Darkside

19

"Okay... you can stop right... here!" You exclaim, and the car lurches to a stop right in front of your house.

"This is where you live?" Yoongi asks you, sounding surprised. You nod and get your things, preparing to exit the vehicle.

"Wasn't expecting you to live so close to the Darkside," He murmurs. "Most people try to avoid the area." You shrug in reply, then smile and thank him for the ride, leaving the car quickly before he can ask you any more questions.

It was kind of rude, and you knew, but you weren't really in the mood for it. You were tired from the day and just wanted to finally dive into your comfy bed at home.

Yoongi had agreed to drive you home after you fell asleep on their couch while they were having dinner. 

As you walk into the apartment complex, Yoongi drives away, speeding down the dark road, and you watch as the silhouette of the car slowly gets smaller, until it disappears completely. Sighing, you enter the building and get into the lift, pressing for the number to your desired floor.

You can almost hear your bed calling your name as you quickly unlock the front door, entering the house. However, you almost jump in fear when you see that there are two people sitting on the couch, looking at you with grim expressions.

Your mom and dad are practically glaring daggers at you, causing you to gulp in fear. Turning swiftly to close the door quietly, you just stand there, staring back at them in silence, not knowing if you should say anything.

When the silence soon becomes unbearable, you croak out a quick and quiet "Hi."

That's what finally seems to break the ice. Your father closes his eyes, pressing a hand to his temple.

"Where have you been?" Your mother asks quietly, voice carefully controlled and ice cold.

"I..." You trail off, wondering how to explain. Now that you just found Jungkook, you couldn't afford to lose him again, knowing how your parents would react if they found out that he was a part of the Darkside.

If they called the cops on him, it might be the last you'd ever see of him.

"I was at a friends' place." You tell a white lie, hoping that they'd maybe let you off the hook this time. But obviously, your luck is never that good, and your mom crosses her arms across her chest.

"And you didn't even bother to call us beforehand to let us know?" She scoffs.

"I'm sorry, my phone was-" Your mom doesn't even let you continue, glare getting harder as the fire in her that she was trying to suppress finally breaks out.

"Do you know how worried your father and I were? We called every single one of your friends, even some from your primary! None of them said you were with them. We were this close," Your mom holds up her right hand and pinches her index finger and thumb together, "to calling the police last night."

"And you think that a silly excuse like 'oh, my phone went dead' or 'I was with my friend' is going to make the cut? Don't play with me, Y/N. We've been very loose and easygoing with you, wanting to give you as much space as possible. But this is unacceptable."

Silence follows her words, and you fix your gaze on the wooden floor, feeling waves of guilt roll over you.

"You're an adult now, Y/N." Your dad sighs. "You have to be responsible. We trust you, but you at least should let us know where you're going if you're planning on spending the night elsewhere. We don't live in the best area, so it's easy for us to worry."

You look up to meet your dad's softer gaze. His eyes are bloodshot, and you feel even more guilty when you realize that they both probably stayed up all night, waiting for you to come home.