Come back

Chapter 6

Chapter dedicated to Inky_Purple

Hiroki's P.O.V

I stood in front of my parents' house and stared intently at the door. They had repainted it. In a different colour. I didn't know why but the fact that they'd done that made me incredibly sad. What other changes had they made? What would I see when I walked in? Just by looking at the door made me realize that I'd been gone for too long, and that this wasn't anymore the house I'd grown up in. Not completely at least.

I shook my head to shake away those thoughts and took a deep breath. This was the first time in a year that I'd see my parents, and I couldn't become all emotional by just looking at the door. So I decided to get it over and done with, and rang the doorbell. I had to wait for a short while before someone came.

When the door opened, I looked up to see my mom looking at me in shock. I wasn't surprised, I hadn't told them that I was coming. I didn't want them to worry as to why I was suddenly coming home more than necessary. And I also didn't want to tell them over the phone what happened.

"Hiroki?" She didn't seem to be able to believe her eyes, but I didn't blame her. She hadn't seen me in two years, and we hadn't spoken much in that time. And now here I was.

"Yeah, it's me." I shuffled my feet nervously and tried to gauge if she was still mad at me. I had left home after all without asking for their permission, basically running away. And last time we had spoken I had been mean to my father. She had every right to slam the door to my face because of my disrespect.

But she didn't, although her eyes were cold with anger. She stepped aside and motioned for me to come in. Which I did.

I stepped in, pulling the suitcase along with me and took my shoes off at the entrance. I then left my suitcase there and followed my mother to where I supposed my father was. Unless he was away working. But he tried to work as much as possible from home, writing songs and practicing dancing in his studio here. At least that was how it was while I still lived with them. My confirmation that he was home came when I heard several male voices in the living room, which stopped speaking once my mother and I came in. I quickly looked around before bowing. I saw that there was my father, who looked so shocked to see me, and some of his Japanese friends, although his group member Min Yoongi was also there. Why did he have to be there? I was terrified of him and I was pretty sure my father would have told him everything that had happened and then I'd have to go through not only my parents' anger and disappointment but also Yoongi's. I was in for some fun time.

Once I stood from my bow, I remained with only my head bowed. I knew that I was in a critical situation right now and I wanted to avoid as much as possible to make it worse. Maybe my father would let it pass, but my mother thought values such as respect and obedience towards your elders, and in particular towards your parents, were very important, and she would let nothing pass.

One of my father's friends spoke up. "Isn't that your son, Hoseok?"

"Yes. It seems that the young man decided to visit his parents after two years. Welcome back, son."

At these words, before I could react, Yoongi shot up and dragged me away, saying that he needed to speak to me for a while. I was pretty sure that the people there would be quite shocked too. Yoongi never did this kind of thing, he usually just exploded in front of everyone and then you had to go through the pain and shame of getting yelled at and cursed at in front of everyone. I hoped that this would be less painful, as there was going to be no one.

I tried to keep up with him, mostly to save my arm from getting pulled out. We finally stopped in front of my old room. Yoongi pushed me towards the door.

"Go in."

I obeyed, slowly opening the door and going in. Once I saw the interior, my eyes opened in shock.

Bare.

Everything was bare.

They had taken away all the furniture and things in the room, leaving nothing except the lamp.

I was so absorbed by the lack of things that I jumped at Yoongi's voice.

"Sit."

At the barely contained anger in his voice, I swallowed all my questions and hurried to kneel on the floor, as there was no place to sit. He, in contrast, remained standing. I didn't look up at him though, but bowed my head and looked at his feet. I didn't want to see his anger, I knew that I'd hear it soon enough. Suddenly I wished that we had remained with the others. Kneeling here in front of him, waiting for his outburst, was already such a painful experience in itself.

I heard him take a deep breath before the outburst of insults.

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Hi there!

I hope you liked this super long chapter, I did my best after such a long absence.

Im really sorry for being absent and not publishing anything for over a month. But I was busy with exams and then I didn't feel well enough to post anything. If you're still here, thank you so so much. I'll try not to take so long in the future😔

What do you think Yoongi is going to tell Hiroki? And his parents? I'm curious about your thoughts. And, to be honest, I don't really know what they're going to say to him and I'm looking for inspiration😅

Just, for any ARMY (for those who don't know, ARMY=BTS fan and BTS is the Korean group in which Hoseok and Yoongi are) out there, the story takes place when they're a lot older than now (Hoseok has a grown child after all). So if their characters don't really fit their personalities, blame it on age. But if you see something that makes absolutely no sense with their personalities, let me know and I'll try to change it. But please don't be aggressive about it.

Anyway, I'll try to put up the next part soon, but I don't know when exactly. And would you guys want a Q&A some time soon? Or not?

Have a good day/night/evening!💖