the good guy J.JK

ch.1

I sit silently as I watch my mom's tears slip slowly down her cheeks. her eyes resting sadly on the black casket, and the picture of the man she loved leaning against it.

my aunt walks up and places a rose, then she steps out of the line and it's on to the next relative.

I was sad, but I couldn't cry.

if I cry I'm accepting my father's death.

"Y/N"

my eyes snap to my brother as he holds his arms out for a hug.

my smile is sympathetic, his eyes are just as dry as mine and I know he's just as curious as me.

I stand and wrap my arms around his tall figure, feeling him sigh loudly and wrap me just as tightly into his own lengthy limbs.

"taehyung?"I whisper in a small broken voice.

I feel him nod against my head, allowing me to continue.

"your thinking like me right? drug overdose? that's stupid, dad never did drugs"

"Y/N"he leans back to look at me, pushing a strand of hair out of my face "tons of people do drugs without there kids knowing, dad could have been one of them"

my eyes travel to his shoes, shiny and black as the light gleams on them.

"maybe"

I decided to keep my thoughts to myself, an arguement isn't really what I'm looking for at the moment.

"I'm gonna go talk to granny and gramps, you should too"taehyung says, words slipping soothingly like honey dropping into a hot cup of tea on a cold winter night.

"maybe later, I need some fresh air"

he nods his head and turns to the family.

with him gone my sad smile drops and my face is back to curiosity.

my legs turn as I make my way to the staircase, walking down each step with a painfully slow pace.

as my feet stands on the last step, my knees bend and I sit down just as slowly as I got here.

and just like that I zone out again.

the police said he died from drug overdose, but they never said what drug.

they said that they would send in blood samples to a docter, but they have yet to do so.

of course me being the little detective I am, I decided to search my dad's office when I get home.

what better way to start, rather than the crime scene itself?

"Y/N? sweetie? there's something I must talk with you about"

my eyes break and I turn to my mom, looking into her glassy eyes as her shiny red fingernail smears mascara at the corner of her eyelid.

"yes?"I ask.

she smiles sadly and grasp my hands in her shaky ones, gripping them as if they were her last hope.

"i hate to do this to you and your brother, but I just can't stay here in this town, in that house with memories of your father"

my heart skips a beat, anticipating what her next words would be.

"we'll be moving, to daegu, we're leaving next week"

I'm heart broken, leaving behind everything I knew and everything I grew up with only to start a new far away from our simple busan home to a home in daegu. new is simply far from simple.

"why can't we just move out of the house and stay in busan?"

she lets out a sigh, one holding saddness and disappointment.

she was thinking I'd take this lightly of course, for I'm the one who always simply agrees and never stands up for what they think or want, the one to bite their tounge.

for some reason I can't let this slide tho, maybe because I haven't found out the 'truth' about my father's tragic death.

"please Y/N, don't make this more difficult than it already is"

I have a battle in my mind, left brain and right brain arguing at just the perfect time.

"do it for mom, she's your last parent"

"that doesn't matter, this is home"

"alright"I agree, because that's all I know to do.

I can't not agree, it's what I'm good at.

she smiles with content, then pulls me into a not so bone crushing hug.

"thank you, I promise it will be good for us, you'll love daegu"

I'll probably hate it.