"Jimin, you look depressed. It's been two months, get over him." Taehyung told me as he patted me on the back at work.

I sighed, "Right... But that's not the only problem. You know how my life is. And I have to meet up with Jihyun and my parents tonight."

"That sucks." Jungkook spoke up.

"Yeah it does." Hoseok laughed.

I rolled my eyes. That hoe needs to leave before one of my "friends" influence me to punch him.

I know I was depressed. I missed Yoongi a lot after remembering all the times I had with him, then meeting him again.

Later that night, I met my brother and parents at a cafe.

"Are you making good money?" My mother asked.

I shrugged, "Decent money."

My father slapped me, "That's not enough!"

I just held my cheek, "Sorry."

"Now what about you, Jihyun?" Eomma asked my brother.

"U-uh... I work at a computer company. I make pretty good money." He nodded.

I knew that wasn't real. I am close with my brother. He worked at a Korean beef restaurant and got pretty much as money as I do. But I didn't say anything since I didn't want him to get hurt.

After we talking, my parents made me go to an alley way with them. Jihyun went straight home, though.

I stood there with my back against the wall. "Now Jimin. We need you to get an appropriate job. Don't you agree?" Appa said.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I making decent money for my house and to get myself food and clothes and some stuff I want."

"But we need you to make more money." Eomma stated.

"Why? So you can take it all?" I asked.

Which caused me a hard hit on my arm.

I flinched but still glared at my so called parents.

"You listen up! You do and you are told! Quit that job and get a better one!" My father screamed as I got another hard hit on my other arm.

I could feel the tears roll down my cheek from the pain, but I didn't make any noise. They continued to hit me like they wanted to.

That's when I felt a hand grasp my arm and drag me away while running.

Finally that person and I got into a safe area and I looked at him. Yoongi.

"Y-Yoongi?" I stuttered, "Aren't you in America?"

"I decided to come back. The program was pretty hard." Yoongi smiled.

My lips turned into a large smile as I hugged him tightly, "I've missed you!"

He hugged me back. "Same."

"So should we go somewhere?" I asked.

"How about we go take you home and get your bruised cleaned up, it must hurt." Yoongi suggested.

I nodded, "Alright"

So we went to my house. Yoongi helped me clean up my wounds.

"Hyung..." I spoke up.

"Yeah?" He looked at me.

"Are you real?" I asked, remembering I had schizophrenia which never really happened when I was imagining.

Yoongi chuckled, "Silly, why wouldn't I be? I'm 100% real. And I've come back from America."

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