Chapter two

Yoongi didn't show that he was proud around Taehyung but after entering his room he smiled his gummy smile, heart swelling with pride.

Those fuckers don't deserve us. He smirked viciously.

"Father, I- I-" the 17 year old stutters as he talks.

"Be a man and talk. You're a Min. You're the next CEO. A generation. Don't embarrass me like this in front of media." his father said nonchalantly.

"Okay father." he said though he still have things to say.

"Keep an eye on his whereabouts." Mr.Min said to his butler as soon his son left his office.

"Yes sir."

Yoongi woke up to the sound of someone screaming. More like Taehyung. He rushed from his bedroom to Taehyung's. He knew the reason for his scream; also the cause. He cursed under his breath when he couldn't calm Taehyung.

"Shh. Hyung is here. Calm down." he tried singing lullaby if it helps to calm the shaking boy.

"I don't allow faggots to live in here. You better get the hell out of my house." his mother said as she kept throwing profanities toward him. The 15 year old boy gulped in fear. He just had a heartbreak and now the woman in front of him is not helping his situation better.

"M-mother-" he was slapped hard in his cheek not by his mother but by his sister.

"Don't call me mother using your filthy mouth. You are a sinner and I don't allow sinner to stay here."she gritted her teeth.

"Yes you are not needed to this family." his sister basically younger than him for 3 months said frowning.

"Yes you better get out before I beat you into pulps." his brother said fisting his hands.

This caught Taehyung off guard. He loved his siblings and thought they loved him back. Now he is reconsidering his thoughts about his siblings. His cheek is still stinging.

'Damn never knew she held a grudge against me. Must have been waiting to slap me for years.' he thought.

"Father- you p-please h-hear me out. I didn't do anything." he cried composing himself from his thoughts.

"Don't call me 'father'. You are not my son. I didn't raise a disappointment. Not at all a 'fag'. Get out." his father said with a straight face.

His father just mumbled some incoherent words like 'should've given to her' which went unnoticed by the poor shaking boy.

His mother smirked viciously and whispered to the crying boy, "I heard your boyfriend betrayed you, huh? Seems like he doesn't find you attractive and worthy for his love. Or he just played with you? You're a fool anyway."

And she hit the right spot. Angry tears were flowing from the boy's eyes. His mother's words now seem to hit him hard. And it hurts.

"I just wanted to say you that I never considered you as my son. Because you're not.Goodbye." his mother more like a snake said the last words in a whisper as she leaned over the drenched boy.

She was happy because her husband once listened to her. And that's not the only reason. She played her part in the game and left the remaining to the main player. She closed the door right at his face. The poor boy jerked. He fell on his knees crying hard burying his face in his large hands. And the climate didn't help him. It's raining cats and dogs and he is just looking worse than a street dog. He thought his siblings loved him. He thought at least they would support him.

"I loved them. But they-"his swallowed the lump in his throat as he furiously wiped his salty tears .

He walked lifeless in the roads of nowhere thinking why is life so cruel. He suddenly flinched hearing thunder around him. It was like around 1PM and his parents just kicked him out because he loved a boy who played with his feelings for fun? He chuckled humorless as he continued walking in the rain like a maniac stumbling along his way.

Suddenly the thunderstorms increased and he panicked. He didn't have place to stay. His friends disguise him now. His ex-boyfriend says all the things was just for fun. His cousin despises him so much that the devil would pity him. He still don't have any idea why his cousin dislike his presence near him. They used to bestfriends before. And his mind drifted to his parents. His parents think he is a sinner. He ran toward a shelter but stopped midway in tracks when he witnessed something horrible which leaves a deep scar in his mind and soul. He stood dead in tracks before letting out a terrifying high pitched scream. He feels dizzy, his legs are failing him becoming like jelly and his vision is getting blurry making him panic even more than he already is.

"I'm s-sorry I-I was born. I c-couldn't save you both. I'm sorry. I'm so-sorry I'm gay. I'm sorry I'm your s-son. I'm sorry I l-loved you with my h-heart." Taehyung blabbed unable to breathe.

A panic attack. And it's Yoongi's nightmare.

"Tae? Baby. Shh. Hyung is here. Calm down. Deep breathe. I love you right? You are the best right? Breathe in. Breathe out." Yoongi's heart clenched seeing the younger this way.

He may witness his panic attacks rarely but when he sees, it's like his life crashes. He knew what Taehyung went through, he knows the reason because he was there too. He seeped through the window watching the September thunderstorms.

Yoongi fled the place Daegu his hometown more like 'hell town' to Busan. He first planned to go Seoul but first he needed money, not his father's. So he planned to visit his friend without informing his friend. Actually it was a fast escape from his home. He still don't know how he got the balls to run away from his responsibilities. He always had but for the sake of his mother he controlled his real self. But after seeing his mother give up him saying that he should follow his father's path he decided to flee. But does he give a shit? Hell no. He just scribbled a 'Don't search for me fucktards and give my position to that brainless minion of yours' in his room before he left. Does he regret? Hell no. His thoughts were stopped midway when a high pitch screech was heard. He quickly jogged from the shelter protecting him from the thunderstorms toward the scream.

"What the-" he couldn't open his mouth, the scene he witnessed is cruel.

He ran toward the boy who was falling as he slips unconscious. He hurriedly pockets out his phone with shaking hands to call 911. He should have thrown his phone once he left but he can communicate his friend only through this.

"H-hello? Ambulance? A t-thunder striked a small girl a-and a-nd a lady. Please hurry-" he swallowed a lump in his throat looked over his shoulder and continued, "-also an unconscious boy." He adjusts the boy onto his shoulders and begin to walk toward a shelter.

"Unfair. Unfair. Everything is fucking unfair." Yoongi screamed towards the sky silently mourning over the kid and the lady lying over the road lifeless blood sweeping through their entire system.

He turned quickly unable to watch the dead people. He looked down at the boy and saw his innocent features. His blonde locks falling over his forehead, his cute mole on his cute small nose and his beautiful eyelids slightly red and swollen.

"Beautiful." he may be straight but the guy below him is an exception.

He never saw someone as beautiful as him. He is totally drenched in rain and yet he is so beautiful.

"It may be his family." he murmured tightening his grip against the boy feeling the urge to protect him.

Yoongi was brought back to his senses when he heard snores common out of Taehyung's pouting mouth. He chuckled at it and laid him back on the bed from his tight grip and checked the clock. 3:58 PM. He sighed getting out of the bed and went straight to the kitchen. He made himself a sugar-free coffee which Taehyung disguises with his whole heart. It was like his energy booster. It gives him patience from breaking the necks of the shitty producers who grabs his talent also the two dumpsters who keeps provoking his patience.

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