SEVEN SOULS [Discontinued]

[Chapter 1]

Hey guys, if you have or haven't read the previous chapter, PLEASE read it again. I made some changes, and I want you guys to keep it in mind, I don't want any of you to complain about something that I clearly have told you from the beginning.

And...ENJOY THE RIDE!!!

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"What are you doing in here?"

The pale boy looked up at the man who just talked coldly to him.

"I want to meet my mother." The pale boy answered emotionless.

"Your mother?" the man snickered. "So, you still look at her as your mother?"

"What do you want?" The boy asked, started to get annoyed.

"Go." The man simply answered. "This is not your home anymore."

"I'm not saying this is my home." the boy chuckled, but his stare remained cold and dark. "And I'm not coming back, don't worry, just wanted to meet my mother."

"Who said that you can?" the man crossed his arms, but before the boy could answer, a mid thirty beautiful woman approached them from behind the man.

"Yoongi-ah? Oh my God sweetie, come in come in!"

The boy smirked at the man, before shoving pass him and went inside.

"Hello eomma." Yoongi, the pale boy, hugged his mother. Both of his arms circled around his mother's torso tightly, while the woman put his arms around her son's shoulder, burying his face on the shoulders of her son.

"Yoongi-chi, how are you sweetie?" his mother pulled back, cupping her youngest son's cheek, smiling as Yoongi leaned onto the touch and returned the smile sweetly.

"I'm good, eomma, how are you?"

"Stop acting so nice." The man slammed the front door shut, looking at his youngest son in anger. Yoongi turned around, staring coldly towards the man that he used to see as his father.

"So? I can't be nice towards my own mother?" Yoongi asked calmly, giving the man a sweet smile.

The man scoffed. "Isn't that the thing that you good at? Acting nice after rebelling against your parents' rule?"

"Honey, please stop." The woman tried to calm his husband, but Yoongi stepped in front of her, approaching his father.

"Rebelling against my parents? I'm still your son then?" Yoongi chuckled darkly, shoving his hands inside his pockets. "And the last time I check, I'm not your son anymore, and my mother support me and my dream. So, no, I didn't break anyone's rules."

"Honey, please stop." The woman stepped between his husband and his son, pressing both of her palms on their chest, "I just wanna catch up with my son. If you don't wanna see him, you can go to our bedroom. I'll make sure that you won't meet him again."

The man stared coldly towards his son, before walking and disappearing further into the hallway towards the master bedroom. The woman sighed, turning around then smiled towards his son.

"I'm sorry for that, sweetie."

Yoongi frowned at his mother's words. "Why eomma?"

The woman sighed and rubbed his arms, lowering his head. "I can't make him support you."

Yoongi released a long sigh and pulled his mother into his embrace, placing his lips and nose on top of the woman's hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo. "It's okay eomma."

His mother hugged back, burying his face on his son's chest, trying to cherish the moment that she couldn't enjoy that much anymore from two years ago.

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