❝I'll always find my way to you.❞
❝You can't love.❞
❝It hurts when you say that.❞
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@𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞__ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 ┇
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Started: 13th October, 2019
Ended: 13th April, 2020
***** I might end up re-editing this story if I...
That day you had woken up early in the morning, and hurried to the nearest railway station. Catching the train to Daegu, you reached your old home.
You pressed the doorbell, and the door opened, revealing your mother with a wide smile.
"I missed you." She said quietly, and hugged you. You had no choice but to hug her back. Even though you are heartbroken and pissed out, she is still that same mother that raised you for 20 years.
"We need to talk." You said, getting straight to the point.
"Sure, come on." Her face fell, and she asked you to follow her to the living room. It was still that same living room that you had grown watching.
Talk about nostalgia.
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You sit down on the couch, throwing your head back, and letting a deep exhale.
"You must be tired. You want some of your favorite brownies?" Your mom asked you.
"Mom, cut it. Just... " You stopped seeing your mother's teary eyes.
"I'm sorry." You apologized and hugged her. "It's just so sudden and unexpected. I can't..."
"I understand. Darling, please try to talk it out?" She pleaded.
"Sure." You said.
She left the room after kissing your cheek. Moments later, a boy of your age came in. He had a cold look in his eyes, and was glaring at you. You were intimidated by his visuals, and the way those brown eyes shone with hatred.
Two other boys, older in age, came in. They were the opposite of the previous one, looking calm, composed and serene.
"Hello. You must be Y/N. I'm Kim Seokjin, the eldest. I'm a doctor." He shook your hand.
"Yes, I'm Y/N. I'm currently in university." You forced a smile.
"Kim Namjoon. A lawyer by profession, and the second eldest." He also shook your hand.
Then, moments of silence followed before your mom came in, followed by a well-built man, with broad shoulders and a quiet handsome face.
He took a seat. Your mom sat beside you. The three boys were on the other side.
"So, we are going to marry this month." Your mom said.
"I..." You began softly.
"Yes, baby?"
"We need to talk, in private."
You went to your room. You were crying and trying to convince your mother that you were not yet ready to accept her remarriage.
"Sweetie, your dad left us years ago, and I love this man."
I kept silent. She just rubbed my arm, softly muttering sorry over and over again.
