different || sope

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He wouldn't stop bugging me about going to see my parents, but I don't want him to see them... to see how different they are from me.

I don't look like them, I don't look like my brother.

My skin is pale, I have black hair that i dye brown to look more like them. I have dull brown eyes, they have pretty green eyes.

I hate it. I always have. I'm grateful that they adopted me, but sometimes you just want your own parents to be here with you.

"Hoseok are you ok," yoongi looked worried, but if anything I should have been the nervous one.

We were going to see my parents... the people who adopted me.

"Yes I'm fine... just a little nervous for you to see my parents," he laughed and hugged me.

"It's fine... just think about all the things that make you happy," he let go of me, and I already began to miss his embrace.

I sighed, there was a beep from outside. I grabbed our bag and we began to walk towards the vehicle that would be bringing us to see my family.

The ride was long and dreadful. I was scared to see his reaction when he saw the difference between them and I.

I was short. My parents were tall. I came from the korea and they came from america... I could list more but I would just be dragging myself further into the pit of misery.

"Cheer up," he put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me, "what's the big deal, we are just going to see your parents... right?"

I shook my head yes, not wanting to speak... too afraid to hear how my voice would come out.

The car came to a holt and we were here... in front of my parents house.

I had been keeping this secret from him for so long, I was also scared that our amount of trust wouldn't be the same... why couldn't I tell him before today.

We walked up the path, which felt like an eternity, when it was only seconds. Yoongi knocked on the door, and the women that was my supposed mother answered the door.

The women with long brown hair, pretty green eyes, and an american accent.

"Oh hi," she said excitedly. She reached for yoongi and hugged him tight, she then hugged me, "hoseokie I missed you so much, why don't you and yoongi come here more," she laughed and so did yoongi.

We walked into the house putting our things down. Everyone else was sitting in the living room.

The others, who looked different.

Why am I thinking like this.

They all greeted yoongi with the biggest smiles and to my surprise he didn't seem to be put off by anything... that is until he pulled me over to the side.

"hoseok... do you have something to tell me," he questioned me.

I couldn't get any words out of my mouth. My tongue was tied, and he began to grow impatient.

"baby... I'm not mad, just-just a little... I don't know," he paused, "I'm just shocked that you didn't tell me you were adopted."

"How could you tell?" I don't know why I asked the question. I already knew the answer...

"You're different."

I felt a tear slide down my face.

A time when I needed my real parents.