A Helping Hand | MYG & KTH

40 ~ Come Back Home

It's a few nights later when I find myself reluctantly pulling into the drive that I've not been anywhere near since the night I nearly lost my brother. It's a weird feeling, mixed emotions flooding my body as I drag myself out of the car and slowly up towards the door. I didn't want to head over the night we'd talked, figured I'd at least have half a chance more of being welcomed back if I didn't completely wreak of smoke and alcohol. It's somewhat agitating, knowing I'll have to give those habits back up again if I'm welcomed back, but I also know there's no guarantee of that either.

I don't bother bringing any of my things with me when I wander my way up to the door, knowing better than to simply assume everyone else wants me back around as much as my brother does, and the thought has my nerves coming back tenfold as I hesitantly knock on their door. I can hear multiple voices from within, though my brother's voice stands out as he calls to the others that he'll get the door. I don't have much time to prepare myself for all of this, Tae opening the door just seconds later. I take a deep breath through my nose, keeping my lips shut tight as his gaze falls on me.

His curiosity is quick to diminish into a small smile, taking a deep breath himself as he nods and opens the door wider to allow me entry. I just stare at the invitation for a moment, still entirely unsure of all this, stuffing my hands in jacket pockets as I push myself to step inside. I've managed to make it this far, which means it's a little bit late to be deciding to back out now.

I follow Tae further into the house, reluctantly allowing him to lead me towards the living room where most everyone is. I spy Jin and Jungkook in the kitchen doing something or another, the rest with the exception of Yoongi in the living room. Everything seems to stop when Taehyung steps away from me, allowing everyone access to actually see who he'd just let into the house, everything and everyone falling silent. It makes me feel worse, makes me feel more awkward and uncomfortable than I'd been just sitting in my car in the driveway, makes me doubt this decision even further. I can only hope that my brother was right about all of this, not wanting to think of the mess Taeju will have to clean up of me if he's wrong.

"What's she doing here, Taehyung? Why'd you let her in?" Jin finally breaks the silence, not at all sounding pleased about my presence.

"I'll go get Yoongi hyung." Jungkook's voice is hushed, ducking his head as he walks away from the kitchen and over towards one of the studios.

I find myself pressing my lips into a thin line in order to keep my patience and head about me, lowering my head so that I don't have to keep looking around at everyone and see just how unsure most everyone looks. The only person other than Taehyung that doesn't seem to mind my presence at the moment is Jimin, but I suppose that shouldn't surprise me considering the two of them are together.

"I asked her to come back. I want my sister in my life, hyung. And I think we all came to eventually enjoy her presence prior to what happened." Tae finally answers, though the room is still dead silent save for the sound of Jungkook knocking on one of the studio doors.

"That was before we found out what kind of person she is, Taehyung. I think you're better off without her. I don't think any of us care to have her around." Jin counters, voice rather tight. It leaves the room falling silent, and I find it particularly interesting to search the wooden slats of the floor for any minor imperfections as I wait for something more to be said. I don't enjoy the tension though, and my patience quickly dwindles when nothing more is said within a few seconds.

"I think this was a mistake, Tae. I'm sorry for the trouble." I murmur under my breath, shaking my head to myself as I turn and begin to head towards the door. I can feel my brother's gaze snap back over to me at my words, but I make quick work to get to the door, not particularly wanting to be in the room and in sight of anyone at this point. I just want to drain another bottle with my family and go back to the suffering that I've been doing since I left the first time. The cool of the metal in my hand is hardly a notion in my brain by the time I'm reaching the door, pulling it open so that I can walk out of here for the final time.