Kim Seokjin had battled life before. His tears left unshed, his smile remained on his lips, and his posture was for a royal prince. No one cared about his questioning bruises on his knees, the scars on his shoulders, and his trembling body as he car...
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The rain pattered as they touched against the windows of their dorm. It was fairly cold, no need of air conditioning for they may need blankets to cover up themselves from the chill.
It was a Saturday night, the two oldest hyungs were busy cooking dinner for the members. It's their day (night) off, of course, the group deserved a feast after all their performances that they shed blood, sweat, and tears on. Concerts were exhausting so they deserve a little break.
Yoongi was making Kimchi and Jin was chopping vegetables for the Bibimbap. The members requested for it, and the great and kind Jin-hyung couldn't refuse. Dongsaengs, after all. His dongsaengs that mean the world to him. Hoseok was arranging the table while Namjoon had already found a seat, can't wait to taste the rainbow of flavors popping in his mouth. Only the thought of dinner made by their special chefs made their mouth water. Can't blame them, they missed the taste of their own food since it's been long since they were back to Korea.
The television was open as the news echoed across the dorm. Jimin paid no mind to it as he helped Hoseok to put plates on the table. Taehyung and Jungkook are beside the leader, they smelled the comforting aroma of Japchae while they sit, waiting. Everything looks peaceful, Jin can't help but smile. The members look too happy and excited, all of it was enough for him to put his tender-loving-care in the Japchae. Yoongi laughed at him for being too soft with the dinner (“What, are you changing a baby's diaper?” to which Jin responded with a chuckle).
And even the subtle of things doesn't go unnoticed to him, and he regrets being like that.
“Kim Seojung, the CEO of SJ Enterprises, passed away today. Our condolences to his family and friends—” his past rang into his ears, devouring his shaken fear. It all haunted him now. His eyes remained unfocused, he doesn't realize that the knife from his grip has fallen from his hands onto the cutting board, and everything shattered as his past memories build up. It was swarming him like bees, drowning him like the ocean, and trapping him inside a locked room.
Next second he realizeys, he was gasping for air.
“Stop crying, you brat! You seriously have no shame in yourself! You think this is some kind of circus?!—” he was covering his ears, frail and fragile as he scooted to the corner of the sofa. He was sobbing as he heard his mother arguing with his father.
“He's just a child—”
“No! He's not just a child! He's one of the heirs to the company, and this brat needs discipline to get him in the right behavior!” the man slapped his mother harshly, bringing her figure to the floor. Jin was shaking as his eyes saw the whole scene. He felt shivers up his spine when his father turned to him. Daggers dug into his chest, heartbeat racing as he was gasping through the tears.
