Broken Pieces : Yoonmin

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Yoongi

It was 5 in the evening when I returned to the dark place I call my home. I was surprised when I saw the lights in the living room on, clearly indicating someone present inside my apartment. It was on the third floor and it didn't take a second to recognize the dark shadow standing beside the glass walls of the balcony.

My breath hitched and i regained my cold and rude attitude as soon as I clicked open the door. My insides were churning with fear when stepping inside the expensive apartment my mom rented for me.

There she stood like a gorgeous lady, pale skin and dark black hair falling on her shoulder effortlessly. Her petite figure failed to hide the dangerous aura her face showed. The stern expression made my chest go cold yet I tried not to show my emotions in front of her. She was none other than my mom.

"Why are you late?"

Her tone was strict and monotonous as she questioned me in her honey voice. As I expected. Ever since I was young, I grew accustomed with loneliness. My mom never showed me love, always teaching me about morals and ethics, responsibilities. A part of me kinda had to grow up because most of the time I had to remain by myself at home. My mom didn't have the money to keep a babysitter.

I was eleven when my mom quit all the hectic jobs she was working and opened her own fashion line. "Min's Fantasy" flourished in a very short time and she came to be known worldwide- leaving me alone almost every night cause she had to stay in office and work for the new clients. She's a very talented designer with high demands from every corners of the world.

It was my secret. No one knew me being the son of Min Shizoon apart from Kim Taehyng. We lived in the same neighborhood anyway. I preferred to keep it low in profile. I was already popular in university despite my unwillingness and I didn't want to trigger it by revealing I was the son of the most wanted designer not only in Seoul, but also the whole freaking world.

I never got love from my family. And by family, I only mean my mom but a part of me understands her reasons. She was left alone pregnant by her very own man, a pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. She had to manage everything by herself cause her family threw her out for being pregnant at a very young age of sixteen. She worked night shifts in convenient stores, as a waitress at many cafes and that's how she brought money enough to feed me.

The rude boss in the bakery where she worked at pulled the last string of her patience and she quit everything. I was happy thinking I would get more time to spend with my mom finally. But I was terribly proved wrong when she immersed herself with laptops and piles of materials needed to make clothes. I was eleven that time when I came to know about her dreams and life. I supported her with a smile on my face even when i was dying to see her overworking herself and not hug me even once in a week. I seemed pathetic.

My joy knew bounds when her company started to grow. Only if I knew it would increase our distance more than it was now. I hated being in a large house alone with no one to talk to. My mom did sense me and hired some house maids but that passed me off even more cause they would always try to take advantage of me. I hated them.

Eventually I made a decision of moving out once I was sixteen. It was tough but a lot better than the dark pit hole I called life. I did have some money from the part times I worked secretly but it was soon discovered by mom. She did volunteer to rent me an expensive apartment which honestly I didn't want, but it came with a price. I had to give up on my dreams of becoming the next CEO of Min's Fantasy and marry the girl my mom chose.

I was never the type to believe in love or be a man and settle a family, but after the choice was taken away from me, I did realize that maybe I wouldn't be so sad if I got someone to love with my everything.