He Loves Me... He Loves Me Not••• A Taehyung x Jungkook Fanfiction

~Full Recap of BamBam's Discovery~

BamBam's POV(In flashback form.)

"Ouch!" I screeched in pain. As I was starting to get some ingredients for making instant ramen, I felt a huge pot strike me on my big toe. The pain coursed through my body like my toe was Indiana Jones, and this time he didn't escape the big boulder, rather, he got ran over by it. The boulder being the huge pot, right now.

"Fuck." I muttered the curse word out loud. Cooking was always a hassle in my house, after all the events that have occurred over the past couple of years, of course. Being independent was a skill I've learned over the years. How can two adults just abandon their child like trash on the side of the road like that? "It's at times like this in which I would really appreciate having a motherly figure in my life... why can't they ever be home?! Don't they know how much I miss them? Hmph... they obviously don't know how to raise a child even if they were given a trillion dollars!"

After a few more angry thoughts, I start to feel rapid amounts of blood start coursing through my veins, my heart, skipping 15 miles a minute. My palms start trembling at the thought of even a body part of my parental figures. A headache starts to take form, making me begin to lose my train of thought, along with my eyesight. "Can't think, can't walk, can't do anything right. I need something to calm my nerves!" I thought. When my thoughts were completed, I immediately started tearing the house up and down, searching for my wallet. "Arg... where the hell is it?! I would ask my maid for assistance, but I don't want her to know what I'm looking for, so... that's out of the question.

My racing thoughts stopped for a minute. I grabbed my wallet to check for my secret pack of blunts. "Aish... I'm smart. I knew I would need this sometime this week. It's been rough, but this will do the trick. I don't have that many left, so I had better be sure to save some for another time." I grabbed one out of my wallet and placed my wallet back where I first got it. Now I just need to get a lighter... "Oh! I almost forgot! I need to make a note of where I put my wallet, so I won't have to interrogate the entire house again." I said in my head. I pulled out my phone and began to make the note. "~ Wallet is in undergarments drawer.~" I said to myself in my head. "Alright, that's done. Now to look for a lighter. Aish.. how am I even able to think right now?! I have to try REALLY hard to focus. "Focus, FOCUS!" I said in thought. After I left my room, I closed the door and headed straight for my "parents" room. As I was walking up the stairs to go to their room, I heard my maid call me by my full name, seeking my presence. "Bam Bob Robert, can you please come here?" "Aish, what is it that she could possibly want? I hope it's not about them." I thought silently as I slouched down the stairwell.

Three minutes later...

"I still can't find her! What the hell?! Maybe I should shout back and just ask where she is instead of searching for myself..." I spoke in my head. "Anastasia! Where are you?!" I cried out. "I'm in the master bedroom, sir!" Anastasia replied back. "Alright, I'm coming!" I yelled back. "Weird... it sounded like she wasn't close by... I must be losing it." I scolded myself. I was walking back up the stairwell and I got to the master bedroom, which is my parent's room. I opened the door, and I was greeted by my maid, Anastasia, giving me this concerned, but friendly look on her face. "Good evening, sir. There is a matter of utter importance that must be discussed between the two of us. I'd suggest you take a seat." Anastasia patted the bed, as a gesture for me to have a seat. I walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge. Anastasia walked up just as I sat down, and shut the door, so no one else could hear the conversation. "Would you like me to lock the door for privacy reasons, sir?" Anastasia offered. "Sure, that would be fine." I agreed. When I agreed for her to lock the door, she first locked the door, after that, she pulled out a chair from behind the door and sat in front of me. "So, what's the issue that you had to discuss with me?" I asked with a concerning tone. "Before I say what I am about to say, understand this. No one else has told me to bring this up. Absolutely nobody. I merely have been observing and noting what I see around the household. And also understand this. I care for you as a human being and I never want to hurt you or the family at all. Do you understand?" Anastasia carefully explained. "Yes Anastasia, I do. Now, will you kindly tell me what the issue is?" I asked once again. "Alright. It concerns your parents. They..." She began to speak. "No. Please do not mention them. I absolutely don't want any association with them." I cut her off mid-sentence. "Yes, yes I understand that sir. But this is a matter of utmost importance. But please, I beg of you... hear me out, afterward, if you really do not want to speak about this topic, you may leave." Anastasia replied. "I can comply with that. Now, I may not like my parents, but I can tolerate you, Anastasia. So, please continue." I said. "Thank you, sir. Now, regarding your parents..."