59. MOMMA

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| TAEHYUNG'S POV |

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| TAEHYUNG'S POV |

At the age of 15

I was going through my usual training routine with my friends Andrew and James. The three of us were always messing around, bantering and teasing each other. But deep down, we were as close as brothers.

As I focused on my training, I suddenly heard James warning.

"Bro, watch out!"

My head snapped up just in time to see a flying object heading straight towards my face. Instinctively, I ducked to the side, avoiding the object just by a hair's breadth.

"What the fuck Andrew?" I yelled at Andrew, who drives me crazy everytime.

But this guy heart is gold.

Andrew, the one who threw the object at me, just smirked and shrugged. "What? I was just trying to get your attention." he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

I shook my head, trying to hide my annoyance. "You almost took my head off, you moron."

Andrew just laughed, unrepentant as usual. "Relax, I knew you'd dodge it. You're too fast for me, bro."

James, who was watching the scene from the sidelines, rolled his eyes. "You two are always like this," he said, shaking his head. "I don't know how you're not sick of each other."

Me and Andrew just laughed at James' comment. We may bicker and argue constantly, but deep down we knew that we had each other's backs.

"We're best friends, idiot," Taehyung said, punching Andrew's shoulder lightly. "We're stuck with each other for life."

"Unfortunately," Andrew chimed in, grinning.

James just shook his head again, trying to look exasperated but not quite succeeding in hiding his fondness for his two friends. "You guys are insane," he said, but there was a hint of affection in his voice.

"Today's training is over" The coach's voice boomed across the big training ground, signaling the end of the class. me and my friends Andrew and James had been training here since we were young, preparing to take over our father's Mafia.

I let out a sigh, stretching my tired muscles. "Finally," I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "I thought that coach wanted to work us to the bone today."

Andrew and James also looked exhausted, but they wore grins on their faces. "Yeah, that was a tough class," James said, flexing his arms jokingly. "But I guess we're just that good."

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