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❝ if we hope to be free, it takes you and me to start over here and now. ❞

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GREEN'S PARENTS WERE home early and stayed for the weekend— strange. On Saturday morning, someone knocked on the door, and her heart leaped, thinking that it was Hoseok.

No.

Upon swinging the door open, she was met with mint hair and a black mask covering his nose and pretty mouth. Yoongi was home— strange.

"Oppa?" Green breathed, taken aback at his sudden intrusion, as she noticed his eyes crinkle slightly. He patted her head and stepped in without a word, swinging a large duffel bag over his shoulder.

"Who's there?" their mother called, right as Yoongi announced, "I'm home."

Green could hear her mother gasp, as she followed her brother to the dining room where her parents worked away, slaving their fingers to type on laptops and write on stacks of papers.

Standing up, their mother blinked in astonishment, arms hanging at her sides, a dumbfounded expression on her stressed face. "What are you doing here?"

"I shouldn't have a reason, should I? Lucky for you, I do though. I'm here to stay for the weekend," he answered, glancing at Green, "and to talk."

"About what?" the father joined in, a furrow in his brow as he concentrated on his work.

"About me. About Green-ah. About you two."

Oh shxt, Green thought as she turned away, hiding her face with her hand and clamping her mouth shut.

"What about all of us?"

Yoongi took notice of the way Green shifted her feet and itched to leave the room, but he shuffled towards her and rested his hand on her back in a comforting manner, whispering to her, "I'm gonna make things right with us."

"Yoongi, please—"

"Well," he spoke up, eyes focused on his parents, "I don't like to talk much, so I'll just say this: I want us to be a healthy family again. You not spending enough time with Green and basically idolizing your work is not good. I caught myself doing the same thing you do now, and that almost ruined my relationship with Green-ah. I wasn't there for her when she had her arm amputated. I wasn't there for her to help her with senior year and ideas for college. I want to make up that time right now, and I want you to help."

Green could see it on their faces; his words were too sudden, sinking the mood further into something grave. She wanted to dig herself a grave, in fact, and sink herself into it and never resurface ever again.

"Why are you saying this?" his father inquired, the sounds of typing abruptly ceasing, plunging the room into a deafening silence.

"Because it needs to be said?" Yoongi answered like a question, as if it was obvious— which it was from an outside perspective.

"Do you know why we're working? Why we've been working overtime, especially since last summer?" their mother huffed. "It's because of Geurin. Her scholarship paid for everything, and now that it's been void, we have to raise the money for her. Her laziness hasn't gotten herself a job to pay her own tuition. Do you think we don't love her? If we didn't love her, we wouldn't be doing this."

Yoongi clenched his jaw. It was clear he didn't want to start a fight, just a fire.

"Securing her future the way you do it shouldn't be your main priority," he snarled. "It should be your support and quality time with her. Do you want her— no, us— to grow up and grow old with such a low opinion of you two?"