son, my son ↯ bts

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"mother, can you help me with the buttons?"

"of course, my son." seokjin grits his teeth and complies. of course, there was a part of him that wanted to smack him across the face, but in doing so would lead to certain punishment. but maybe it would be worth it.

because that certain punishment means that he would be able to see namjoon again.

and hoseok.

and taehyung.

and jeongguk.

possibly even yoongi.

(who knows?)

he glances up to the heavens. the sky is blue. a curtain cast over the earth, separating heaven from its bitter truth.

he's watching over me, he thinks softly. jimin clicks his tongue.

"mother, you aren't listening to me!"

seokjin's gaze turns to jimin, who has his hands on his hips, hard stare resting on seokjin alone.

"what?" he asks, ruffling his hair.

"i said, i got a job." jimin says proudly. "the guys down by the rundown school– remember? we went there together that one time– and they said i can do some promotion for their team!"

"that's great, son." seokjin says blankly. "not that you need it. we seem pretty well off."

jimin pouts. "huh? i thought you would be proud of me."

"of course i'm proud of you." seokjin says, but he doesn't meet jimin's eye.

jimin clicks his tongue again. "whatever. do you need help with the breakfast?"

"yes please. could you set the table?"

jimin's eyes light up. "of course, mother!" he grabs the plates from one of the shelves and runs into the kitchen gleefully.

seokjin just stares at his hands, ungrateful that he's still alive.