{a/n~chapters are starting to get longer so uh sorry about that but don't worry they'll start getting shorter again. (that's probably a lie) also disclaimer this chapter starts off with a LoT namjin yeE yEe}

"Before I go I need you to do me another favor.", Taehyung stated.

"What is it?" Seokjin questioned as he ran his hand through Namjoon's hair.

The twos position at the moment was that Seokjin sat upright in his bed while Namjoon rested his head in his lap.

"It's about-,"

"Jungkook?"

"Yeah, can you-,"

"Sure, but the kid is hungover. I'm not getting him Gucci just so he can throw up in it. He's getting whatever I feel like getting him, and that's final."

Taehyung nodded, "I don't mind. I mean I'm still grateful for the clothes you got him last time. Okay, well I have to go now."

Namjoon lifted himself up on his elbows causing Seokjin to stop messing with his hair, "Where are you going?"

"To see my parents."

Namjoon nodded, "Tell them I said hi.", he said oblivious to Taehyung and his parents relationship.

"I don't want you going to see them."

Namjoon looked at Seokjin as if he was crazy. Seokjin gave Namjoon the same expression. "What? I said what I said."

Taehyung sighed, "Hyung-,"

"Taehyung."

"I have to go." Taehyung shrugged, "It's been forever. Baekhyun says mom has news. If I don't go for myself then I need to go for him."

Seokjin shook his head, "After what happened last time you're still willing to go?"

Taehyung nodded.

"Be careful."

"I will." And with that Taehyung shut the door behind him.

At this point Namjoon started to become uneasy. Taehyung never talked about his parents. That was literally his first time hearing about them. Cleary, the relationship he had with them was unhealthy. If Taehyung didn't tell him about it then it was for a good reason, therefore he decided not to pester and question Taehyung about it.

With these thoughts going through Namjoon's mind he sought it best to change the subject. He faked a gasp, "You're actually being a decent human being to him."

"To who?"

"To he who shall not be named."

Seokjin grinned then snacked Namjoon in the back of his head. "Who the hell are you talking about, dipshit?"

"Ouch! Jungkook!"

"Oh. Well what's that suppose to mean?"

"I don't know. At first you just seemed so apprehensive about him. You didn't even bother to learn his name. Let alone breathe in his general direction. Now you're buying clothes for him. When's the last time you even grabbed me a cup of water?"

"Sweetie, let's get things straight. I'm still apprehensive about him. Okay? Now get off of me. I need to go."

Namjoon purposely applied more of his weight on Seokjin's lap to prevent him from getting up. "No, don't go. Stay with me."

"No, thank you."

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at Seokjin. "You're so mean."

"I try."

They both laughed before Namjoon cupped Seokjin's cheeks and pulled him down so that he could give him a kiss. Seokjin eyed Namjoon suspiciously, "What do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Namjoon sarcastically asked back.

Namjoon pressed his lips against Seokjin's causing the two to have a chaste kiss. Namjoon couldn't help but to smile when Seokjin didn't push him away. Seokjin noticed this and groaned into the kiss, "I fucking hate you."

"I love you too."

Seokjin finally pushed Namjoon away. Namjoon rolled onto his stomach and blushed into the covers.

Seokjin stood up from his bed and made his way over to his closet to pick out an outfit to wear for the day. "I'm going to get that kid the most generic cheap outfit that I can find."

"I wanna go."

"No."

"Yes."

"Namjoon, no."

"Namjoon, yes."

"If I say yes will you finally shut up."

Namjoon shot his head up from the blankets. "Yes," He squeaked.

"Okay then."

"So is that a yes?"

"No."

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"I think Jungkook would like this."

"Did I ask?"

"Okay, well fine then." Namjoon sighed putting a crop top back on the rack. "I'm just trying to help, ya know?"

"I didn't ask for your help though. And Taehyung asked me to pick out an outfit for Jungkook. Not you."

"Whatever. I'll be back."

Seokjin quirked an eyebrow as he examined a skirt, "Where are you going?"

"Doesn't matter because I'll be right back."

Seokjin scoffed at Namjoon's sudden boldness when not even twenty minutes ago he was acting like a five year old. And since he was acting like one Seokjin decided to treat him like one. "If you're not back here in ten minutes I'm leaving without you."

"Oh babyboy you wouldn't dare."

Seokjin's jaw dropped down hearing those words escape Namjoon's lips.

