Am I yours? |taekook

Chapter 41

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Taehyung was standing outside the room his mother was resting in, and Jin was there too.

"You can leave" he said to him and Jin nodded getting up to leave,

"Jin"

"Yes Mr. Kim?"

"Why do you come here when you know she'll never accept you as a son-in-law, If she ever get to know"

"I'm not here to get anything in return. I never had a parent so coming here gives my heart a little warmth" he simply replied.

"But she's not like other motherly figures" he stated, slightly angry because a woman like her did not deserve the pure love Jin had for someone who was a parent.

"She is still a mother Mr. Kim. She might have never shown affection but she's still a human who gave birth. And it changes people" Jin replied making Taehyung frown.

"No! She is not!" He argued, his voice slightly higher,

"She is just a greedy person who can never love someone! She can never be a mother or anything to anyone!"

"You never heard her side of the story, maybe she had her own reasons" Jin suggested and older just grunted.

"I don't even want to know" he looked pretty annoyed and Jin took a little courage to say,

"Then why are you here Mr. Kim?" That made Taehyung's lips seal, sure he came here because Jungkook forced him to, but he had many other options, he could have gone home late and would have said he visited her.

But he came here because of his heart, even after everything he still cared for her, he still wanted that motherly love.

When he looked at Jungkook's love for his parents this morning, it tugged his heart. The relationship between parents and children isn't something you can break, ever.

The restlessness he has been feeling throughout the week was making him anxious and annoyed. So he was here for answers because he was dying to know if she ever cared?

When Jin left, Taehyung stayed there frozen for some time, looking at the door like a child again, waiting to see his mother after a whole year of school.

He spent most of his time away from home, and when he used to reunite with his family they would mostly be out of the town, with their personal lives, both his parents.

If he got lucky he would have a few dinners together during that times but again, it was rare and both of his parents were separated that didn't make it any easier, but his father used to visit them.

He still remembers how his mother used to get dressed up exceptionally for him, constantly demanding his father's attention who never cared.

Maybe they all are victims of his father's choices, him, his mother and even Namjoon.

He walked inside, looking at her sleeping figure, the blanket that was covering her was slightly off her body, so unconsciously his hand moved and he covered her up again to make her feel cosy.

Sitting down next to her on the stool, he looked at the room, it was covered in some soft coloured artwork, making it calming for his eyes.

"Mom"

"I'm here" he whispered meekly looking at her face, that had no make up on, rare sight but she was still as beautiful as she was before. But the wrinkles around her eyes were clear indication she was old, and tired.