Yoongi walked up the stairs to the front door of his house, the outside lights were on signalling for him to come inside. He didn't want to, he didn't want to get yelled at, or get something of his taken away. He did want for his mouth to be cleaned out with soap. It had happened before and he was burping bubbles for a week afterwards. The real reason he really didn't want to open the door was because he didn't want to see his parents fighting again. They always fought about everything, him, money, friends, one of my dads friends named Darla.Yoongi sucked in a deep breath of air before opening the door to his home. Surprisingly his parents weren't fighting, they sat together in the living-room each giving their son a disapproving look.
"Where have you been, your mothers been worried sick?" His father said loudly while the boy removed his shoes.
"We were in the park." Yoongi said looking down at his toes.
"And what was this I heard about you using a bad word?" His mother asked when he walked further into the room.
"That little Jungkook kid said you called someone an asshole." His father explained. He sat on the couch beside Yoongi's Mother. Yoongi stood awkwardly in front of the two, he played with the hem of his t-shirt.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean it! I was just angry and he wouldn't sto-"
"There's no excuse for using that type of language at your age, I think we better wash your dirty mouth." His father interrupted. He walked into the bathroom at the back of the house finding something non-toxic.
"Please no I promise I won't say any bad words again."
"Too late, go see your father in the bathroom." His mother said before turning to her book and reading.
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"The taste is still in my mouth, I've brushed my teeth like 7 times." Yoongi complained to his friends. They all sat on one of the play structures, Yoongi sat on top of the slide.
"It doesn't seem that bad." Jimin mumbled under his breath. He was a strange kid, he was almost 9 years old and still carried a teddy everywhere he went.
"You obviously have never tasted soap." Yoongi snapped. He was usually like this, the others accepted his extra short patience as a part of his personality.
"Can we play or something? Talking is boring." Jungkook complained. The older boys all looked at him with a death glare, he just decided to leave and play on the swings by himself. When the smallest left, Tae and Jimin started talking about their new babysitter.
"Her hair is super long and kinda soft. And she really likes to play games." Jimin started to explain, still mumbling into his teddy.
"She's really pretty! And smells like strawberries too!" Taehyung said. The group were kinda surprised with Tae's enthusiasm about the girl.
"Sounds like Tae Tae has a crush." Yoongi sang, he poked Tae in the sides while repeating that over and over.
"I do not."
"You better not!" Hobi chimed in, he hadn't been paying attention until now.
"That's my sister your talking about. She's mean, yesterday she threw her shoe at me because I went into her room." Hoseok complained.
"Ooooh, Tae Tae has a crush on Hobi's sister." Yoongi sang again, poking Hoseok this time. Hobi smacked his friends hands away.
"Stop that! I'm getting bored maybe we should play a game." Hoseok suggested. The rest of the boys weren't going to argue, they were getting tired of conversation too.
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The Park Down the Street || Sope✔️
FanficSeven young boys grew up together and played in the park when they were young. Everything was changed when one of the oldest, Yoongi, had to move away. This story follows young Bangtan as they grow up together at the park down the street. (Unedite...