I folded my last clothing article and stood up. I glanced around at my now fully packed up room, goodbye I guess. I walked out my room and shut the door.
I went into the living room as my father had previously instructed. Both my father and mother were lazily lying on the couch looking at something on their shared computer, which was rare since they both had very important duties.
I coughed loudly to get their attention. I guess I coughed a little too loudly seeing as they flinched and quickly shut the computer down. Weird. I decided to shrug it off as nothing, it wouldn't be my place to care anyways.
"Appa, I have finished with my packing" I say pretending not to care about what just happened. They brush their selves off before standing up at the same time.
My father coughs before speaking. "Nice work son, is their anything you would like to do to share your last moments with us?". I think back to when I was young. There was this one amusement park we went to that I absolutely loved. I would often ask to go back their but it seemed like my parents were always busy.
"Remember that amusement park we went to when I was 7?" Father put his face in his hands before sighing. "Son, don't you think you are a bit too old for amusement parks?" My mom steps in. "You're a full grown man now, you really should start acting like one." Wasn't it just an hour ago that father said he loved me? Guess it wasn't enough to respect the memories I value, but it's alright.
"Yes mom ,I guess we can go to the fancy restaurant that just opened in town yesterday. Though I think we need a reservation to get in."
Father finally pulled his head out of his hands. They both looked at each other before shrugging and looking back towards me. "We made a reservation for the restaurant though it was for the day after tomorrow, I guess we can tell them that we changed the date."
I took a deep breath in to overlook the fact that they were planning to pretend that everything was normal even after they just shipped me away.
"Alright" I said and without another word, I went upstairs.
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"La la la la la-" ,
"Shut the fuck up"
"What's got your panties tied up in a bunch"
"Sorry i'm just stressed out, i feel as if something bad will happen within the next few days"
We were headed back to the pack house and the whole way there i felt as if i've fucked up big time."it's alright, you probably feel bad about killing that girl back there" i laugh. "Trust me, i don't. She smelled like french vanilla, I hate french vanilla" And the rest of the trip was silent.
We got to the front of the door and saw a huge commotion. We walked through and we were immediately crowded by people. We tried to push past to see what was happening.
"I feel bad for him." Jimin says upon reaching the front. "He didn't ask to be the sub for the dead alpha" he continues. It was a sight to see, there were rotten tomatoes being thrown everywhere, but all ended up in the same place, his head. Which i thought only happened in movies, apparently not.
Once the crowded dispersed, we decided to talk to the sub, you know, to make him feel better. We walked towards him and the smell of rotten tomatoes intensified. "Hey Hoseok, are you ok?" He turns around slightly flinching from our suddenness.
"Yeah, just fine" he said, eyes lingering on me. We stood there in an awkward silence (bak bak bak). "Umm well i have to go take a shower and all, see you tomorrow- hold up, i won't be here tomorrow, maybe the day afterwards." Jimin speaks up seeing as i couldn't without stuttering. "Yeah see you then" and with that he left.
