Not here. But home. [Yoongi Hurtfic]

Not here. But Home.

Yoongi didn't want to go home and visit his parents.

The company had granted everyone permission to go home for a few days. The rapper would have stayed at a hotel or something so the members didn't get suspicious, but unfortunately it was publicly announced by the company that everyone would be visiting their parents, resulting in Yoongi's parents calling him, with his dad scolding him for not coming to visit sooner. "I know you've forgotten all about us since becoming a big star, but we're still your fucking parents," is what he had said.

The day came when everyone was departing to head home. Everyone could tell Yoongi seemed a bit more reserved about the whole ordeal.

"Aww, is Yoongi-ah going to miss us?" Jin teased.

"Aish," was Yoongi's only response. That's not even the half of it.

Yoongi never told the members about his life with his parents because he was too afraid to tell them. He was afraid of judgement and his parents made him feel like all the trouble he'd ever been in was his own fault anyway.

Taehyung hugged Yoongi, "I won't be too far away hyung! Our parents are practically neighbors! I promise to come stop by! Plus it's only for a few days, I think it will all be okay!" Taehyung gave his hyung a playful kiss on the head.

Yoongi felt nervous at the thought of Taehyung coming to visit, he'd rather go visit Taehyung's parents instead but he knew his own parents would have an issue with him going out and "avoiding the family."

"We will see what happens," Yoongi replied. Everyone hugged eachother goodbye and promised to call, text, FaceTime, etc, while they were apart. It was the only thing that would get them through.

Yoongi was shaking on the steps of his parents front door.

He went to knock but kept hesitating. He saw his hand shake every time he lifted it in the air. Suddenly the door opened and Yoongi flinched.

"My son!" Yoongi's father grabbed him into a hug and he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest and run away.

"H-hi dad," Yoongi said nervously. His dad told him to come in and get comfortable as his mom had just finished making dinner and was setting it on the table.

"You're just in time!" his mother replied. He looked around the house as he made his way into the kitchen, it seemed a lot cleaner and more inviting than he remembered. It didn't wreak of alcohol like it used to.

He sat at the kitchen table and his parents started bombarding him with questions about the band, his members, etc. He didn't understand why they seemed oddly nice when even their previous phone calls weren't exactly friendly.

"How's that little one doing? Wasn't he only like 12?" Yoongi's father asked. His parents had never met any of the other members, as Yoongi was determined to keep it that way. This was also the first time he came to visit his parents in so many years he could see why they weren't too updated. They didn't actually pay attention to anything the band was doing.

"The little one has a name. It's Jungkook. When we started he was 13. He's 23 now," Yoongi replied.

"Has it been that long already?" Yoongi's father asked. Yoongi nodded. "Yes, dad, it's been 10 years. Although I know you don't particularly care."

Yoongi's parents both started apologizing for not being better parents and for not paying more attention to his life or the band. They got emotional and started about how they were sorry for everything they'd done to him growing up. The screaming. The constantly kicking him out of the house when he was just a little boy. The constant beatings.