YOUR POV        Disgust was what I was feeling in that moment. Pitiful was what I was in other people's eyes. Broken was what I in reality was. Perhaps dying would have been simpler. I wouldn't have been a burden to anyone and I would have spared myself from all the pain.  I glanced down at Taemin's head feeling sorry towards him. If my body hadn't been so weak he wouldn't have had to piggy back me all the way to the place he had called 'home'. I wondered if everyone would have been so keen in warmly welcoming a stranger or if it was only that specific group of friends. Or was it because I was so pitiful in their eyes?    "You know you can lean on me if you're tired. It benefits the both of us since it's simpler for me to carry you." Taemin informed noticing that I was becoming stiff from practically sitting upright for so long. I thought about it for a moment. It was strange to be so close with Naeun's boyfriend and it didn't feel right, yet I didn't want to be a burden, which I probably already was, and so I reluctantly held onto his shoulders and leaned on his back, almost sighing in relief as my muscles relaxed.    "Why are you all being so kind towards me?" I couldn't help but ask. It just raised my curiosity.  As a response to my question I heard Taemin chuckling underneath me. I rose a brow, had it been a funny question?    "I'm sorry I was just thinking..." He apologized realizing how crazy he had seemed in that moment. "Well, how can I explain this to you...we kind of took after Key hyung. There still are two hyungs you haven't met yet, but basically in that house we are five--well now six. The fact is that you may think we are some mommy's boys coming from well off families, but that's not it, except for Key who's actually kind of rich. All of us either were beggars wandering in the streets or were coming from broken families, and Key's family was no exception. He ran away from his family and built up a successful business with his own ability, bought himself a house and made his name clear to the public. Despite having grown up in the fanciness and luxury, he was a kind man and helped a lot of people...including us." He said as a new sense of respect towards Key grew in me. He was like the man in the tails that what-once-was-my-mother told me about when I still was a happy-go-lucky little girl. I nodded to myself, finally understanding the reason why they had so easily befriended and welcomed a stranger, but I knew that they somehow pitied me. Heck, I would have pitied myself as well! But I decided not to voice out my thoughts, not wanting to seem more ungrateful than I probably already seemed.  I suddenly noticed Taemin starting to pant a little, although I could sense he was trying to hide it.    "You can let me down, I can manage to walk..." I informed despite knowing fully well that my swollen and bruised legs couldn't work as I wanted.  "It's okay, you're not heavy and I know you can't walk at all. I've seen how you've tried to hide it earlier..." He trailed off, though he sounded kind of worn out. I sighed rolling my eyes at his statement.    "I know I'm not as light as a feather you know? Just let me down. There aren't any taxis around and we still have to walk at least five minutes, do you really think you can manage? I don't think so. Let me down, I'm okay, really!" He heaved a sigh and slowly knelt down. I tried not to smile in accomplishment and jumped off, holding back the painful groan that almost left my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lower lip while bearing the pain shooting through my body. Was it alright for me to despise my father in that moment? Was it alright for me to despise all my family? Was it alright for me to hate my life? To hate myself?    "Come here, at least let me help you" Taemin called, but despite his sentence he didn't do anything, afraid of scaring me if he had suddenly touched me. Thus I reluctantly gripped onto his hand as he securely wrapped his arm around my waist, helping me to stable myself.      ---------     By the time we reached their house I was panting and sweating while bearing the undeniable pain. I could feel blood pulsing everywhere and it was like my body had become an accumulation of agony. In addition Taemin was tired as well and other than suffering my own pain I was feeling extremely sorry towards him.  When he noticed my apologetic look he smiled reassuringly at me as he opened the door to their apartment.  I hadn't even the time to blink my eyes when four figures crowded around us, somehow making me feel unsafe and scared. Too much attention, too many eyes staring down at me. They reminded me of what had happened earlier and made me shiver in fear. I couldn't help it even though I knew they wouldn't have done anything to hurt me, they were guys and I didn't even know all of them. I automatically stepped back, hiding behind Taemin.  My action made them frown while Key approached us, raising his hand. At that I couldn't stop myself from shutting my eyes and bringing my arms around my torso to protect myself. It was an automatic reaction, there wasn't actually a reason why I had reacted like that.    "What's wrong?" Asked Key, noting my odd behavior. He glanced at Taemin searching for answers but then his stare landed back on me, his eyes enlarging in almost disbelief.    "Is that blood I see?!?!" He shrieked pointing an accusing finger at my temple. My brows furrowed as I thought about what he was referring to. I didn't remember having blood running down my temple. I brought my hand against the spot he was pointing at and instantly let out a slight groan. What the heck, it hurt!  How the hell did I get that--   "How the hell did you get that cut?!?!" Exactly. I looked absently at Key, who by the way seemed more agitated than I was. He glared at the not-talking me. He knew I probably had the answer to his question, and I did. Despite shivering at the memories flashing once again in my mind, I knew who had been the culprit and how the culprit had hurt me. I just didn't want to say with my own mouth that it had been my father, it didn't matter if everyone knew already, I wasn't going to blame him with my own voice.    "This is exactly why we didn't want you to go back. I don't care if you were going to come back, you shouldn't have gone, period. Look at what he did to you, is this how a father should treat his daughter? Your shirt is ripped, isn't it? That's why you're wearing Taemin's jacket. Is this how a family behaves? Is a father supposed t