"W-what the hell a-are you even wearing?" He looks away swiftly, bringing his hand up to his mouth.
You look down to yourself, your white top which has got all transparent and the fact that you are not even wearing your pants. You let out a gasp br...
~~A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return or which never excited in the first place.~~
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Jungkook daggers at you as you walk in his house, you didn't expected him to stay at his parents today.
"Where in the world were you? It's literally 2am, and you left the house not even bother to lock it?!" He looks mad and concerned.
"Calm down will you" you placing the bag which has your wet clothes on the table. It seems like your best friend just returned from his parents house."I didn't go anywhere"
"Then where were y-wait is that fucking Yoongi hyung's clothes your wearing?!!" he barks, gawking at you.
Oh! Shoot!
"He gave it to me okay?" He better not think I stealed it or something "I was in his house" you assure so he could stop blaming you but it backfires when jungkook narrowly his eyes in disbelief.
"Why would you be at his h-" he stops himself, his mouth slowly opening wide "did you- DID YOU FUCKING SLEEP WITH HIM!?"
"WHAT??" Your eyes are almost out of your socket. "what the fuck are you saying? Why would I-and stop yelling the neighbors might start complaining" you flop on the couch.
"Then Why are you coming back from his house in the middle of the night wearing his clothes? Till yesterday you said he is an asshole and all and today you care about that 'neighbor?"
You narrow your eyes at his absurdity .
Such a drama queen.
"one day!" he actions with his index finger "one day I leave you alone, you go and l do this? He stops his rambling.
" I can do whatever I want, stop acting like my dad!" You let out sigh feeling annoyed. "Will you at-least listen to what happened?
He stares at you for a minute, then comes and sits beside you on the couch. "Spill"
You tell him everything happened in the last few hours and he seems quite dazed by all the information."you fucking jumped off from a balcony to another? looking at you in disbelief.
"Stop acting like you don't know I used to sneak out of my house from the second floor all the time"
Jungkook nods leisurely. "I didn't know Yoongi hyung's mother had passed away. I have known him for a couple of years now and he never talked about visiting his family or anything"
"What about his dad?" You ask in worry more than curiosity.
Jungkook shakes his head "I don't know"
You wish Jungkook a good night and lay on your bed, wondering about Yoongi's family, what happened to his mom and where is his dad, about the way he looked all tired and drained out when you found him in that tub, about how he touched your cheek, about his gummy smile that made your heart flutter.
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"I want a divorce!" She breaks it out at the dinning table in the middle of the lunch.
"We will talk about this later" your father hovers making your mom irked "you always say this, I am done!" She gets up from her seat briskly. You put your chopsticks down feeling alarmed.
Your dad breaths out "sit down"
you know where this is going. It's not happening for the first time, it's more like a daily thing now. It's just getting worse everyday.
"I will not wait till your elections are done. Don't involve me in your sick games" she huffs. You can feel the maids eyeing the whole thing. They always do, watching from far and whispering in each others ears.
"What do you want me do?" Your father clenches his jaw. "Can't you wait for a couple of months?"
"Stop being selfish Dae-Hyun, not everything is about your reputation and pride." Her hands on her hips, starring straight in your dad eyes who raises his eyebrow "I am selfish? You are not a saint yourself."
The voice becomes louder louder as you sit on the chair, head downcast.
Are you invisible to them?
You want to leave the dining room and flop on your bed with your headphones on. You appetite which has last long ago.
"I am going to call my son, we are leaving" she spats, you know she could leave anytime, she always does.
Whenever they fight the next day she leaves to china, Japan or any other corner of this world you are unaware of. You don't even bother asking her nowadays, but seems like this time she is not going to leave without a divorce.
"Don't involve Namjoon in this, let him focus on his studies. He doesn't need any distractions. We will sort out this later" Your father dashes to his study room.
Your mom groans, her eyes bloodshot she is trembling from the anger. You flinch when she throws the vase on the table. It's hits the wall with a loud sound as the pieces shatters. You realise that there are tears rolling down your cheeks.
You wake up feeling all sweaty,the sun shining through the window. Your eyes wander around to your phone ringing. You grab it from your night stand.
"Hello, Namu?"
"Why weren't you picking my call?"
He sounds plunged "Sorry, I was sleeping"
"Seriously? It's 12 in the afternoon"
Your brother always complains your sleep schedule. When will he understand that not every one can sleep at 10pm and get up at 6am.
"Just tell me Why did you call?"
"Mom's back"
Your breath hitches.
Mom's back? It's been two years since the divorce and why is she back now?
"Hello? Are you there?"
"Ah y-yes"
"I ll come to pick you in a hour, get read we have to go to the airport"
"Okay"
Your brother clearly is happy about his mom being back from, you can't see yourself match his excitement.
