Break in | Bangchan Fanfic

6.

You walked through the gates of your house alone, abit tipsy from the drink you had at the bar earlier. The time was 1 or 2 am at night, and you weren't sure if it had already been about 2-3 hours since you had left Bangchan alone at the beach.

You had seen his cold eyes after you confessed your 'sins', making you scoff. The man still, had the basic manners though, since he had asked you to get in the car so that he could drive you to your house, which you had politely rejected. He had insisted that it was his responsibility, considering since he had promised your parents. You had later on somehow convinced him to let you go alone, since you were planning on crashing on one of your friend's place.

Only if he had known you never had a single friend in the first place.

You searched your pockets for the key but then, remembered the real reason why you had to waste your time to sleep it off, to be with the stupid idol who thinks the world is all stars and lights. You were about to knock on the door, when suddenly the door creaked open itself. You raised an eyebrow, as realisation dawned you making your eyes roll.

They sure were hoping for that idol to crash the night at your place?

You just shook your head, and walked in the house. It was dark, with all the lights off, making you want to just crash on your bed.  You felt really tired. You were just about to remove your shoes, when the lights suddenly were turned on, making you face A set of angry faces glaring down at you.

Your mother stormed infront of you and a slap landed on your cheek, making your head snap to the side. Your eyes were still cold, when you raised you hand, touching your cheeks, before poking your cheeks to ignore the sting and your eyes stared at the teary ones of your mother, that were filled with anger.

A small breathy mocking chuckle left your lips, but the voice was icy as you stared at your mother, when you raised eyebrow. "What happened mother, the Idol boy sang you a complaint?"

Your voice filled with a dark laughter, but there wasn't a single humour. Your eyes were filled with tire, and you just turned around. You didn't take anymore of their bullshit, back then you did, but not anymore. You were tired, and if they didn't have the decency to let an already exhausted person have some rest, what saint were you to let them have thier pathetic ways every single time?

Suddenly you were grabbed by your hair, and pulled back, making you gasp, as your back landed on the door, aching when your mother grabbed your collar, eyes flaring as she snarled at you, "Don't you dare raise that little voice of yours on me!" There wasn't a single strand of fear in your eyes, as you heard your sister Ara gasp, and your brother Jaeyun curl his hands in fist. They were silent, but you could almost see the sympathy in their eyes.

"Why would you insult Bangchan like that, Huh?!" Mrs. Kim jerked you by your collar, and you just looked at her in silence, hoping she would finish the tantrum and let you go back to sleep. She gritted her teeths, and stared at you with fury, as she spat, "Why are you even my daughter Kim Y/n?!" Her eyes held pain and anger, whilst your eyes were as cold and calm as if an iceberg.

Your mother's tears fell, whilst she glared at you shoving you hard, "Why? why do you hurt me like this?! If you don't want me then leave, leave, but don't kill me everyday with those cold eyes!" She was sobbing, as she she shoved you out of the house door, making you fall. You winced, and you knew your palm had the scratch from the stones lying down. Your mother was crying hard, as she hugged your sister, who was teary eyed.

Your mother sobbed, "L-leave me alone please! Don't hurt me like this....Y/n-ah..." She gasped for breath in between of her tears as she stared at you with anger and hurt all over her. You rolled your eyes, and were about to get back in the house, when you found your little brother stand infront of the door. He had his jaw clenched, His eyes reflecting pain and resentment, as he grabbed you hand in a tight grip. Your wrist screamed in pain, but your eyes were blank and trained at his face.