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GOLD

❝ 'cause all we ever want is gold, we made our mistakes. ❞

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OVER DINNER WITH her parents, Green's mind wandered off far from the current happenings. She mindlessly nibbled on her food, chopsticks accustomed to thread between her left hand's fingers, as her thoughts were flooded with Hoseok.

He probably doesn't like me though?

This could all be inconvenient for him, but his personality is just making the best of it. It was very inconvenient for me until recently. I appreciated him, which eventually led to...

Her face flushed.

"Are you fine at school?" her father asked. It sounded stern in her ears, but she no longer really knew her father and his natural disposition.

"I'm being bullied," Green joked, but halted at her words. She never joked around.

Her mother raised a brow. "For how long? What are the kids doing to you?"

Before she said she was joking, she changed her words and sighed out the truth, "Just throwing around hurtful words. I'm fine though. You know I'd tell you immediately if things get physical."

Her parents visibly relaxed at the same time and resumed eating. She didn't want to admit it, but she was disappointed at how lame they reacted.

Green's father was scrolling down his phone, which her mother wasn't pleased at from her disdained facial features. Green just let her words of complaint die on her tongue as she shoved food in her mouth to distract herself from the silence.

She couldn't stand eating dinner with her parents these days. It felt stiff and she wasn't used to it anymore.

Of course, she missed the days when her entire family would sit at the dinner table and talk about things that weren't school or even music. They actually enjoyed each other's company. College and careers weren't relevant at the time.

Nowadays, it felt like they just unhealthily loathed each other.

That's why Yoongi left this prison, she thought, biting down hard at her wooden chopsticks. He chose his passions over his parent's preferences.

If only I had passions too.

Ever since she had her right arm amputated, Green never touched a piano or wanted to really listen to music again. She actively avoided it. She quit ballet after dancing for twelve years.

Hoseok may have known that her family was broken, but he didn't know about her, Min Geurin, ex-dancer and ex-aspiring pianist. Ex-music enthusiast. Now a living talentless shell with a prosthetic arm.

"Have you thought about your college applications?" her mother questioned. "And did you complete your volunteer hours?"

"I'm getting to it," she quietly responded, "and I have finished my hours. I finished them before last school year ended. I've told you this already."

"Do you realize how much I have to think about? You should expect me to forget a few loose words. Yoongi might be moving back in soon, so I am stressing about that enough, not to mention work."

Green shivered at the name, croaking, "Yoongi's moving back in? What makes you say that?"

"He's struggling to pay rent and his roommate is paying for most of it at the moment. I'm pulling him out if he doesn't pay half as he should. He is burdening his roommate."

With those words laced in motherly frustration, Green clamped her mouth shut and tried picking up more food, but everything from her plate was gone.

The golden days, she thought, were when Yoongi was home.

But he shouldn't stay home. I used to watch him starve himself by using his lunch money for the pursuit of making music. His headphones, his mic, his set, his laptop— he earned all of those things without his parents.

He shouldn't come back. Funny how I wouldn't think this if I hadn't met Hoseok.

"He'll be fine," she eventually said. "He's an adult and is responsible for himself. They'll handle this. Seokjin-oppa's also wealthy, so he has no problem in—"

"Oppa?" her father interjected with a condescending look, appalled. "What did you call him?"

Green was slackjawed at her parents' reaction, forgetting that they weren't aware of her friends, much less her life. "Abeoji, we're friends. Should I call him sunbae or Jin-ssi or—"

"Why are you friends with him?"

"Why not?"

"I don't appreciate your tone," he gruffly spoke, making Green's skin crawl and set ablaze at the same time.

"What keeps me sane from the stupid things I have to put up with at school with all of the stares that make me feel like a cyborg freak is the fact that I have friends. I have friends who support me and make me realize that what they think is not important. The people who bully me won't bully me forever. I'm actually trying to find myself and recover mentally for once because of them. So why not? Why not?"

She stood up, took her dirty dishes to the sink, and stormed out of the dining room. Her heavy footsteps left their weight on her parent's blind hearts.

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❝ i can't believe how far we have come; don't lose your faith in me. ❞
『 written on 2017.10.17. | 2017.11.08. 』

【 NOTE—oops my drama is showing
but on another note here is a hoseok gif you can watch for the rest of your life 】