The cat next door, Temple

8. The cat next to me: Min Yoongi

Please be aware that there is a scene involving Shanghai.

05:31 AM

ah

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It was late

I was out of breath.

My neck felt like it was going to be choked and twisted.

I grabbed the cold doorknob and turned it.

The creaking sound of an old door echoed in the quiet living room.

양아버지

yunki min.

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N, yes...

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Sit down

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Hey, can't you just look at it once...?

An eerie silence flowed.

I knelt down, gritting my teeth in silence.

양아버지

How many minutes late are you?

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1 minute...

양아버지

How many seconds?

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60 seconds...

양아버지

60 times, do it alone

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...yes

I came back to my room.

A sigh escaped me.

I could feel my breathing trembling and tears falling.

I held the knife with trembling hands.

I felt the cold weather touch my wrist.

The tears wouldn't stop and my hands were shaking.

This is the first time I've been late.

I hoped this would never happen again, so I did it even more.

The pointed tip was aligned with the skin.

I closed my eyes tightly as the thin skin passed through the knife.

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Ugh... ugh...

Drawn.

Red blood ran down his arms and hands and dripped onto the worn wooden floor.

There was no time to be in pain.

I put the knife again just below the torn wound.

59 times like this

It was disgusting.

I felt nauseous.

I wanted to run away.

I hated this kind of house.

I hated this kind of family.

I hated myself like this.

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...

I put down the knife that was touching my skin.

I took a bandage out of the drawer and tried to stop the bleeding wound.

I opened the window.

A slightly cool breeze brushed my skin.

The wounds were painful, but I pulled myself together.

So I jumped over the wall and ran away.

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I ran barefoot on the cold road.

The feet were covered in bruises, the bandages had come off and the wounds had long since burst open.