was so sweaty.

He still holds my hand, he looks at me.

"Why did you hurt yourself like this?" tanyakanya.

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

He sighed.

"We're the same, aren't we?" he said, and I was confused for a moment.

".... We both hurt ourselves sometimes, thinking that our problems will go away" he said.

I realized it, yes. I hurt myself with a cutter knife, and he damaged his lungs with a cigarette.

"It's a problem if we start getting addicted" he said and sighed.

"You, stop slashing yourself okay" he said and elbowed me.

"You too, quit smoking." I said and elbowed him back. We both smiled.

"Promise, I mean, I'll try" he said and stuck out his little finger.

I smile. "Promise." I answered and locked my little finger with her.

Then then, the bell rang, the break ended and we both went back to class.