Namjoon smirked and leaned in closer to Seokjin and peeked his cheek. "As I said before, I'll be right back."

Namjoon turned on his heel and walked off. A bright red blush slowly found itself on Seokjin's cheeks, but he quickly brushed it off. "Dipshit."

He put the skirt back and instead picked up a pair a black skinny jeans with holes.

After picking out an entire outfit for Jungkook, Seokjin made his way to the register.

"Good morning, sir. Did you find everything okay?"

Seokjin nodded as he handed over the clothing. He scanned the rest of the store trying to spot Namjoon. With no luck he got his phone out and went to his contacts.

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Dialing...

"User not available at-,"

Seokjin clicked his tongue and mumbled under his breath, "Where is that fucker? Because I swear to god I will leave his ass."

"Sir, that'll be one hundred and two dollars and eighty-nine cents."

"I'll pay for this. Here you go."

"Thank you, sir."

Seokjin's head shot up from his phone hearing the familiar voice. He was so ready to cuss Namjoon out. That was until he realized that the familiar voice didn't come from Namjoon. It came from another familiar face. Someone who he didn't want to see. His words got caught in his throat upon seeing him.

"What are you doing here?" Seokjin questioned straightening his back out putting his phone away.

"Just saw you walking in here and decided to stop by and say hello. Is that a problem, Seokjinnie?" The man questioned grabbing Seokjin's chin, forcing Seokjin to look him in the eyes.

Seokjin avoided eye contact. "Not at all," he answered clenching his teeth moving his face away from his grip. "Why would it be?"

"You know since you've been avoiding my calls I thought my sudden appearance would in fact be a problem. Silly of me though, isn't it?"

"It is." Seokjin grabbed the receipt and the bag that had Jungkook's new clothes in it. "If you don't mind me I have to go." Seokjin began to walk away as the other just rested against the register watching him.

"Really? So soon?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you forgetting something, angel?" The man queried pointing at his cheek, implying that he wanted a kiss.

Seokjin stopped in his tracks and turned around, forcing a fake smile. "Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Thank you for paying for this. Even though it wouldn't have put a dent in my back account. Now would you excuse me I must be on my way."

Seokjin finally let himself breathe once he made it out of the department store. He rubbed his temples before making his way to his car.

When he got in the driver seat he immediately started up the engine.

Suddenly the passenger side's door swung open.

Then Seokjin couldn't breathe again. His body went stiff.

"Wow. You were really going to leave me weren't you?" Namjoon laughed settling into the passenger's seat.

Seokjin let out an exasperated sigh and a small smile found itself on his lips. He has never been more grateful to see Namjoon.

"Of course I was. If you haven't figured it out yet I don't like you, Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon flashed Seokjin a smile, showing off his dimples. Seokjin couldn't hold eye contact much longer with Namjoon or he would blush, so he broke it and lowered his gaze.

And there by Namjoon's feet he spotted it. A bag- two bags from Victoria's Secret.

"What the hell is that?"

"A present."

"For who? Oh God, don't tell me you bought Jungkook lingerie."

"Nope."

"Then what-,"

"It's a present for you."

"I'm sorry? But I don't wear-,"

"I wanted to try something new tonight. If you don't mind."

"Who said I was free-,"

"I checked both of our schedules, and I know for a fact that you are free. And if something just so happens to come up then say you're busy. Okay?"

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After getting Jungkook through the morning and staying with him for a bit, Taehyung soon had to leave.

He avoided telling Jungkook the truth about where he was actually going and who he was going with. To Taehyung though, Jungkook had no right to know in the first place...So?

Jungkook laid in Taehyung's bed curled up into a ball. Before he dozed back off to sleep he couldn't help but to think how much he missed Taehyung's touch. Not his lips on his, but how his arms wrapped around his waist when they cuddled. They fit perfectly. Not only that, but he felt protected. He felt...at ease.

Soon his mind wondered off again.

He thought about Taehyung's brother. Who was he? Why has Taehyung never mentioned him before? Most importantly why did his voice sound so familiar?

Now that he really thought about it...Who's room was at the end of the hall?

Jungkook puffed out his cheeks as he turned over to lay on his other side. He furrowed his eyebrows seeing an entire outfit laid out on the edge of the bed.

When did that get here?

He sat up and scooted closer. He checked the sizes of the clothing before rolling out of the bed.

