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mother heart....

On the ride home Yoongi didn't say a word. Totally turned inside himself drawn into his thoughts and memories of the past.
All this time he has been in Alice's house he didn't though about to go visit his home where he used to live. It probably would be broken or burned down.
He would probably not be able to recognize it anymore.
But still...
He would like to pay it a visit when he'll go back to set the gravestone he chose with Seung-Gi.
Seung-Gi made Yoongi think about a dedication, some words Yoongi wanted to be engraved on the big grey stone that will mark her grave forever.

He doesn't know which words he would like to see on it....
He has so much to say, so many words that are waiting to be spoken out, but are still buried deep and hidden inside of his heart.

SG:"Sooo, we're here. Have a rest and go to bed. You got work tomorrow.
When you made up your mind about the engraving, call me okay? You worked hard today. I'm proud of you my boy."

He patted the back of Yoongi's head and smiled at him.

Yoongi just nodded and got out of the car. He went inside when the old man rode the car outside the parking area behind the restaurant.

Yoongi got upstairs right into his room, without noticing anyone or anything.

He took his shower and went to bed.

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* Yoongi-ah, my son, where are you going? *
She asked while walking after the youngster she rose for the last 23 years.

'Eomma, stop asking everytime I go out, where I'm going.'he answers annoyingly.

*MIN YOONGI, I'm your mother, I worry about you a lot my son... I dont want you to get off the right path. Your friends are nice and all... but I... dont like it, you going out at night so much.
Please, you're old enough to know what's right or wrong.
...

Yoongi?

...
Please stay home with me tonight.*

He turned himself to face his overprotective and sweet pouting mother he loved so much. Putting both his hands upon he shoulders and try to calm her.

' Eomma stop looking at me like that...
I'm not staying here...
You know he will come back in an instant.
I cant stand him.' he let go of her and zipped up his black biker jacket.

*Don't say that, he is your father...*
She says to him with a quiet tone.

'Don't say that again he is no father to me!
Stop trying to make him look good in front of me, okay!' Yoongi is getting mad at those repetitive words.

*Don't yell Yoongi...I'm your mother...*

'I'm sorry mom, I didn't want to scare you. I love you eomma, it's just....

As soon as he gets home, he's probably drunk again, he'll start fighting out of nowhere, then he'll be aggressive and provocative with me.
Beating me until he gets tired.
And since you can not stand to see me on the ground you intervene and cash in even more beating.
You know that I can not stand this and defend myself.
Then the neighbor will call the police and I have to pay in which I spend the night in prison as he will blame me for being disrespectful to my parent.
Like it happend the last 73 times since I turned eighteen. '
His mother knew all of this but she didn't want to lose her son by distancing him from herself. He was the reason she still didn't gave up on life yet.

'Stop crying eomma.
Listen...
I'm with my friends....we hang out and I'll be home soon. Ok?
Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.'he wiped her tears and kissed her forehead.

'Fine..I'll tell you...

Taehyung and Jimin found a new job in the night shift in a store.
Namjoon got me a chance to introduce myself to the new boss.
Jin told me yesterday that I should do proof work. At least one night.
That's tonight.....
Hoseok and Jungkook will meet me at the bus station in minutes.
I have to hurry...' his mother knew that he wouldn't lie.

*But Yoongi, you already work for Seung-Gi. He occupies you since you are 13 years old. Isn't that enough?*
She asked her son

'No, it is not. Yeah the old man is trying his best to make work for me..
But it is only the blooming season that makes work, worthy. I need something for the none blooming time to work on.

We need money mom.
You're sick you need your medication and treatment. Your husband takes all my money for his alcohol and his game addiction. I'm sick of it.

I promise to you one day....
We will go away from here..
Just you and me....
I'll take care of a new place to live, I'll provide food and clothes for you.
You dont have to worry about anything anymore.
I promise....
I just need a little more time to save more money... that's all.'he was sure on himself.

* Yoongi-ah, try to understand. I'm worried, and...* he shushed her...

'it's okay. Just.... trust me.'

*Yoongi, be careful. Promise me!*

' I promise, eomma. 나는 너를 사랑해.
naneun neoleul salanghae.'

*I love it when you kiss my forehead.
I love you to my son.*

'don't wait for me ok.'he called out while leaving.

*Be careful! *

Her smile....her beautiful smile.....

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Y:"What..? ", he looked halfsleep and confused around his room.

His alarm was still ringing for him to wake up.

.......

Then he knew...

' it was all a dream?'.