A Tough Life: bts insert (Slow Updates)

chapter one: Home

I looked out the squat car window at the passing scenery as we drove by. Run down

'abandoned " house, busted up cars and enough homeless people to fill Jinju to name a few things that passed my vision. home sweet home. It's been two months since i was here. Not the longest i've been locked up but definitely the most nerve racking, considering all the shit that's been happening with my family see the last time i've been free.

"You sure this is the right place?" Jones asked looking at me and Hyo, my girlfriend, through his rear-view mirror then to the abandend house we were currently parked in front of. "Yep. i said unbuckling my seat belt. Jons rolled his eyes. "Oh come on kid. I take you to a different location every time. When am i gonna take you to your actual house?"

"Jones, you know i trust a cop around my place just as much as id trust a toddler with a loaded handgun with the safety off." i say opening the car door. "Or do you need me to translate that to English for you?

"Ouch. that hurts.

"It's supposed to."

Jones sighed "well be safe. Don't get arrested anytime soon, you might actually beat your record of 3 months this time!" he laughed, calling after us. "Shut up Jones." i couldn't help but brake a smile. Shutting the door i walked to the sidewalk, Hyo standing next to me. We watched and waved as the white and blue car drove a little up the street then made a U turn, going back the way we came. Are waves then turned to middle fingers as the american cop drove off. We laughed and started the walk to my house. "Hay Hyo," i said, she looked up at me with glossy eyes."are you ok? You are quite the hole ride. You usually talk up a storm with Jones." i say with mild concern. She nodded lazily, "yeah, just... just tired."

Her words were slurred and movements sluggish. Something clicked. "Are you...high?" she gave me a lazy smile. "Guilty~" i slapped my forehead. Hard. this was the reason she was locked up in the first place. I was mad. And when i asked where she even got the shit i got madder.

"You got it from the guy in your cell?!" she nodded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You realize it could have been fake right?"

"Of course not." she said as if the idea was preposterous. "He said it was the real deal." i looked at her like she just told me humans can breathe on the moon without suits. "Hyo. you were in PRISON. Do you really expect them to have actual heron?" she just rolled her blood shot eyes, how did Jones not notice this? "You worry too much." i just sighed and kept walking. "If you die it's not my fault.."

We walked up to my door, or rather i did. Hyo was falling behind by a yard or to. Well that's concerning. When she caught up to me i rapped on the door. After a minute a loud "WHO IS IT?" was heard from the other side. I smiled at my mother's paranoia. She could have just looked through the peephole, but she doesn't scene my father was shot and killed looking though one 6 years ago. "Its Satan." i called back "and my head demon." mama yanked the door open and embraced us both in a crushing hug. "MY BABY'S FINALLY HOME!" she exclaimed happily. "Ma...cant... breath.."

"Then suffocate!" she said laughing. "M-Ms... please" Hyo pleaded quietly. Mama gave one last squeeze before letting go. I stumbled back laughing, Hyo fell to her knees gasping quietly. "I mist you too Mama, but you don't have to kill us before get into to house." i said laughing still. "I'm sorry baby" mama said walking back in the house, Hyo crawling after her. I closed the door behind us. "Welcome home Y/N" a voice came from the couch.

I walked to stand behind the boy the voice belonged to "don't sound so excited Jimin." i joked. Jimin looked up at me, his face sad. "Don't tell me your still upset." he already looked like he was about to cry. Jesus Christ.. " he's been ballin since you left" my sister Soo, who was sitting on the couch next to him said.

"No i wasn't!" Jimin yelled defensively, but the tears already running down his puffy face said otherwise. I sighed and walked around the couch so that is was standing in front of him. He kept his head low still sniffling while my little sister flied through channels on the TV, completely unbothered. Well we weren't exactly the most emotional family i guess. I placed a hand on the back of his head and gently pushed his face into my chest, using the other to rub his back awkwardly in a bad attempt to sooth him. Again, not the most emotional family. "Its ok Jimin. Stop blaming yourself it's not your fault." i whispered, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and cried into my chest. Me, being uncomfortable, just stood there letting him cry while trying to comfort him awkwardly.

After about a minute of Jimin soaking my shirt i let my mind wander away from the crying manchild currently attached to my waist, damn i'm hungry. I hope mamas fixing some food. Where are the others? Wonder if they're ok. Is he still crying? Jeez you'd think he'd dry out by now. ... ok so i might be a sociopath. Hyos been quiet. Wonder if she's dead.

As if on cue Soo called my name in that monotone voice of hers. I looked to the set next to Jimin's to find it empty. She called me again and i followed the voice to by the door "yeah?" I asked walking over to her, Jimin now pressed against my back, arms around my waist. He's still sniffling.

"Her pulse is barely there." Soo said, her fingers pressed against the neck of a very pale unconscious Hyo. "shit." was all i could say. Jimin peeked out from behind me "w-we should call 911." I sighed "yeah probably." I keeled down and placed my hands under her armpits " Ma! Were taking Hyo across the street!" I called out

"Ok. jet me get my shoes on" Jimin placed himself between her legs and grabbed her hips. "3. 2. 1. Lift!" we stood at the same time bringing Hyo up with us. I looked at Jimin and laughed at his placement." wow Chimchim your such a pervert. Throwing yourself on an unconscious woman like that." he shot me a playful glare. When Ma got her shoes on we took Hyo to Ms.sweetys house across the street and called 911 on her phone.

When the ambulance got there Ma went with them and me a Jimin went back into the house. "Why do we always go to Ms.sweetys house to call 911?" Jimin asked when we walked through the door. "Cuz its the only house on the block that isn't hiding drugs,weapons, or people."

"Ah." he responded accepting the answer. we sat on the couch next to my sister and watched tv till nightfall.