why (yoonmin)

chapter 2

I don't enjoy being woken up in the first place , however I really really do not have the fucking mental capacity to deal with being woken up by getting screamed at for taking a nap in the first place, but yet here I was, face down in my pillow trying to remember the better days of when I was sleeping and not dealing with petty shit my parents threw my way. I enjoy when my mother comes into my room and sees me sleeping and decides to wake me up by shouting at the top of her lungs: " are you seriously sleeping in the middle of the day." Well gee, I couldn't imagine doing anything else with my eyes closed. I didn't say that of course so I lay there and took her almost endless loudness until she tired herself out and left.

I checked my phone that sat next to me on my bed because I forgot to plug it in when I came home , I had a text but I didn't feel like replying to it. It was only 7 pm.
"Really? " I rolled my eyes and threw my face back into my pillow. Socialization could wait because I needed more sleep. I closed my eyes and left my mind to drift to hell and back and I was out.

*Skipping a few days *

I sat in my bed casually writing some lyrics down, really they were just random ass words on a piece of paper. Couldn't think of anything useful and thankfully I was saved from the mental hell I was living for the moment when my phone started ringing.

"Yes?" It was very exaggerated and didn't sound me , but I wasn't very sure who was calling, checking the caller ID wasn't really my fortè.
"I'm calling for that meeting, meet us at the studio relatively soon." Namjoon sounded tired, like he hadn't slept in 3 days. He was probably busy with all the contract stuff and making the guidelines for the group.
"I could leave now if that's the case, not like I was doing anything anyway." I started to pick up the stuff spread out on my bed and put it away in my secret spot .

Once I was so mad I punched a hole in the wall next to my bed so naturally to avoid being in more trouble than I was already in I just put a poster over it , over time I cut a piece of wood and put it at the bottom between the Sheetrock and support beams for the wall and I started putting all my music stuff there to keep it away from my parents. It had worked and it's been years since then.

I finished getting ready and started to walk out of my bed room. I got halfway down the stairs when I felt something was off, not with me but within the home, again. I slowed my steps until I made it down the stairs and listened. There were no silent whispers from the kitchen and no noise from the bathroom or their bedroom.
This was getting strange but I had other places to be than to sit and wonder why my parentals weren't in their usual spots.

I made it to the studio half an hour later after stopping to get some snacks. I figured I was gonna need to eat at some point in life and this meeting was gonna be that point.
I may have bought some extra things for everyone else too but eh, sometimes I liked to care. I liked seeing their faces light up at the sight of food, It was like watching children on Christmas Day.

I walked into the room with the table but there were no open seats. I usually say next to Jin and teahyung but they were sitting next to each other and jungkook was sitting in the seat next to his which a strange face in then seat next to him.What the fuck.
"What's going on ?" My voice was as harsh as I meant it to be and it made everyone snap their heads up and look at me, confused at that.

"Didn't you get my text ?" Jungkook spoke to me with a small voice "I sent you a text a few days ago asking if my friend, who's interested in dancing and singing, could join us for the meeting, but you never answered so I asked Namjoon who approved it. "

I took out my phone and sure enough there was a text from jungkook in the unread folder. I rolled my eyes. "Next time call me, it may have annoyed me but I wouldn't have been as surprised and pissed off as I am now." I took in a small breath. " who's up for sharing and also here. " I placed the bag of food in the middle of the table," pick what you want I'll eat the rest. " I shot a glance at the new comer going over his features. Small but plump lips, small but beautiful eyes, button nose. He was cute but I was still mad. I made my way next to hoseok who didn't mind sharing a seat with me even if I was mad a bit. He welcomed me in by wrapping his arms around me as I sat on his lap.