COSTANTLY . K.TH

PARENTS .

~1 Month Later~

I found a note and an envelope in my locker at the end of the day and the first was labeled with 'To: Soomi, From: TaeTae~'

'ᴡᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ. ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ʙs, ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛʜᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜɪs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. sᴇᴇ ʏᴀ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ~'

Pfft. Friends? Aish...

I read the label on the white envelope: No name. Hm? I took out the neatly folded paper from inside,

'ʜᴏʟᴀ sʟᴜᴛ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs! ᴡᴇʟᴘ, ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs ᴀʟʟ ɪᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ɪs ᴅɪᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ sᴀʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪs ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ. ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sᴇᴇ? ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sɪɢɴ ᴛʜɪs sʜᴇᴇᴛ ᴀs ᴘʀᴏᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟʟ.

sᴇᴇ ʏᴀ ʙᴜᴅ~

sᴇᴏʟ ♥︎࿎

I saw something drip onto the paper, staining the ink and making it smudge. I hadn't realized I was crying. Why?

Because she can really do this.

I threw the envelope and note into my backpack, heading out the school building. As I opened the door, eggs were being thrown at me. Here and there, everyone was crowding around me throwing eggs.

I waited for the person who started this to step forward. "Hola slut," She cackled.

I slapped her. I slapped her hard. She started to fall back and everyone started throwing eggs again.

"STOP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Jimin raged while someone held me by the waist and hugged me.

"T-Taehyu—"

He put his finger up as a sign of be quiet. The gang let me go to the girls locker room to grab my gym clothes since I did not want to walk around like this. After, me and the gang started walking back to my house.

It was awfully silent, and I decided to speak up. "Are you guys not going home?" I asked silently.

"Why should we? Jimin and Jisu finally came back and it's time TO CELEBRATE!" Soojung crazily danced.

"Aw, my little sister is so cute! No wonder Namjoon likes y—"

"Ahaha, so did you guys notice Seol hanging around Soomi's locker this morning?" Namjoon changed the subject glaring at Seokjin.

"She was?" "Really?" "I should beat her ass!" "Hmm..." They all talked.

Should I tell them?

"And what happened this morning? I swear she has something up her sleeve and it looks like she has a problem with Soomi here..." They all looked at me as I unlocked the door.

"Hm?" I chuckled nervously. They all pushed me in and I locked the door before being forced to sit on the couch.

"Speak." Hoseok demanded.

"H-Huh? A-About?" I asked innocently. They all gave that I-Know-Your-Lying look.

"Look, I'm Park Jisu. You probably don't know me, nice to meet ya, but I know you. And if there's ANYTHING bothering you, don't hesitate to tell us. Please," She said kindly. I smiled and she returned it.

I grabbed my bag and pulled out the wrinkled envelope, waving it in the air.

"It's from Seol," I shrugged, acting like I didn't care.

"Throw it across your coffee table. Whoever it slides too must open it and read it aloud, if your alright with hearing it again..." Hoseok asked, with a smile. I nodded hesitantly, and threw the envelope as instructed.

Everyone had different expressions, shock, emotionless, or just nothing.

"Tae... open it up bro." Hobi said, sliding it closer to him. He sighed, putting his phone away and opening the envelope. He sighed, putting his phone down.

He opened the envelope, emotionlessly. But as I stared at him open it up slowly, I could see concern in his eyes.

Or maybe I'm just still into him...

Him opening this damned later I got from a the bitch of my life is overwhelming for me. It was like he was so concentrated on what he was doing, trying to be oh so careful.

And when he read out the words, I felt chills go down my spine. I haven't heard that deep, angelic voice in a whole month.

And I was loving it.

"And that's it. That's what the letter said..." He finished off throwing the letter back on the coffee table. No one seemed shocked, and I wasn't surprised either. Seol has been a bitch since the beginning and I'm still not ready to face her bullshit.

"Umm... Soomi?" Jungkook said.

I looked up from my clasped hands in my lap slowly to face my older brother. I hummed in response.

"M-Mom and D-Dad..." He trembled with his phone. I walked up to him, grabbing his hands and calming him down. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't understand what was wrong. It was obvious I was worried too. Just by hearing the words, 'mom' and 'dad' are like shards stabbing my chest.

"Jungkook, it's okay. I need you to tell me what's wrong..."

"T-Their calling..." He paused, "T-Their here..."

I dropped his hands, panicking. There's no way our parents are here. They left us years ago.

Is what everyone else told me.

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