Serendipity Fate {kth}

Chapter 32

jinma~ would totally listen to euphoria with this. maybe boy in luv hahahaha :P

The second time Lucas had taken you against your will, not that that ever gets old, he mentioned that there were other ways of learning about what he wanted and that you weren't the only option. What was the other option? It had to be your mother. That's why you forced Namjoon into moving them somewhere safe and guarded as well as tell you their new phone number and address. That's how you were still able to call every night, to simply hear their voice. That was ENOUGH to let you know they were doing okay and for your heart to be at rest.

Would your mother let you leave them permanently? Would they be disappointed with your decision? Your family was not situated in Mokpo anymore but in Daejeon which was closer to the new base and only took an hour drive to get there.

6:12am. Your foot was aching still. Maybe this was a bad idea. You were in no shape to do this. Namjoon would surely let you come visit another time. What if there was no other time? Something terrible could happen. You slapped your cheeks lightly to shake off the thought.

You arrived at a simple cottage that had a large wooden door and was maybe bigger than your old place, the outside walls a straw yellow colour, each window open, crimson curtains bustling in the wind like they would break free any second. It was cold tonight.

It was probably burdening to wake them up but you knew your mother would welcome you all the same with big, open arms. It was their day off from work which made your visit all the more nerve wracking.

No more waiting. You boldly stood at the door and took a deep breath.

Whatever you do, don't cry.

Knock, knock.

Nothing at first. Ringing the doorbell was too much of a hassle. You knocked twice more before doubting if you had got the right place. Maybe you heard wrong. You walked around the small building and then back around to the other side. It made you worry seeing all the windows open at night. That was dangerous, even if they were a little small for a person to pass through.

An exhausted sigh left your lips and you sat down on the low, brick wall surrounding the house, rubbing the top of your foot to distract you from the pain pounding all through the bottom. You really wished you had worn shoes inside now.

Click.

"Y/N?" a quiet voice whispered, as if too scared to be wrong. You snapped your neck 180 degrees to see your mother stood in the partially opened door, wearing a thick woolly cardigan that she had pulled over her chest from both sides.

You instantly jumped up, forgetting your injury and ran over, applying more pressure on your healthy foot as you half jogged, half hopped on over to her.

"Y/N! I- I can't believe it's you honey- what are you- what are you doing here?" they mumbled, obviously still half asleep and you hugged them tightly, the last 7 weeks of crazy activity and fear and anxiety drowning in the hug you gave them. You both waddled inside whilst still hugging and you kicked the door shut using the back of your foot. A habit your mum hated but didn't even see this time. They were in shock. Good shock.

"I'm so, so sorry eomma," you sniffled, your chin resting on their shoulder as they rubbed your back, making sure that you were really right here with them and it wasn't all some weird dream.

"Shh, it's okay." You poked the threatening tears from the inner corners of your eyes and risked pulling away. Your mother's hazel eyes stared back you in pure bliss once seeing your face properly.

"I didn't know how long you'd be gone but it's been a long time, don't you think?" they asked concerned and you took in the environment around you. The old family portrait your father had made you all take part in once La On was born was hanging above a cute, petit fireplace and there were two sofas, a small 4 person dining table, and a kitchenette with a mini island. It was like your dream family place. Not too big but spacious enough for four people. You had always wanted to buy a nicer place than the junky apartment you used to live in. Although you didn't buy this one, it seemed helping the boys paid off in a way you'd forever be grateful for.