009 | chapter 9

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Two weeks after Jimin's Billboard celebration, they all decided to go out for a movie night.

Hoseok had also been hanging out with the six since that day. He enjoyed their company, and they his. He was slowly starting to open up to them.

Taehyung put the belt through the loops of his blue jeans, buckling it, and slipped into a beige hoodie. He smoothed his raven hair in the mirror. He was about to leave to pick up Jungkook and Yoongi, it had sort of become a routine, when he got a call.

Taehyung froze as he saw the caller ID.

What...

It had been a year since the last call. When she had called to tell him that he had forgotten his luggage behind. What a stupid reason to call. Then why now?

Why did she remember him after so long?

She probably wants something...like always.

Taehyung's heart started beating faster as the seconds passed. The ringtone became louder, drowning him in the sound.

Though he cared for her...a little...he couldn't bring himself to forgive her. He hesitantly picked up the call.

"Hello...Mom"

"Taehyung! You must come home at once"

Home.

He only knew one home. His friends.

"Why?", he asked. He hadn't stepped foot in his parent's house since two years ago, when he had left them for good to live on his own.

"Your brother is home"

.........

Taehyung burst into his parent's house.

He froze as he saw his older brother.

Whom he never thinks of. Whom his parents loved the most. Who had just returned from overseas after 20 fucking years.

The brother stood up from the couch, shoving his hands in his brown suit pocket. His brown hair were perfectly jelled, his mouth in a smirk. He was moderately handsome, according to Taehyung.

"Weng...", Taehyung mumbled. "Hello, dear brother. You have grown a lot", Weng said, his voice capable of deceiving anyone. Taehyung snapped. "Why is he back? Wasn't he content over there?"

Slap.

He didn't even flinch as his mother glared at him.

The same mother for whom he cared. The mother who hit his son just for questioning. After all, he wasn't their ideal son. He was "the accident". The son inferior to their perfect one.

Kim Weng smirked. "Mom, don't be harsh on him. He's clearly in shock from seeing me. Give him time"

Give me time to kill and bury you.

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