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8: Back Home

Author's POV

Hoseok sighed as he opened the door to his house. He looked at the heap of bills in the kitchen and sighed again. 

His low self-confidence worsened day by day, turning into a monster of melancholy stirring inside him, threatening to let go any second. 

Yet he's happy.

He doesn't show his problems.

He doesn't complain, like the other ungrateful children in their school. He smiles, because he didn't want to be a source of unnecessary negativity in people's lives. 

It's OK to rant to your friend about it. It's OK to be sad. Hoseok just thought that people should DO something about. See a counselor, and stop making your friends sad 24/7.

However, the boy knew it's not that simple. 

He knew that your lack of parents or tiger parents are the two lost pillars of support. He knew that your autistic sibling is just as frustrated as you are about things. Hoseok knew how bad homophobia, racism, and lookism can get. Hoseok knew.

So he went to school everyday, with a smile on his face.

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Yoongi jerked his head to the side to brush his mint hair to one side. Taehyung sat next to him, on the patio, silent.

"Tae, I have a thought," Yoongi started randomly.

Taehyung looked at his brother. "Yeah?"

"I think..."

Taehyung was patient. He is not as patient and understanding or accepting of anyone other than Min yoongi. Heck, the mint-haired boy was the only one who seemed to be stable in the falling world around him.

"I think.... everyone always doesn't say what they should."

The younger plunged into his thoughts, thinking deeply.

"But, that wouldn't make sense, would it? I mean, it would make sense. Feelings and actions and words don't make sense. That's what makes them so abstract. A hard concept to grasp."

The brown-haired boy nodded. "Makes sense to me."

Yoongi said again, "Well, in the midst of all that, there is something called love. It is arguably the most abstract... thing ever. It's something that has existed for as long as life has, but no one has figured it out yet. Everyone has their own interpretation of love, and they force it upon the person who they want to receive that love. "

Taehyung nodded again. 

"Now, I don't mean romance necessarily. A... a mother who can't take care of her kids could do this. Now, from our perspective, it may seem foolish and selfish, but think about what goes through her mind."

Taehyung's arms were now folded.

"Contrary to popular belief, the mother would probably think about her child when putting it into an orphanage or such. She thinks that she cannot care for it, and that it will be in better hands elsewhere."

"What's your point?" a soft voice asked.

Taehyung's eyes widened. It was too high to possibly be his. Both boys turned around, Yoongi with his pocket gun ready to go.

Seokjin's glare pierced into them, though not threateningly. It was almost as if he dared Yoongi to go on. 

If there was one person who Yoongi feared, it was him. They were good friends, but by now, the eldest has only still been a friend to them. By now, their relationship should've had them questioning if they're related, but Seokjin had always somehow isolated himself from the brothers. It was probably due to moments like these. 

"Do someone's actions or motivation and values define them?"

Seokjin's eyes looked down, almost as if they were shadowed. 

"Nice weather tonight, am I right?" the blonde looked at the Moon in a change of mood. the glimmering moonlight covered his hair, making it seem a threaded golden. They collectively looked over the streets of Seoul.

Taehyung was shaken by the sudden change in Seokjin. He could never get used to the eldest ways of immediately dropping matters for no reason. This only made the brown-haired boy eager to question Seokjin even more.

As they looked, Seokjin said, "I don't want to know."