FAMILY FEELS (BTS; contains spanking)

Chapter 14

Father: Min Yoongi
Mother: Min Sunyoung
Kids: Junghoon(13), Jihoon(15)

*Junghoon's POV*

"JUNGHOON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? COME HERE!!", somebody from the team shouted out to me from the volleyball court. I didn't even bother registering the voice or face of the person, my mind preoccupied with my own problem as I sat on the stands blankly staring at the field.

"Yah! Junghoon! You ok?", it was Yong this time so I looked at him and nodded stiffly. He didn't look convinced at all nor did I put any effort to make it convincing. He knows when to leave me alone.

"Junghoon-ah! You should come here, we are losing!", I payed attention to who was speaking this time- Ziggy hyung, an year senior. Yet, I only felt annoyed by the repititive calls when I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts.

Or maybe it's just my mood.

"Then you all should do a better job there!", I snapped before I could think about it and control myself, "I am having a headache hyung and my leg hurts", I whined, trying to make up to him with some cuteness and lie. His tense expression relaxed at that indicating that it worked. Yong diverted his attention back to the game then before he could chew my ear off anymore.

Thank God someone gets when to leave people alone. Yong is lucky, he doesn't need to worry about a failed test.

I sighed thinking back to the test paper crumpled between my books when I had stuffed it angrily in my bag.

Why can't anything go by the plan just when I need it to?

I mentally groaned face-palming and ruffling my hair in frustration.

Aaaahhh whatever. Fuck it. I'll think about it later.

"Yah! I am playing too!", I called out as I rolled up my shirt sleeves and went to the ground, quickly taking my position in the centre after repositioning and directing the team.

/*Some time later*/

"What's wrong?", Yong asked as he pulled his t-shirt over his head in the locker room while I sat idly on a bench in front of him.

"Nothing"

"You look like you just got divorced, lost your job, your rent is due and lost custody of your kids- all within 2 hours."

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck off".

"Very creative. Now spill", he probed further and I sighed.

"The grades dude, what else", I grumbled.

"Look it was ok until it was my usual B zone but like this one's a D now! And tbh I have got a C a couple of times, it wouldn't have been a big deal at my home. The thing is a few days earlier we were talking something and hyung started teasing me about my grades and mom-dad didn't side with me either so I was getting pissed off so I thought I'll get an A on this one and show them but then BAAM! It's a D!"

Yong chuckled, "it sounded like somebody expected a girl but BAAM! It's a D!"

I grinned back and whined a half hearted 'shut up' to him.

"Why are you changing when we have to just go home after this?", I asked and stood up, urging him to hurry up.

"Who said I am going home? I-OW", He yelped as he nearly toppled face-first on the floor while putting his shoes before I grabbed his arm to steady him.

"Thanks. So as I was saying am going straight to the dance practice after this. It looks better and I'll-change there anyway-", he said grabbing onto my shoulder with one hand and struggling to put on his shoe with the other.