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Family gathering

Here I am, In the place I hated most. Namjoon's office.

If there's anyone who is affected most by Jin's death it was Taehyung. Taehyung tried to get close with Jin but he'd get pushed away countless times. Taehyung of course wouldn't give up. He refused to.

we all sat in silence, but the slight sound of crying would echo throughout the room.

God I hated this.

I hated the circumstances itself. I'm sure we all do, I don't know a person who wouldn't. I couldn't help but think about how our aunt was getting a kick out of this. I wasn't aware she'd be here. Or any other family members for that matter. I thought it would be the seven of us like Namjoon had previously said. But I guess not.

Our aunt Sakimora hated Jin. I was never sure why, eventually I learned why. Aunt Sakimora dreamt of having children. Sadly she wasn't able to, and once she found out our mother was having Jin she threatened our mother to give up Jin to her. Our mother declined her and she now always remembers Jin as bad luck of some kind.

Jin loved aunt Sakimora a lot though. He really did.

I really wanted to give that woman a peace of her own medicine, she deserved it. She kept spewing bullshit out of her mouth about Jin. Her gums were flapping by this point.

"Can you shut up?" I blurted.

Aunt Sakimora turned to look at me, "Where did this attitude come from boy?" she said wide eyed.

"You continue to belittle Jin even while he's dead. Grow up."

"Excuse me? Jin was nothing but trouble! He did nothing good for this family or me!" She shot back, god I'm through with this. "He doesn't owe you shit. get over yourself, you're just upset my mother wouldn't hand Jin off to you."

I could tell what I said ticked her off, only because it was true. But she never wants to admit to anything.

"Yoongi! How dare you disrespect me? I'm your Aunt! That's not true either, I knew Jin would be trouble."

"No you didn't, you just wanted a child. since you were so eager to have one you should've just adopted. Plain simple. But you like to make things way harder than it is. I don't consider you my aunt, you're a shitty person. a person who acts like a victim of every situation. A person so self-centered. A person who wants anything and everything! A person who thinks everyone owes them something! A person-"

I suddenly stop, I realize I had gone off more than I thought. Aunt Sakimora stared at me, emotionless. She obviously didn't think I'd go that far with it. I usually wouldn't stand up to her like that.

All my relatives were staring at me. Did I really go too far?

My breathing is shaky.

"Who are you?" My uncle asked. for some reason his question made me more upset, "God If I fucking know." I yell. I can't take it here, I need some air. I get up and jolt towards the door, running as fast as possible without slipping or anything. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. I feel like the world is ending.

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"What has gotten into that boy?" Aunt Sakimora yelled.

"But you know he's right Sakimora."

"Namjoon? I thought you were better than this! How dare you call me by my name." she grits her teeth at me, though all Yoongi said was indeed true. I guess he reached his limit to how much he could take. So I'll finish it for him.

"How could anyone say proudly that you're their aunt? I wouldn't." I laugh as I spoke.

Sakimora bites her lip.

It was time she felt all the pain she inflicted.

"You are no better than my father."
She instantly clenches her jaw, she knew exactly what kind of monster I was comparing her to.

The worst kind of monster.

"You.. you..-" she says stumbling her words. Trying to at least say something to defend herself.

"What? Cat got your tongue? What happened to all your pride? Has it shattered to pieces?" I ask. I glare at her as she sits there quietly. Just staring back at me.

"I think that's enough Namjoon.." my uncle says.

"Oh but it isn't. Don't you realize she's horrible to this world?" I spoke while walking towards my desk. Tapping the top of my desk, "she's quite useless, just like my father-"

"No I am not! I'm nothing like him!" she screams while cutting me off.

She throws something to the floor, glass breaks. Taehyung cries harder than before.
This pressure is too much for my brothers. I could tell.

Suddenly someone walks through the door.

"Am I late to the party?"