MY NOOOONA!

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"What are you still doing here?" He asked noticing that she was still standing by the door.

"P-please, don't be angry at me."

"I am not. As you said, I am trying to get some rest so you can also leave." Taehyung laid on the bed and pulled the comforter on him.

"Okay." She mumbled while leaving the room, closing the door behind softly.

"Great!" He muttered as he heard the door close behind and sat up.

He knew that he was being silly by behaving like a kid whining for candy but at times, he can't help it. He hates when someone denies him attention and act as if he is incapable of doing something. He took the responsibility of the company to prove them wrong but the curse seems to follow. It took him a great lot of effort to sleep that night, he kept the phone next to his ears to not miss the call.

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"Taehyung, are you leaving now?" His mom asked as she looked up at the boy from the newspaper.

"Yes, why?" He asked bending down to tie his shoes.

"It is not even nine."

"I have work and I am busy. If you need something, ask your older son who is matured enough to do everything." Taehyung gave his bag to the driver and walked out without even sparing a glance at his mother.

"This boy is still sulking." She shook her head and went back to reading the paper.

"To whom are you talking?"

"Oh, your younger son just went for work after giving me attitude as always."

"Whenever he misbehaves, he automatically becomes my son or else you own the patent?" Mr.Kim asked as he snatched the newspaper from his wife.

"Can you not use your business terms in relationships?" She asked while snatching the paper back.

Just as the both of them were bickering and pulling the paper, Yoongi walked into the room while adjusting his shirt. Yoongi sighed watching his parents being silly and coughed to catch their attention. Both Kims, quickly turned back and stared at his son who was giving them a disgusted look.

"Oh, you look different!" Mr. Kim said as he got up from the couch, leaving the newspaper.

"Specific?"

"You look like a human being for once. What happened to your black and grandpa sized outfits?"

"I h-have a meeting today."

Yoongi was wearing a white and blue striped shirt that was tucked in a sky blue jeans. He was not wearing any of his silver accessories and basically looking neat and clean as such. Just as his father was about to say another counter, Y/N walked to the living room.

"Oh, you guys must be leaving for the hospital." Mrs. Kim said as she smiled at the girl.

"Yea, the appointment is around nine. We have to leave now." Yoongi went to wear his shoes.

"Don't forget to tell them how you really feel. I would have come with you but some of my friends are coming around for a meeting."

'It is okay, Mrs. Kim. Thank you so much for being so considerate." She bowed at the lady.

"Taehyung, definitely eats her brain." Mr. Kim told his wife noticing how polite Y/N is.

"He is a brat for a reason."

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"Mr. Kim, are you done checking the reports?" Namjoon asked as he waited across the table where Taehyung was sitting.