Kai POV (Tuesday Week 5)

Without knocking on the door, I entered my father's office. "Dad, I've to ask you something", I announced. Father looked up by my sudden appearance. "Kim Jongin, you're not supposed to enter my office like this... But now you're here, you're getting problems!", father said. I closed the door behind me and stood in front of father's desk. I want to know why Krystal's sister came to school. Did something happen wich made her to have come to school? Is it because of me? I made a mistake. I want to know the fact. "Kim Jongin, from now on, you aren't admitted to the baseball trainings anymore. Like I told you, you get punished by what you do wrong" I gulped. So he knows, he already discovered, someone told him already. "Dad... I know my fault, I will receive the punishment, but could you anwser my following question?", I asked. Dad looked taken back by my acceptance wich made his expressions calm down. "What is it? Hurry, you're not supposed to be here and I have work to do.." Somehow Krystal's absence makes me worried. I rather want to know what Krystal is undergoing than protest about not being able play baseball. What could have happened, wich made her sister come to school? "Jung Soojung, that girl... Do you perhaps know why she hasn't been at school? There are some rumours going around... I just want to know...", I asked as I scratched the back of my head out of anticipation. "This is personal information Jongin, I can't share this with you just because  you're my son", dad stated simply. I felt a huge dissapointment. Dad didn't anwser me and I am not allowed to attend the baseball trainings anymore... Why am I so worried? If he won't let me know, I will have to find out by myself.

Seulgi POV

I looked in the mirror and covered my left cheek with my left hand. The spot is obvious and it hurts. I got house arrest after my stepfather slapped me on the cheek for walking away and dissapeared for a week. I looked down on the floor with the luggage Krystal lent me. I couldn't bother Krystal anymore, she helped me enough. There was no place I could go except home. Both my mother and stepfather confronted me once I got home. Mom was partly worried while she saw me getting scolded by my stepfather. She didn't stop him. It felt like she thought the same way as that horrible man. I don't even think she knows how I've been thinking about the fact I don't feel safe at home. Ofcourse I ran away after he was about to kill me with a glass. Ofcourse mom still shows affection, but it's reducing and I am losing