He grabbed the sweater and held it up to his chest in front of the mirror. He did a quick spin before smiling to himself.

He swiftly took off the oversized shirt Taehyung let him wear after taking a shower that morning just to put on the oversized sweater.

He wiggled his head through, slipped his arms through, then finally straightened it out. "I. Look. Adorable." Jungkook stated still gawking at himself in the mirror.

A few rooms down the hall Jimin laid in his bed as he scrolled through social media while everyone else in the house was just going about their day minding their own business. The others were all use to having nights like those so hangovers were nothing to them at this point, unlike poor Jungkook. It was his first time, and he was already swearing that he would never do it again.

Jimin was a bit salty at the fact that he didn't get to go out with the others the night before, but then again just the thought of even seeing Hoseok and Yoongi being so close to each other pissed him off.

Who the fuck did Yoongi think he was-...Hoseok. Who the fuck did Hoseok think he was feeling all over Yoongi like that?

He rolled his eyes at the thought and checked the time on his phone.

11:27am

Jimin's eyebrows met together. "Why do I feel like I should be doing something important right now?"

11:28am

Jimin scratched his head. He went over his schedule in his head, and realized that he had nothing planned. So, what was he forgetting-

He gasped, "Jungkook!"

He quickly shot up from his bed and ran over to his door. He tripped over his own foot in the process. "Fuck! Damn! Shit! Fuck!"

He groaned as he stood back up. He opened his door with one hand while the other hand held his injured foot. When he opened the door he was faced with a confused Yoongi just standing in the middle of the hallway holding a bag of skittles.

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem?" Yoongi questioned watching Jimin turn bright red.

"Nothing," Jimin quickly said dropping his foot. "But what are you up to?" He continued trying to change the subject.

Yoongi tossed a skittle into the air and caught it with his mouth before answering, "I'm about to go chill with Hoseok."

Jimin's facial expression, along with his mood immediately changed. "Oh."

"Yeah, we're just gonna play some video games. You can join us if you want."

"Nope, sorry I'm busy."

"Busy doing what? We weren't assigned any missions today-,"

"Busy ignoring Hoseok."

"...Oh my."

Jimin awkwardly smiled at Yoongi as he brushed past his shoulder. He then did a slight jog to get to Taehyung's bedroom.

He knocked on the door. "Jungkook."

No response.

He knocked even harder. "Jungkook-ssi!"

Suddenly the door swung open right before he was going to knock yet again.

There in front of him stood Jungkook with messy hair, an oversized black sweater that gave him sweater paws, black skinny jeans with holes that perfectly sculpted his legs, and black converse. To top it off, hickeys painted his neck from the night before.

"Good morning, Jimin hyung." Jungkook greeted waving his sweater paw.

"G-Good morning..."

Once he put his arm back down at his side, Jungkook tiredly gave Jimin a half smile. "Do you need something?"

"I...uh...," Jimin was at a loss of words. Jungkook literally looked so cute without even trying. "Your mom said you need to be home by twelve, remember? It should be about 11:30 right now, so I suggest that we start heading out."

Jungkook nodded, "Mm, okay." He went back into the bedroom and grabbed his phone and bag. Putting his book bag on his shoulders Jungkook smiled, "That should be it."

"Okay, then let's go-,"

"Oh wait!"

Jimin looked at Jungkook questionably as he dashed back into the room. Jungkook picked up the pair of glasses that was laid out with the outfit and slipped them on.

He turned back around with the biggest smile on his face, "Okay, I'm ready!"

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With his half full bag of skittles, Yoongi entered Hoseok's bedroom and closed the door back with his foot. "Dude what happened between you and Jimin?"

"What do you mean?" Hoseok questioned setting his drink down on his nightstand.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit. I passed him in the hallway and asked if he wanted to join us, and you know what he said?" Yoongi asked throwing himself on Hoseok's bed. Which he soon realized was a mistake as he witnessed with his own eyes his skittles going flying.

Hoseok laughed a high pitch laugh before saying, "Okay first of all you're picking all of those up." He collected himself together before asking, "And what did he say?"

"That he was busy, and that was already a red flag because when is the kid ever doing something productive? But anyway, I asked him what he was busy doing if we weren't assigned any missions. And I swear to God he said he was busy ignoring you..." Yoongi finished carefully, slowing down his words once he remembered how Hoseok felt about Jimin.

