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"Okay class! Now choose a partner according to your choice! I will give you the project after that!" yoongi heard his teacher announced and the class filled with murmuring sounds, making him sigh defeatedly.

He really hate this group project concept, he always ended up alone because Noone in class really wanted to be in a team with him, even if the number of student in his class was even.

He removed his glasses and kept his head down on the desk, closing his eyes, preparing himself for upcoming insults. He had no other option other than enduring all those comments without any word.

Not just because he hated arguing but also because he hated himself.

Yoongi's pov-

"okay. Are you all done?let's make list" the teacher instructed and one by one every student got their group registered other than me who was looking at everyone with hopeful eyes, even though I knew it was of no use.

"are we done? Is it all? Anyone left??!" Mr. Sung shouted and I slowly raised my hand. Oh, its nothing big, I am used to this because this is my regular job now

. "oh. Its just two of you? Why don't both of you get into same group?" Mr. Sung said and my head snapped to the person who he was talking to. It was someone I don't even know but to be honest I don't know any of my classmates.

I was looking at him with pleading eyes, begging him to not repeat the history and to get in the same group as me because its too much for me to do two people's work.

"what the fuck! Why would I get in the same team as 'him' ?" he shouted pointing at me, his eyes were filled with hatred and his nose scrunched in disgust. Well, I am not surprised.

I would have behaved the same if I were him and I have no complaints about it but still i have no idea why it always hurt to be rejected, even though I have been rejected since seven years after jungkook left.

Or I can say, the only person who didn't reject me was kookie, I still wonder why and how. His name, this is the only thing it takes to make my brain fill with his memories, his smiles, him.

Its like I went to a new and different world where there was Noone other than me and my kookie. Its been seven years but his memories are still fresh in my head, as if these happened yesterday.

"why? What's the problem?" Mr. Sung asked and I felt like crying. No, not again. I really don't understand why he have to ask this question everytime, even though he have listened to their answers many times,he still loves to make them speak those bad things about me.

I held my head low and shut my eyes tightly, trying my best to block any sound. "why? Sir, he is bad! He is 'gay' and my father told me to stay away from him. Otherwise, he will make me gay too and I don't want that. So, please give me any other partner or else I will get into my friend's group. We will be three in a group" the boy's words fell in my ears and all my efforts to not listen to him were left unused .

And I could literally feel all the eyes shooting daggers in my head, even though my head was still held low.

"Do whatever you want. Yoongi are you okay with doing your project alone?" the teacher asked keeping his hand on my shoulder and I just nodded before he continued with his work.

Why? Why do he treat me so well? Why do he have to ask if I am okay with it or not? No, I don't deserve this. I don't deserve anyone's love, the only thing people should treat me with is hate because I am a fag.

Yes, I didn't chose to be like this but still I am sure, I might be responsible for it too. Otherwise, why would people hate me so much, their hate can't be baseless, can it? All names they call me with, all the abuses carved beautifully on my desk, all the hateful glances, people who tell their children to stay away from me, the society which divided me and my mom from them, the embarrassment my mother has to face because of me, my mom's tears, all of them can't be without any reason. And the reason is me. I am responsible for everything.