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he knocked the door with clammy hands

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he knocked the door with clammy hands.

"who's there?" a grumpy voice from inside asks.

hearing this, hoseok contemplate in knocking again, he turn his head where yoongi stands. with a nod of yoongi, he gulps and knock again.

"f..father." he uttered. just one word and hoseok feel like combusting in the spot.

the grumbling man on the other side of the door stops on his tracks, hoseok knows it's getting work up smelling the pinewoods get burned.

'ouch. he's really mad.' he thought

"i don't have time, get lost." his father coldly muttered.

"pa, please." he knocks.

he knock and knock without stopping after how many minutes of knocking, the door opened.

SLAP

one, two, three he counted turning his head and facing his father with teary eyes.

a red mark in his face and a broken heart.

"you! i told you!" the man muttered with so much anger, pointing at his treasured son.

hoseok just lowered his head still holding his reddened cheek trying not to spill any tears becaue he thought he deserves this, he is the responsible of everything.

"uncle-" yoongi intervened, he cannot stomach this! he don't want to see his soulmate hurting again.

"don't yoongi."
"you cannot interfere, this is a family matter."

"what's happening??" mrs. jung, hoseok's mother asks. she's from the garden when she heard the commotiom outside.

"your so called of a son came home." mr. jung muttered nonchantly, with a balled fist he trudged inside.

"seokie? what happened?" she worriedly asks, using the sweet childhood nickname  he have.

"m.. mother." hoseok looked up the now tears are freely sliding on his apple cheeks, the mark still visible and yoongi winced of the thought because it really looks so painful.

"i am so sorry. this is not what i want." the younger of all broke down, kneeling with so much pain and distress even his scent becoming bitter.

"oh, my dear. get up you're going to dirty yourself." she softly whispers, like a mother lulling her child into a sleep. she makes an eye contact with yoongi. without wasting a time, yoongi carefully put him to stand.

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