custody | kth (wattys2017)

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Taking another sip from my cup, I glanced up at Taehyung who stood straight and tall, smirking.

"Please take a seat"

His smile widened for a bit as he sat down. One hand on his thigh while the other was splayed on the table between us.

"Let me hear your side of the story. What happened? " I raised my brows and I assumed that he was taken aback by the question but tried playing it off cool anyway.

" He bumped into me, I punched him in the face" the boy shrugged.

"Is that it? " I looked at the beaten man, who nodded immediately.

All Taehyung wanted was to be arrested, and that was something I didn't want. This kid was taking things way too casually and it was my job to not let him fool around with the law and order.

" You may leave sir, I'll deal with him " I reassured the man who was quick to walk out of the station.

" Deal with me? " Taehyung added, biting his lip.

I looked around for Hyun woo and the moment our eyes met, the boy came rushing to me.

" Fine him a quarter and send him home " I stated. Looking back at Taehyung, I motioned him to follow Hyun.

He narrowed his eyes at me for a few seconds, pink lips coming out in a pout, before standing up and following the constable. From how well I knew Hyun, he would have done a good job at sending Mr. Kim home.

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"I'm home!" I announced, before rushing into my room to change.

Quickly putting my uniform away, I threw on a legging and a decent shirt before walking down the stairs.

"Let me do it" I held onto my father's wrist, who was pouring some juice for himself and I.

"How was work today? " he enquired and I pouted at him, "not as good as it used to be".

"How's mum? " I asked.

"Sleeping" he answered quietly.

I was accustomed to hearing the same answer from him for the last six years. 'sleeping'.

Six years ago, a truck smashed into her car while she drove home from work. She had a dozen broken bones and internal hemorrhages everywhere. Treatment costed us a lot; but it was mum. We'd do anything to have her back. She was the only thing dad and I had. She was the only thing we could come home to.

The doctors did what they could. They fixed all the bones. They stitched up all the cuts. Transfused more blood into her veins but they couldn't bring her back. She wasn't really dead,on the other hand, she wasn't alive either.

She had gone into coma, and hadn't returned since then.

Dad's the commissioner of police- a post high enough to earn a lot of money and respect. He spent his savings on paying the hospital bills, and that's why I had to work for the government too. We needed the cash. We needed it to bring mom back.

I downed the orange juice at once before walking over and giving the man I called father, one tight hug for everything he had done for us.

"I'll go check on her" I mumbled against his chest and he hummed in response.

Strolling across the hall, I stopped when I reached her room. I opened the door and the smell of spirit and medicines filled my nostrils along with a cold gush of air. The nurse was currently pushing a pillow, carefully under my mother's head and I rushed forward to help her do it, with a smile- warm and thankful.

She had changed the covers and the blankets. She picked up the discarded ones before glancing at me, "How was your day?"

"Fine Haasa, how was yours? "

"great!" she grinned, her dark hair a perfect contrast to her creamy skin.

"Talk to mommy, she misses you" she added before leaving.

My eyes softened at her comment. I couldn't thank Haasa enough for everything she had done for us. We paid her well, but I always felt like we could give her more as she always looked after the woman we loved.

"Mum" I placed my hand on my mother's while she laid there, eyes closed and breath steady.

This was something I'd do everyday. There were days at the very start, on which I'd sit beside her and ball my eyes out, but as I grew up, I realized that it was something which I shouldn't be doing.

Instead of whining about what had happened, I updated her on my daily life. She was my personal diary and a best friend.

Today, I ranted for almost an hour, before I mentioned Taehyung.

"There's this annoying little brat who keeps coming into the station to visit me as if it's a joke! ". Even though it was only once that he had done it, I was pretty annoyed, and I had to exaggerate everything to make the news juicy.

The phone in my pocket buzzed at the exact moment, and I groaned, letting mom's hand go to reach into my pocket and fetch the device.

" If he shows up once again i-"

Unknown number: knock knock

I narrowed my eyes for a second, who the heck? Should I just play along or-

Ji Yeon: Who's there?

Unknown number: Daisy

Ji Yeon: Daisy who?

Unknown number: DAISY ME ROLLIN', THEY HATIN'

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Is the book getting boring? Gawd!!