Hoseok's mood changed which Yoongi caught onto immediately. He ruffled up Hoseok's hair. "Yah, what happened? You can tell me."

"I've been being such a dick to Jimin lately."

Yoongi sighed, "Oh boy, what did I miss?" He grabbed one of Hoseok's pillows and put it in his lap. Resting his elbows on it he leaned in closer to Hoseok, giving him his full attention.

"He just snapped at me. I don't know. I guess I've been to clingy to him? I'm not one who likes to make shit worse, but when he did snap his words really hurt me. And I just thought I'd return the favor."

"Hoseok, don't let that ruin our night because honestly knowing both of you, this will all blow over by tomorrow."

"I don't believe that. I really like Jimin, and I just fucked things up even more. I wanted to be there for him. I don't mean to be so overprotective of him. Its just that I'm so scared that one day he won't come back from a mission and I'll live with regret because I didn't get the chance to properly confess my feelings to him."

Yoongi has never heard Hoseok really talk about this topic before and he'd being lying if he said it didn't make him uncomfortable. He didn't know why though. Maybe because it broke his heart seeing Hoseok's own heart break.

Yoongi was definitely the last person anyone would go to for relationship advice, but here he was.

He scoffed waving Hoseok off. "Don't think like that. Instead you should put that bright smile that I know and love back on your face and be the cute little sunshine that you are."

Hoseok ignored Yoongi and continued, "Do you know why I'm scared to confess my feelings to Jimin?"

Yoongi didn't answer. He just wanted this conversation to be over.

"Because I know he'll reject me. The feelings I have for him, he has for someone else. Do you wanna know who that person is Yoongi?"

Yoongi sat up straight seeing Hoseok's eyes begin to water.

"It's you."

Yoongi knew that was true. He's always known and it hurt. He hated the fact that Jimin won't stop trying to go after him and see the feelings that Hoseok has for him.

Yoongi didn't want Jimin and he never will.

"Hoseok..."

Hoseok smiled back weakly. "Yeah, but hyung?"

"What's up?"

"Do you really think I'm cute?"

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"Taehyung, leave me the fuck alone."

"Baekhyun, just hear me out-,"

"Okay, fine. What?" Baekhyun questioned placing his hands on his hips. He began to tap his foot impatiently.

Taehyung stopped in his tracks and quirked an eyebrow. "Oh...Well, uh I didn't think I'd get this far."

Baekhyun scoffed putting his hands down. "Taehyung, don't fucking talk to me. I can't believe you would do this to me. You fuck around with my best friend out of everyone in Seoul? Why? Why, Taehyung? You don't even fucking deserve him."

"..."

"I'm fucking talking to you."

"In all honesty, I didn't know he was one of your friends.", Taehyung lied.

"Are you kidding me? I always talk to you about him."

"You do?"

"I talk to you about everything, Taehyung. But clearly you don't listen." Baekhyun sighed breaking eye contact with his older brother. "And clearly you don't care."

Taehyung held his hand up, "Wait, now what's that suppose to mean? Of course I fucking care about you, Baekhyun. Don't you ever say some dumb shit like that again."

"Oh yeah sure you do. If you actually did care Taehyung then you would listen to me!"

Taehyung was going to retort but Baekhyun just shook his head, "Don't. Just stop. I'm over it."

Baekhyun pressed the doorbell before stuffing his hands in his pockets. He leaned against the wall, opposite of Taehyung and patiently waited.

Taehyung scoffed recalling the events of their petty argument. It pissed him off because he hated that Jungkook just had to be the one that made his heart flutter. He didn't want to cut off his ties with him. Not yet at least. So, Baekhyun would just have to get over it. But what pissed him off even more was the fact that Baekhyun had the audacity to say that he didn't care about him.

Deep in thought, Taehyung lit a cigarette to help calm himself. He didn't want to fight with his little brother anymore. He sighed before taking a hit of his cigarette.

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and grabbed the cigarette from Taehyung's mouth. He tossed it to the ground and put it out. Without saying anything he returned back to his spot on the wall.

"I hope you choke." Taehyung stated impulsively. He retrieved his eyes from his now destroyed bud and looked up to Baekhyun.

"Sorry to disappoint but I don't have a gag reflex." Baekhyun retorted.

Both of their eyes went wide when the front door opened.

"Oh my god." Their mother gasped attempting to embrace both of her sons into her arms. Taehyung looked at her as if she was crazy and dodged her touch.

