୨୧ : 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 :┊taegyu

♡ 15 ♡ || ☆ The Plan ☆

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Taehyun rolled onto his back, pulling his blanket over his head. He let out an annoyed groan, removing the covers from his face as he stared irritatingly at the ceiling. He was unsure how long he had been locked in his own home for, it could have been days or weeks, although considering his boredom it felt more like months that he had been trapped inside the walls of his own room. His mother had revoked almost every piece of technology from him—his phone, laptop, and anything else she could get her hands on. He had little to nothing that could distract him from worrying, especially since counting and recounting the scratches on the wall could only entertain him for so long. Tossing his blanket off completely, he stood up from his bed, making his way to the window.

As he stared out into the neighborhood, he heard his bedroom door creak open. Turning around, he made eye contact with his mother, but then quickly returned his gaze back to the scenery outside. He was unbelievably angry at her, he didn't even want to look at her, even less did he want to have a conversation with her. Taehyun then heard her take a few steps forward, stopping just a few feet behind him as she tried to reconcile with her son.

"Taehyun, are you still upset with me?" She seemed quite hesitant, now realizing how much impact Beomgyu had on him.

Taehyun only let out a sigh, signalling that he was in no mood to talk. Although the gesture didn't stop his mother from continuing, "I am very sorry that I had to do this, but it's truly for your own good."

"Yeah, because isolating me from society is such a brilliant idea," he sarcastically replied, crossing his arms. He no longer cared how his words would affect his mom, even if she got mad at him he was already grounded and locked up, so there wasn't much else she could do.

Instead of exploding with anger as she usually would, she only answered with, "well, I am leaving on a business trip again later today, so you won't have to deal with me, since apparently I bother you that much."

"Does this mean I can leave the house?" He turned around to face her, quite hopeful that she would release him from his imprisonment.

"Yes, but only to go to school. I will put a tracking and listening device on your phone so there will be no way for you to see or even text that boy without me knowing," she smirked, feeling quite proud of her abilities to control her son's every move.

"That's so unfair! You can't just, ughh—" he pinched his nose, exhaling to cut himself off. He didn't want to infuriate her even more, as she might add more security if things got out of hand, "fine, whatever, but can I at least have people come over? Y'know, like Huening Kai or something?"

"I won't allow that, there's too much risk," she answered, "don't even attempt it, there are security cameras by the front door, so I will know if anyone enters or exits."

Before Taehyun had a chance to reply, a phone began ringing from the kitchen. With a final glance, his mother exited the room, leaving Taehyun alone with all of the new information he had just been given. Even just imagining his mother stalking his every move was unsettling, he would have no privacy at all. He would have to take his phone with him everywhere, since she would obviously get suspicious if his phone stayed at home during school hours. Although he knew his mother was upset, he never thought she would go as far as placing cameras and tracking devices in his house and phone.

Flopping back onto his bed, he could only groan in irritation as he realized that there was no way he could get out of his mother's stalker-ish security tactics. It felt like the entire universe was laughing at his misfortune, leaving Taehyun as its exceptionally pitiful punchline.

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"Okay, you all know the plan, right?" Beomgyu asked, zipping up a small backpack before casually slinging it across his shoulder.