Mr Arrogant || kth. » book 1

Chapter 12

** TRIGGER WARNING ; self harming scene, please do not read if you're sensitive to such scenes.

I came back from school and I face the same scene at home, yet again. My parents were bickering.

"...I have been at work, working my butt off and you're there flirting with another woman?!" My mom yelled at my dad.

"I'm not having an affair I told you already! Why won't you believe me?! Stop picking a fight with me before I go find another woman for real!" My dad shouted back.

"THEN WHO'S THAT WOMAN YOU WERE WITH?!"
"SHE'S MY CLIENT! HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU?!" My dad shouted back until his face was red and his neck veins were popping out.

My parents didn't even notice me entering the house. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. I just wish they'd stop arguing with each other. When I was a child, we were united as a family. I don't know what happened, distance made the heart fonder. They worked too often and once they're home, they let out their anger at each other when they get stress, even when we eat dinner together.

I was getting sick and tired of everything. I sat on my bed, feeling hopeless about my parents.

"I WANT A DIVORCE!" I heard my mom shouted from the living room.

Tears started forming in my eyes and then rolling down my cheeks. It's the same situation everyday, but why cant I get used to this and then cry every single night.

I closed my ears and tried to ignore the cruel world, but I could still hear my mom's shouting. My tears couldn't stop falling. I wish my grandmother's still taking care of me. I miss her.

I sighed and opened my drawer by my bed. I grabbed the pen knife.

It's been long. This habit might come back.

I brought the blade to my wrist and pressed it against my skin. Blood started oozing out of the cuts.

One cut... two cuts... three...

My tears kept falling, the pain gets numb with every cut. Soon, it got addictive.

***
The next day, I'm alone, again, during break because Mina's with the three boys - Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. I sighed. Have she got no heart or a little sense of pity for me?

I finished my food early and had nothing to do. Then I decided to wander around the school.

I went up to the third level, where I felt lonelier, there was literally no one there. I walked past the art room and to the piano.

/flashback/

"Hyejin-ah, I'll teach you to play my favourite piece on the piano. When I was young and in love, your grandfather played it for me. From then onwards, I fell in love for him," my grandmother told me the story when I was still a little kid, about 7 years old. I giggled when she told me the story.

She played it meticulously and beautifully, the first time I heard it I was close to tears despite my young age. My grandfather composed it, for my grandmother. Love was sent through the melody of the music. It was perfect.

/end of flashback/

Unfortunately, my grandfather died when I was born. I never got to see him, or feel his love. I only knew, he's a gentleman, a man with great manners towards a woman. So unlike Taehyung, or my dad.

I put my fingers on the keys and started to play it. I mastered this piece of music since at the age of 7, but still can't play as well as my grandmother.

Actually, it's the same piece of music I played the other time for Taehyung when we skipped Science lesson. I doubt he treasured my talent of playing such a beautiful melody on the piano.