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xxviii. return.

~yoongi's pov~

the days away from home bled into weeks. hoseok was constantly pushing me to return, and i had considered it a few times. but today, i was going back home. even if it was a living hell.

i carried my bags up the driveway and knocked on the door. i breathed in and out, expecting my father to tell me to leave. two hands wrapped around my body and a head rested on mine.

"appa?" i looked up, seeing his aged face and gray hairs closely. he smiled quietly and led me into the living room.

"yoongi, i'm so sorry. i really am." he mumbled, stroking my hair. i couldn't distinguish if he was being a suck up or if he actually meant it. "your happiness is more important than money. me and your eomma talked about it for a while, and we'll pay for your most of your living expenses in seoul."

my jaw dropped at his words, and all i could think about was how hoseok would react. "...you guys–" i reached over and embraced my parents. it was all so unbelievable.

"we want the best for you and hoseok, you know." my mother said softly, warmness in her eyes. "you can stay at hoseok's house or come back home, we don't mind."

tears welled up in my eyes as they spoke. i knew they would come around.