She pretended not to be hurt and smiled at the both of them. "You both look so handsome. It's been awhile since I've seen either of you...Oh what am I doing? Please, please come in."

Baekhyun nodded and began his way into their parents mansion following behind their mother. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed that Taehyung wasn't right behind him. He turned around and saw Taehyung still standing outside.

Baekhyun walked back over to Taehyung and grabbed him by his sleeve and dragged him inside. He made sure to close and lock the door behind him just in case Taehyung tried to make a run for it.

Their mother turned around chuckling before speaking up, "Why did you ring the doorbell when you both have keys to the house?"

"I must have forgotten mine-," Baekhyun started before Taehyung interrupted him.

"I actually threw mine away. Didn't find a point in having it anymore. Why are we here again?"

The three awkwardly stood there in the living room, correction Baekhyun and their mother awkwardly stood there in the living room, Taehyung was just kind of there.

"I called Baekhyun so that we could all just sit down and have a chat. I have something to say to the both of you. It's very important."

"Is it really though?" Taehyung questioned pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Their mother sighed, "You know your father and I don't like it when you smoke."

Baekhyun mentally cursed Taehyung out.

Taehyung froze once he pulled out his lighter. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry...but I don't remember asking."

He locked eyes with her as he lit his cigarette. He sighed a puff of smoke directly in her face.

"Taehyung, stop. Before dad sees you." Baekhyun demanded.

Taehyung tsked, "Speaking of the Mr.Kim, where the fuck is he?"

Whilst airing the smoke away from her face their mother looked to the office that was connected to the living room.

"Is the food ready?" Their father asked as he closed his office's door behind him.

"I'll go check, but look who decided to show up." She answered gesturing towards their two sons, with the biggest smile on her face. "We're finally all together again-,"

"Go check on the food."

Their mother lowered her head. "Of course, darling. I'll notify you all if it's ready." With that she excused herself into the kitchen.

Taehyung continued his smoke, ignoring his father's existence.

"Baekhyun. Tae-," Their father cleared his throat seeing Taehyung smoking in his household. "Taehyung, you know better. Put it out."

"I'm fine."

Baekhyun looked at Taehyung with pleading eyes. "Taehyung, please."

"No."

"Taehyung, put the damn cigarette out."

"Make me."

Their dad cleared his throat, "Taehyung, don't make me repeat myself."

Baekhyun was getting sick of witnessing his brother act like a child with their father. "Taehyung, just put out the god damn cigarette. For God's sake, just listen for once."

Taehyung collected himself together for Baekhyun's sake and threw his cigarette on the ground, repeating Baekhyun's actions from earlier.

He rubbed his foot over the cigarette on the living room's carpet.

"Food is ready!"

Their father fixed his suit's overcoat as he walked away, bumping into Taehyung in the process.

Baekhyun shut his eyes before taking a deep breath. He nodded towards the kitchen. "Come on, Taehyung. Let's just get this over with."

Baekhyun looked over and saw that Taehyung wasn't moving an inch. He had his fists balled up and was clearly holding back his tongue. "Hyung, I know we aren't the closest with our parents, but please just remember what happened last time. Please behave  yourself."

Taehyung clicked his tongue reminiscing about the past. "I promise I'll try my hardest."

Baekhyun knew that he was in the wrong for some of the words that left his mouth earlier. Taehyung was his elder after all. To give the room a lighter mood Baekhyun said, "Hyung, you know that's not how we make promises."

Taehyung's death stare immediately went away and he smiled to himself before lifting up his pinky finger. Baekhyun returned the smile while lifting up his own pinky. They latched their fingers onto each other.

"I promise to compose myself."

"Promise?" Baekhyun questioned dragging out the word while raising his eyebrows.

"Promise."

They kissed their thumbs sealing the promise. "Happy, now?" Taehyung tsked letting Baekhyun's hand go.

"I'll only be happy if you truly keep your promise, hyung."

"Baekhyun, when have I ever broken one of my promises?"

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"Wow, perfect timing." Jungkook's mother nodded approvingly.

Jimin smiled at her. "I told you I would have him back in time."

"I have to say that I'm a little shocked that you kept your word."

"Oh, please I would never go against your wishes."

Jungkook knew Jimin was putting on his fakest smile and attitude in front of his mother. Thus making him giggle a bit. "You're such a snake."

