WHY CAN'T YOU CLEAN LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO?!?!"

A hand abruptly slapped your face, leaving a smacking noise bounce off the walls. You lightly touched your cheek with your hand, feeling the heat and sting radiate off. You kneeled to the ground and hung your head down low, feeling the tense atmosphere surround you. Looking back up, you squinted at your grandmother who was glaring at you deeply. 

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"It's alright. I'm here." he said wrapping a arm around your shoulders, trying to comfort you. The fact that you two had just met surprised you. He was even caring enough to comfort and listen to you. You slowly leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. After a few minutes you started to calm down and breathed normally, sniffling a few times. 

"Hey, I never got your name." he said. 

You looked up at him and smiled softly. 

"(Y/N)." 

He suddenly held out his hand; "Yongguk. Bang Yongguk." 

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A/N: I decided this is a more special one-shot than my other ones. So I'm posting this seperate from my collection of one-shots. Enjoy~!

Viewer discretion: This contains slight abuse and depression. I'm not marking this mature, but it's just warning before you read.