why (yoonmin)

chapter7

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M.Y.
"Yoon, hey, wake up!" I slowly came to from my deep sleep. I felt unrested and more tired than when I went to sleep. Zico stood over me with something in his hand that wasn't on my shoulder. "Your phone has been going off for the past 15 minutes. Who's stubborn mother?"

I let out a huff and sat up the best I could. My arms felt numb and useless.
"He's the eldest of my group. Hand it here."
I held out my hand and he placed my phone in my palm.
It started buzzing again "hello." My throat felt scratchy and Horace

"I've been calling you for the past hour, how do you sleep so hard? Anyway, hoseok came by the studio with your stuff , he won't be home today so he brought it by for you to get and he wanted me to leave you a message, 'next time you ask me to hold your stuff and leave my door unlocked for you all night, don't leave me hanging.' He cussed too but I'm not repeating that."

"Okay mother. " Zico let out a breath of a laugh next to me as he sat down.
"I don't know why you all keep calling me mother, I'm just watching out for all of you idiots, And who is with you? I hear someone breathing loudly or laughing back there."
"This is why we call you mom. I've got to go,I'm busy. I'll come down to the studio tonight maybe."
"Alright ." Jin hung up the phone and I turned mine off.

"Did you charge my phone last night ?" I looked over to Zico who was busy trying to bury himself under my arm.

"Yeah, I brought my phone along and I need a charger too but yours needed it more." I tightened my arm around his neck.

"You didn't have to do that. Thank you." I released his neck and let my back fall against the bed. "I'm still so tired. Where did I stop at last night, if you're still interested in wanting to know stuff?"

He nodded, " of course I still want to know. You left off at the birthday party everyone threw for you at the studio, which by the way I'd love to see while I'm here. Continue."

I nodded, if he wanted to see it , I should make it a day when no one is there which is going to be hard.

" right , so they threw me a birthday at the studio , it went on for a while , then we watched a movie and it was around 10 I think, 10 pm. anyway, after every one went their separate ways. When I came home I was choosing how to brake it to mom and dad how I wasn't going to be their financial support any longer. I opened the door looked in the kitchen and fount that it was empty so I walked around the house until I got to my room that's when I heard the shuffling of things and them quietly talking.

'I know it's here, where haven't we looked yet?
I don't know, maybe we should start taking things off the walls, like the movies. maybe he has a safe behind one of these posters.'
That's when I walked into the room and asked them what they were doing. Dad got defensive saying that this was his house and was allowed to enter my room when I'm not there. This pissed me off, who wouldn't it piss off, really. " Zico nodded in agreement and moved to turn onto his side while I was still on my back and let his arm fall across my chest gently.

" I told them that they had no right to touch the things I've bought with my own money from the job I have that they didn't know about. They never liked my music dream, always saying I wasn't good enough and no one would notice a shitty musician. Jokes on them, right? They didn't know how wrong they were.
That's when mom grabbed the stuff from my drawer. I don't regret what happened but I wish it went down in a different way. I don't know why it happened or why I reacted like that but what's done is done I guess." I closed my eyes. It was still dark in the room thanks to the drapes and I was very thankful.
"Thank you for coming to my rescue, z."