"What was that, sweetheart?" His mother asked leaning towards him.

Jimin, in fact heard Jungkook's smart comment, he playfully nudged him in the shoulder. "He just said that I'm such a great friend."

"No, I didn't." Jungkook laughed as he pushed his glasses further up his nose.

Jimin turned to Jungkook, "Okay, well I'm glad that you were able to come to my sleepover. I hope we can do this again sometime soon."

Jimin engulfed Jungkook into a hug before patting his head. "I'll see you around, kiddo."

Jungkook cowardly let Jimin pet his head. "I'm like fifty percent sure we're the same age but okay."

And with that Jimin left their doorstep, Jungkook dragged his feet inside his home and immediately threw himself into his mother's arms.

She gasped at his sudden actions, but nonetheless caught him. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Totally, just still a bit exhausted from last night." Jungkook said in response, snuggling his head into the crook of her neck.

She laughed as she patted him on his back. "I'm glad you had fun though..." She caught a glimpse of his neck and almost choked. "Oh dear-,"

He pulled back and looked at her with worrisome eyes, "Mommy, are you okay?"

"Mhm. Yes, I'm fine."

Jungkook still eyed her suspiciously until she spoke back up, "Hey, did you ever find that white dress for the dinner?"

Jungkook stitched his eyebrows together, "No, I don't know where that thing went. What is the dinner even for?"

"It's a surprise. But in the meantime, how about we go pick out another outfit for you to wear then maybe...at the mall?"

"Okay! Let me go get my purse!"

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"My morning has been great so far, dad. Thanks for asking." Chanyeol stated sarcastically as he played with his food.

His father just recently came home from work and their regular schedule ensued.

Chanyeol made breakfast before his father's arrival, and waited for God knows how long for him to even show up. He ended up coming home over an hour late causing Chanyeol to reheat the food. They typically stayed in silence for awhile until his father would go on and on about his day. Not once ever questioning how his own son's went.

Then after spending hours bragging about his own day he would order Chanyeol to clean up.

This was another reason as to why Chanyeol easily opened up to Baekhyun because he finally had the opportunity to talk about himself.

No one has ever asked him anything. It felt nice for a change. It wasn't a lot but the smallest things can make a huge difference.

He hadn't realized but a smile grew on his face just at the thought of Baekhyun as he continually pushed his food around on his plate.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing, I just-"

"You know what? Just tell me about it later I have some news."

Chanyeol frustratedly rubbed his temples and mumbled under his breath, "What was the point in fighting for custody of me when you don't even care."

His dad looked at him with squinted eyes. "What was that son?"

"Huh, what? Nothing. I didn't say anything."

"I could've sworn you said something, but anyways back to what I was saying...I uh... I've been seeing someone."

"You what?"

"I've been seeing someone, and I want you to meet her. We're still working on the arrangements about where our little dinner will take place though, but it should be happening soon. I can assure you that. Also, I remember her saying that she has a son, and you two are roughly the same age. He's just a bit younger than you, in fact."

"That's amazing, dad. You're actually moving on from mom. I'm proud of you."

"Pfft, that was the easiest thing I've ever done in my life."

Chanyeol just stared at his father. "Oh...But still."

"Speaking of which, do you have any presentable clothes to wear to the dinner?"

"Presentable? Yes. Clothes to impress you? No."

"Well then I'll leave you some money here so that later tonight you can stop by the mall and pick something out. In the meantime I must be going. I picked up an early shift today, and don't forget to clean all this up when you're finished. I would hate to come home to a filthy house."

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"How are your studies going, dear? I know you were never a big fan of school, but you always seemed to be at the top of your class." Their mother continued to spark up any conversation that she could since the silence was killing her.

Taehyung looked to Baekhyun from the corner of his eyes. "Well...Baekhyun, go ahead and answer your mother because she sure as hell ain't talking to me."

Baekhyun slapped Taehyung's thigh from under the dinner table.

"Um...ouch?"

Baekhyun shrugged, "It's nothing that I can't handle."

Their dad intervened into the conversation setting his drinking down. "You know I'm glad that at least one of you is finishing school-,"

"Fuck you."

"Taehyung!" Their mother exclaimed choking on her food.

Baekhyun sighed resting his head in his hands. "Taehyung..."

Their dad furrowed his eyebrows, "Excuse me? Do we have a problem?"

"We do. You're only saying that shit to get a rise out of me because you know I didn't finish school."

