With many things happening so fast in his 17 years long life, Seokjin could barely remember how he got to where he was, all he knew is that he's sick. Very sick. Orphaned after an accident he could barely recall and only saw in his nightmares, he wa...
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The youngest in family was done changing his clothes into his warm comfortable pyjamas and came out of his shared room, after taking his pill.
Slowly coming down the stairs, his constantly pale cold feet covered in his warm white slippers, he caught his mother's attention.
"Did you take your pills?" She asked, slowly stirring the ladle in the hot soup pot.
"Yes Mom."
"Then come eat." The mother smiled and ladled some soup in the bowl.
Seokjin nodded, walked to the table and sat down on his usual place on the floor next to his brother.
"There you go sweetheart." Mrs. Kim talked with a smile, putting the soup-filled bowl on his side of the low table. "I made fish soup, your favourite."
"Thanks Mom." Seokjin thanked her with a small bow, then picked his spoon and started eating.
It took him few fish soup spoons, and Namjoon few pork bites, before the house's door opened, attracting everyone's attention, and the family's father walked in.
"Good evening." He greeted, coming in with a smile on his face.
"Good evening, sweetheart." Mrs. Kim walked to her husband who immediately knew what to do next. Their lips touched and they went on for a long love kiss.
With an embarrassed smile the boys turned their heads to eachother, both attempting to avoid looking at their parents' intimate moment.
"Explicit content." Namjoon jokingly mouthed to his little one who let escape a quiet laughter.
"Hey boys!" A masculine voice interrupted their short silent conversation, they turned their head to the man.
"Hi dad." Namjoon soon greeted back, getting his father to caress his head.
"Good evening." Seokjin joined with a respectful bow respectfully.
"Seokjin! Finally you thought of coming to us!!" Mr. Kim cheered loudly while hugging the youngest, making him smile and giggle again. "Welcome home welcome!"
After Mr. Kim changed himself into more comfortable outfits, he happy family started eating their food while Jin and Namjoon were talking about their day at school.
The father was interrupted by his wife pinching his leg under the table. As he looked at her, she shook her head at him.
The question indeed made Jin's heart sink, and felt as if he was running out of breath.
He had always hated to talk or even think about that particular topic, it made him deeply regret his life choices he made in the past.
