"what the hell-- are you crazy, jeon jungkook?
"i would be lying, if i told you that i am not. but believe me when i say, kim taehyung. i'm obsessed with you in every way possible
that
i'm ready to be called crazy for you."
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"is this all?" a large man with double chin crunching on his pringles looked at taehyung with a grin on his face.
"and what do you mean by that?,my parents gave you the pre-expanse and this was the last one, i thought i owned this apartment by now?" taehyung said.
"uhh, alright kid," he muttered, clearly annoyed, tossing the keys onto the counter with a careless flick of his hand.."
after taking the keys, taehyung went out of there, feeling a little odd of that place where he was going to live,"this place feels odd," he thought and took his steps towards his apartment building.
as taehyung unlocked the door with the keys to reveal a modern spacious apartment bathed in soft golden light. its white marble floors gleaming in the sunlight that was coming from the vast window of the living room. plush leather brown couches around it with a big glass table circling the couch and a little rose hanging on its centre on a vase. taehyung looked around and watched its sleek kitchen with stainless steel appliances and large table around with three kitchen stools being in the perfect distance against the kitchen table.
"damn"
taehyung muttered to himself going more inside. his voice echoed in the empty living room with nothing but modern furniture, making taehyung feel small in the grand space, he sighed and went to the bedroom with a towel in his hand.
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"i have told you multiple times that we can't do anything about it, if you want a living, take your damn ass up on my couch and do something by stepping out, jeon" a man in his fifties yelled at jungkook.
"so now you're finally saying that you can't let your son live in your house anymore." jungkook sadly smirked, the disappointment in his eyes showing no bounds.
"well, i guess you're right." his father spoke.
"i can't believe you are saying these to me after providing him everything," he pointed at the dumb boy gaming on his phone, he was older than jungkook and always sat on his phone providing nothing for his family but only expenses for his damn game that he always fails at, pity.
"stop talking about him, jungkook and don't change the topic i'm providing for your university and that's enough i can do for you, you can leave from here, i don't want you here anymore, jung woon is already giving me a hard time but that's okay he's my beloved." the older stated straightly without knowing that only thing which was spilling out of his mouth was rubbish.
"if you're done with your stuff and packing, please get the damn out of my house." he spoke the last line and went to his room slamming the door shut off in his son's face, his son that he didn't recognise, his son that he never ever asked him about his life, his son that he never provide a meal to, his son who was told that he's the one that killed his mother, jungkook knew, he knew that his mother passed away giving birth to him but that doesn't apply that he killed his mother, it was never his fault, but the poor boy always took the blame and also at some point believed what others say about him. he silently went to his room and started packing his stuff.
