I sat in my room for a while thinking about everything. He had kissed me. Had he meant to? I sat on my bed just thinking. Unlike the others I had an entire room to myself and it was nice at times. I could play my music as loud as I wanted and sing. I could relax like I was now. Nobody would bother me.

I also thought about his scars that I had found. I had no clue that he was going through this like that. I wanted to help him even more after I had found this out. He was my best friend and was always there for me. I had to do the same for him.

I heard my door open and saw Tae standing there.

"Hyung?"

"Sorry, I just wanted to talk."

 He came and sat next to me. It was awkward for a minute.

"I didn't really mean to kiss you." he said quietly.

I looked at him. He looked like a lost puppy that had just been hit for being in trouble. 

"Tae, you aren't in trouble."

He looked at me with his big shinging brown eyes. 

"I can tell a lot from how you look." I said quietly. 

He smirked. I immediately felt better. I grabbed his wrist and held it up so I could get a better look at it.

"Jungkook..." he whined 

"I just want to see." I said firmly. 

He let me hold his wrist and my fingers traced over each little slit.

"It's your father isn't it?" I asked.

He looked at me and nodded. 

"It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have stopped what happpened." I said an