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It wasn't Soobin, I hoped it was him. the tall teenager's name was Seo Do-yun who recently moved from Japan after living there for seven years, he was born in South Korea yet his mother believed after his father's death in 2013 it would be best to raise him elsewhere. He was friendly, and his coffee eyes shimmered in the afternoon sun, he always flashed a bright and cheerful smile. We got along well for the 15 minutes we talked for, we waved by as we parted and I continued my tedious lonely journey home, back to the home where it used to be my alcoholic, abusive dad and I but now Miyeon is there, and the house feels different as it should be.

When I opened the front door, I was greeted by the smell of pasta boiling in the pot and a friendly big hug from Miyeon. "welcome home Y/N did you have a good day at school?" Miyeon questioned as she let go and took a few steps backwards to give me some room, "it was...ok" I gave a small smile as I glanced at my shoes which then my eyes directed to the tiles which were recently cleaned and sparkled like millions of diamonds on display. It would take time, but I will have to learn to accept Miyeon although I never want to, I did hope Miyeon could restore my dad's happiness. "Y/N" I heard my dad bluntly say as he walked up to me, I was bewildered. Why did he say my name?, then I thought it was to show Miyeon he was a good father. "yes?" I responded, looking at him my face showing utter confusion, "work during weekends also, you have to move out soon." he spoke in return of my question and made his way to check on Miyeon his beautiful future wife. What was I expecting him to say? 'I'm sorry for hurting you badly and starving you?' I would be surprised If he did apologise, but I knew I wouldn't get it. I sighed deeply, and my head began to ache, I glanced at the stairs and proceeded my way up them at a slow pace.

I pulled back the curtains to let the ray of golden sunlight shine throw the windows better, collapsing on my bed, I kicked off my shoes letting it scatter around the room. I laid my head back on my pillow and watched the ceiling, letting my mind free. It was instantly filled with thoughts of Soobin, his silky midnight hair and dark chocolate eyes, smooth pale skin. I loved him, Yoongi knows where he is, I wanted to see him, hug him and let all my worries fade away with the wind. "Y/N?" Miyeon called and pulled open my door, I looked at her and her lips curved into a smile. "I made food if you want to come down, your new stepbrother is coming with his aunt" the words left Miyeon's mouth which I quickly muted out, new stepbrother?. I didn't know why Miyeon decided to date my dad, we aren't rich, and he's 40. It didn't make sense, I didn't understand what was happening, I want my mom to return, somehow from the dead.

"O-Ok." I stuttered, and she closed the door gently, giving me the quietness I had before. The doorbell rang which made me flinch was Miyeon's son is here now?. "Y/N get down here!" my dad screamed, I stumbled off my bed, I ran down the stairs to not make my dad furious from my late arrival. "Lee Y/N meet your new stepbrother, Hayoon" Miyeon announced as the young boy stepped out from behind her, he glanced up at me looking at me with those hickory brown eyes. His coal-black hair was messy, and out of place, his pale skin sparkled in the bright white light of the foyer. "Hello..." he muttered and looked down shyly, I thought he would have been more hyper since that's what a kid does base on my past experiences with one. "Hi" I whispered gently and looked back at Miyeon who was still smiling brightly. I glanced at my father, who's eyes were focused on Hayoon. He looked at him softly, a way he never did to me since the day I was born.

I told Miyeon I didn't feel like dinner, I never have been in the mood for dinner. I didn't really want to see Hayoon either, it's not like I dislike him it's I just met him. my finger holds the slim page of the book as I sit on my snug bed, I heard a knock on my door. As Hayoon slowly opened it, he glanced around my room before his eyes met mine."Hello Y/N..." he murmured, and his fingers slowly let go of the handle, Hayoon held a piece of white paper in his other hand which got me perplexed. "I-I drew this for you..." his shyness shone through his voice as he stuttered, he dropped the paper on the floor before running off as a flush of redness creeps across his cheeks from embarrassment. I picked up the paper and looked at it, it was a simple white daisy like the colour of snow with sage grass and the butterscotch sun in the corner, standard kid drawing I expected nothing more. I appreciated it, I rummaged through a box under my bed and pulled apart a chunk of my blu tack and stuck the drawing above my bed. I was glad he was nice although I basically chose to avoid him, I liked his basic kid drawing. I glanced out the window and my eyes made out a tall male standing straight on the other side of the road, he dressed in black and hid his face, but I could feel his eyes piercing into my soul.

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