A Warehouse Full of Memories || BTS x Reader

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Trigger warning: Sexual Assault

Ch.42

Taehyung's P.O.V.

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Seokjin got really mad that Jimin gave up on finding him. It was really funny to hear him whine at the blonde. Then he ended up getting mad at me for laughing! I couldn't help it when his voice sounds like that. We both ended up getting scolded, but who was the real child in the situation? That's what I wanted to say but I decided to let Seokjin get his way. That's when he made us actually dig for the drugs and sure enough, they were still there. How dare he make us work as revenge? Hyung could be so mean! Once he was satisfied, he said to put the shovels in the back and now we could ride back home. We weren't supposed to do what Namjoon asked us!

Whatever. It's too late. With a big pout, I enter the truck with Jimin. He instantly fell asleep while Seokjin started driving out of the area. We didn't talk since we could both be pretty loud. We let Jimin rest so I decided to sleep too. But why was it so hard? After shoveling for half an hour, you'd think you'd be tired. I was still energized from all the playing. Then even the question from Jimin was poking at my brain. Did Namjoon really ask him that? Why would he? It didn't make sense to me. The thought of the gang ending was horrifying. I got the warehouse for them and I had no idea what I would do without any of the members. They're so important to me.

Out of the first years, it's obvious that the gang means more to me. I latch onto things for memories just like Namjoon does who I admire so much. Yoongi does the same of not wanting things to change. We all don't want people to leave because this is our family. One where blood doesn't really matter. In the end, we bleed the same color. I'm so grateful that the gang exists. Especially to Hoseok and Namjoon who found me and saved me. That's why they're so special to me and why the gang jokes that I'm their child. I had just finished middle school and I was going to start high school once summer ended. Things weren't looking so bright for me. My home life wasn't the best and still isn't, but it was worse then. That's around the time that Mom passed away and her husband began to change.

We used to be a happy family. Then she got sick all of a sudden and we obviously couldn't afford all the hospital bills. Though she left four young children, her widow took it the worst. My eldest sister was going to help take care of me and my two younger brothers. We were a big family. My two younger brothers were so young and needed a strong parent in their lives. The man called my father only locked himself in his room, forgetting that he had four kids to take care of. Even if my sister was going to help, she was still a kid herself. I don't see Yeona that often anymore. She lives with our aunt now after the incident and goes to an all girl's high school. My brother's and I live with our grandparents since that piece of sh*t lost the right to raise his children. I don't know where he is anymore, and I don't care. If he's dead then the world is a better place.

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Gisu and Hojun were taking naps on the floor after crying for the longest time. They miss Mom and so did I. She was always so kind and filled with so much warmth. She really made this family shine, so it hurt to know she was gone. She won't come back no matter how hard I cry. Dad refused to act tough and hasn't left his room in weeks. I understood in the beginning. He needed time to recover from losing the love of his life, but he hasn't gotten better. Gisu is in fourth grade and Hojun is in kindergarten. They're young and need their father. Yeona is in her second year of high school and I'm in my last year of middle school as a ninth grader. We weren't that young anymore. We could actually take care of ourselves a bit, but we were still kids.

Yeona was pacing around the living room as I crushed a cockroach under my feet. Those ugly things were everywhere. I didn't want them getting anywhere near Gisu and Hojun who slept on a dirty quilt on the ground. We didn't live in the best conditions. It was livable though, so I couldn't complain. I had stopped crying over Mom an hour ago. Yeona refused to show any tears. She only cried during the funeral. Now she tries to act brave. She was trying to be a dependable big sister, but I didn't want her to bottle it all up inside. We were all outside of Dad's room which was the only room in the house. It used to be shared by him, Mom, and my younger brothers. Yeona and I would sleep on the floor outside. Things have changed now that he refuses to let anyone in the room.