When I woke up that morning I had a terrible headache, but it reduced when I ate something and called my dad to let him know I was safe and sound. He did have a few harsh things to say, but I could tell he wasn't that pissed off. I checked Yoongi's audio clip on YouTube to see how many people had heard it, and still found it stuck at 11 thousand views. I shrugged, knowing it would very well increase.
I had bathed and was now walking to the kitchen to tell him that I would be leaving.
"Wait, I need to come to your dad's house anyway," he says. I straightened the jacket that I had worn yesterday. It smelled horrible, but I just had a short ride on the subway back home, and then I could change into something more comfortable.
"Here," He says, walking toward me and placing the scarf I had given his yesterday around my neck. I instantly smelled much more like him and smiled to myself at that thought. I tried not to breathe too much into the scarf in case I polluted the scent. He was bundled up as well, seeing how everything outside was almost completely frozen over.
"Let's go," I say. He takes Holly by the leash and we leave. No one could have been more relieved than him when my had dad said that Holly could hang out at our house while Yoongi worked. Even he had gotten attached to the little puppy.
We walked out into the freezing air of Seoul and I instantly began shivering.
"Aren't you glad that you slept next to me, and I could keep you warm?" He teased as he looked at my reddening nose and cheeks. I elbowed him but grinned all the same.
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"We're home," I tell the stillness in my home. For once, it felt as if the last few months were nothing but a dream, but then I noticed the guy next to me: it wasn't a dream, it was all real.
"Dad?" I said as I walked further into the belly of the house. I sighed when no one responded. I began to walk into the kitchen for a snack, and Yoongi politely followed me. I was going to take a step into the room when I saw my father. He wasn't alone, this time. He was with someone else, and he was kissing her.
I took a step back, unsure of how to proceed. I hit Yoongi's chest, and he began to speak, but I quickly turned around and placed my hand against his mouth. I didn't want to see this. I turned around one last time and saw that both of them had broken apart. I was expecting the woman to be someone I didn't necessarily know, but I did a double take when I saw that it was Taehyung's mother.
I closed my eyes. This was real. This wasn't a dream. Why?
Just a year and a half ago, this woman would have been my mother. There was sadness taking over every pore in my body, and I wanted to run and rip them away from each other's arms.
"Eun," I heard Yoongi whisper onto my hand. I let the tears flow, and drag him away from the kitchen. I needed to leave the house.
"Let's go," I said, simply slipping into my boots, and not even tying the laces properly. I ran out of my house, and Yoongi followed, softly closing the main door.
"Eun," He told me, but I was still looking at the door, in shock. Holly came bounding toward us from where she had been playing with Dubu. Despite the cold, both of them loved being outside.
"I need to leave," I turned, and walked right into someone else.
Please do not be Taehyung.
I looked up and met those chocolate brown eyes.
"We need to leave," I hold him by the elbow and drag him away from the house. Yoongi follows after a few minutes, having tied Holly and Dubu on a leash. I walked to the only place I know I could find solace: the park on top of the hill.
-
The five of us sat in silence on the stone cold bench.
"Are you sure?" Taehyung asked, playing absentmindedly with Dubu's ears. I nodded sadly. He continued to look at the gravel path.
I didn't want to see my dad with any other woman, ever. I wanted him to be loyal to my mother even across the dimension of life and death, but I also knew that all of that was too idealistic. He deserved to continue living a happy life, and meet new people, and form new relationships. I wanted to get angry, but at the end of the day, it all seemed pointless.
"Are you okay?" I asked Taehyung, looking at Yoongi instead. He smiled, squeezing my hand reassuringly.
"No," He sighed, and coughed. I looked at Tae and noticed him looking at our interlocked hands.
"It's snowing," He said, as he looked away. Yoongi and I both turned our heads upwards at the same time and noted the light flurry of snowflakes. All five of us smiled. I was about to say something about the beauty of the snow when my phone began to ring.
I retrieved it from my jacket pocket and scrunched my eyebrows as I saw Jimin's name light up the phone screen. He never called me during the day, or on a weekend. He was always too busy.
"Hello?" I asked as I picked up the phone.
"Eun In," His oddly deep voice says. He seems to take a pause, and then audibly takes in a shaky breath, and then says something that I will never forget, "Father is dead,"
[A/N: It's over. It's already over. I have a lot to say about this book, and the first thing is that it taught me a lot of things about my capability as an author. I know there are a lot of fanfictions out there that are much much much better than mine, but I couldn't be prouder of Trouble. It has served as a good starter for the coming books, and the characters, according to me were easy to read and relate to. I hope you all enjoyed reading about them as much as I had in crafting them. There are some differences in the style of narration between this book and the next ones, but I truly apologize for that, and I'll try to edit this book later on. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE CONTINUE READING AND SUPPORTING ME. IT HAS TRULY MOTIVATED ME TO WRITE MORE. I LOVE YOU GUYS, AND I'LL SEE YOU LATER, as the voice of Na Ri for Bookmark. All the Kim Tae Hyung stans out there, watch out.
So, I got tagged by ByzantiumBlackberry to answer some of these questions. I don't remember doing one of these before, so I thought it would be good to do one in the last chapter of one of my favorite books that I have written, EVER!
1. Favourite Colour: Black or white, but if its related to clothes, probably black or blue.
2. Favourite Animal: Dogs.
3. Superpower: Teleportation. Imagine getting to travel for free!
4. Biases: I try not to have one. I really do. I don't have one.
5. Least favorite member of BTS: Who makes questions like these? I don't want to choose. I love all of them a lot and respect all of them too much.
6. Last 5 songs you've listened to:
Day6 - I Loved You
EXO: Power
Fxxk it, Last Dance, Girlfriend: Big Bang
7. Cute or Sexshi BTS? I'm too hormonal to handle either, but cute BTS is safer.
8. If trapped alone in a room with your ultimate bias what would you do? Ask them all the questions that I have boiled up inside of me. Stuff like what do you do in your free time, how do you think of lyrics, etc. Mostly get to know them as a person, that is, if I have the courage to talk to them.
9. If your ultimate bias got a girlfriend, what would you do? So, I have been through this before with Zayn Malik and Perrie Edwards, and I knew how silly it was for me to cry about it, but I would still cry about it. So...yeah.
10. Favourite Food: French Fries! *Drools just thinking about them*
11. Relationship status: According to my best friend I am in a relationship with "JK" but I am single.
12. Eye color: Brown, which mostly looks like black.
13. The last person, I texted: The same best friend who thinks I am in a relationship with "JK". ]
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Trouble
Fanfiction#1 in the Confetti Series. - Libraries and Park Eun In are inseparable. She has been attached to them for over a year and has grown comfortable to the faint humming of the electric fan and the central A/C. Until the loudest, most obnoxious, the laz...
