03ㅣAddiction
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Since meeting Min Yoongi, my body hasn't been in good health. Some days, my clothes or body would be scorched by cigarette burns, some days, I'd be cut by a box cutter, and some days, I'd be soaked in milk or water, or my hair would be cut in strange ways.
Because of Min Yoongi, my life was completely ruined, and my body was ruined too. I took out the anger I couldn't release at school at home, and it was my parents who took it out on me.
I tried rebelling against Min Yoongi, skipping school, and even refusing to answer his calls—all to no avail. The more I rebelled, the more amused and intrigued Min Yoongi became, and the more the bullying intensified.
“My puppy, why doesn’t he rebel these days?”
“…”
“I miss the days of rebellion, they were fun.”
“Answer me, have you really been possessed by an asshole?”
"… sorry."
“You’re no fun anymore, because you don’t fight back.”
“Why don’t you try rebelling a little and slap me on the cheek like you used to?”
“You used to curse and hit me, but why are you so obedient these days?”
“You too, run away to another area?”
I wanted to run away, but I couldn't. My parents were here, so I could never go alone. But I wanted to escape this hell. It was like a hamster wheel, impossible to escape, no matter how much I wanted to escape. I couldn't escape this endless cycle.
“…Psycho.”
“Huh? What did you just say?”
“It’s nothing, sorry…”
“I said psycho, but it’s nothing.”
“But I’m a psychopath. The test results showed that I have 81% psychopathic tendencies.”
“…”
“Oh, you should try a cigarette too.”
“…Huh? Cigarettes…?”
“Yeah, you don’t like it?”
"… that is."
“You look like you really don’t like it. I told you to do it.”
“… No, I’ll write it.”
I had no choice but to take the cigarette Yoongi offered me, and he even lit it for me. For a moment, I was terrified of that tiny cigarette. I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled the smoke, which stung my throat beyond imagination and made me cough repeatedly.
“Oh my, I’m going to die.”
My face flushed red, as if it were about to burst, and Yoongi laughed hysterically at the sight. The first cigarette I smoked tasted horribly, beyond anything I could have imagined. It was a strange, painful taste that made me never want to smoke again, and I couldn't understand why I was smoking.
“I was like that at first too~ But now I’ve gotten used to it.”
“Ugh… why is it bleeding?”
“It’s because I’m addicted, you know.”
“…Is hitting and harassing people also an addiction?”
“That could be.”
“It’s creepy, I don’t even want to be in the same room.”
“Now, just looking at you makes me go crazy, I want to die.”
“Then die. If you want to die, then die.”
“…You won’t just let me die.”
“Isn’t that obvious? My toy is gone.”
“…”
“Out of all the bastards I’ve ever seen, you’re my favorite.”
“…Why on earth are you bothering me? Is it just for fun?”
“…”
“This is the first time I’ve seen you so speechless, Min Yoongi.”
“I guess it’s not just fun.”
“…What are you going to do about it?”
“I’ll take advantage of your weakness.”
“허어… 다시 당돌한 개새끼로 돌아왔네?”
“I want to get away from you, please.”
“What should I do? I have no intention of sending it.”
“…what will your parents think of you?”
“Don’t worry about it, parents don’t have anything like that.”
“…I guess something happened with your parents. You start getting upset as soon as you mention them.”
With those words, I plummeted to the floor, brutally beaten. But even then, I thought, I'm going to find Min Yoongi's weakness. I'm going to find Min Yoongi's weakness, and I'm going to break free from this cycle. I'm going to escape this hell.