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Cries and screams filled a large mansion. No one would hear anything as it wasn't close to the road. 

You'd think Beomgyu had the perfect life right? Rich parents, always spoilt and given whatever he wanted. Well... That's not the case. 

Beomgyu was never spoilt or given whatever he wanted. He was forced to stay home and study while other kids his age made friends, went to the beach or shopping. But Beomgyu's parents were that strict that if his grades were a little low, they would scream at him and he'd get punished. 

"Math isn't that fucking hard"!! His father shouted as Beomgyu laid on the ground, bruising forming all over his body. Tears streamed down his face and he wasn't able to do anything. Just stay and deal with the abuse. 

"What made your grade drop huh"? 

"I-I don't k-know"... Beomgyu whispered. His father slapped him hard across the cheek and Beomgyu tried his best to hold his tears back.

"That's not a fucking answer!! Go to your room"! Standing up, Beomgyu stumbled towards his room and locked himself in before falling against the door and cried. 

"W-why is my life so shit"... He whispered to himself. He had no friends, never had any fun. He was always locked up inside the house after school, on the weekends and even during the holidays just so he would study. And he did. He hated his father's abuse but he never had the courage to say anything to him. Even his mother had no courage to stand up to his father. 

Beomgyu heard a soft bang on his window and looked up before seeing a figure try to get in. He stood up and grabbed the closest thing near him and walked over to the window. The figure's face lower face was covered by a mask so Beomgyu couldn't see who it was. He got to the window and tapped on it, making the male freeze and look up at him. 

"W-who are you"? Beomgyu asked, opening the window slightly. The male had blonde hair and his gaze was almost cold but he didn't speak. He just slipped down from view.

"Hey wait"!! Beomgyu called but he was already gone. 

"He wasn't gonna hurt me, was he"? He whispered, closing his window again and headed to his bed.