"And who's fault is that?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? It's yours!"

Baekhyun cleared his throat, "Taehyung, you promised."

Taehyung met eyes with his younger brother and rolled his eyes. He sulked down into his seat. "Whatever."

"...So, do either of you have a girlfriend or-,"

"Why. The. Fuck. Are. We. Here?" Taehyung questioned eyeing his mother. "You said you have news, and if it's not dad dying then I couldn't care less."

"You are going to stop disrespecting your mother like that." Their father stated.

"Hell no. Fuck both of you." Taehyung chuckled.

Baekhyun hung his head low biting his bottom lip. Hyung, please don't break your promise. Please. Please.

Their father pointed at Taehyung. "I don't know what's gotten into you, young man. You must have slipped and bumped your head somewhere because clearly you don't know who you're talking to."

Baekhyun gripped Taehyung's thigh under the table, but Taehyung slapped it away. "I know exactly who the fuck I'm talking to."

Shooting up from his seat their father slammed his hands on the table. "Taehyung, don't make me beat some fucking sense into you."

Taehyung followed his father's actions in suit. "Oh what like how you used to do mom?"

This triggered something in Baekhyun and he snapped. He soon found himself standing up with Taehyung and their father. He shoved Taehyung back. "Taehyung, what the fuck?! When are you gonna learn to just shut your fucking mouth?! You don't know when to stop! Do you?"

The entire room went silent. Baekhyun has never raised his voice like that before, especially not to his brother. Thus having Taehyung being taken aback.

Baekhyun stormed out of the dining room, leaving without saying another word to anyone. Taehyung didn't hesitate when he went after him. "Baekhyun- Wait!"

The two ended up outside, Taehyung slamming the door behind them.

"Baekhyun, wait."

Baekhyun didn't listen.

Taehyung grabbed Baekhyun by his wrist and forced him to turn around. His eyes widened seeing that tears were streaming down his little brother's cheeks. He went to wipe them away until Baekhyun slapped his hand down. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Baekhyun, you know I didn't mean what I said back there. I only said it out of anger-,"

"Honestly, Taehyung you wanna know something?"

"..."

"I h-hate you. I really fucking hate you." Baekhyun admitted choking on his own tears.

"You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do!"

"No, the fuck you don't. You just hate the thought of our lives and how fucked up it is! You hate that I can't just shut up and take their bullshit like you."

"I'm leaving."

Taehyung scoffed, "And wow surprise, surprise look at you wanting to leave. You know you never want to talk shit out, Baekhyun. You always just run away from your problems."

"And you never keep your promises!"

"Well maybe you should learn to stop trusting me."

"Oh so now I'm the bad guy because I trusted my own fucking brother?"

"In all honesty, you should know better than to trust anybody in this fucked up world because guess what? It doesn't matter if I'm your brother or not. Promises are promises. And promises are meant to be broken."

"I can't fucking believe you." Baekhyun said through his tears as he stormed off.

Taehyung ran his hair through his hair, "Baekhyun, come back! I-...You know I didn't mean any of that shit. Baekhyun!"

"Fuck!" Taehyung screamed kicking his car.

💘💘💘

"Hm, what do you think of this one? I think it would really compliment your eyes, sweetheart." Jungkook's mom stated holding a dress up to him.

Jungkook scrunched his nose up, "Not my style." He gently pushed the dress away from him.

"Really? Oh well I thought it would look adorable on you...Okay well how about this one?" She questioned holding up another dress that was out of fashion.

"Mom- Oh, hold on." Jungkook grabbed his phone from his back pocket and checked his new notification.

Two new messages from hyungieee💗

hyungieee💗
hey uh Jungkook sorry to bother you but are you free right now?

I really want to see you

Me
ah sorry Baekhyun but Im busy right now I'm finally giving my mom the mother son time that she needs 😂....I would feel bad blowing her off again :/ but hey we can hang out tomorrow I promise!!!

hyungieee💗
okay definitely

Me
sorry hyung 💞💗❤️💖💝💘💕

hyungieee💗
it's okay babe don't worry about it ❤️

Baekhyun hit send as he wiped his tears.

Currently he was just walking. He didn't know where he was going. He was just walking. Anywhere really. He couldn't help but to feel numb. The only other person who he went to for comfort besides Taehyung was Jungkook.

And now he felt as if he had no one.

Jungkook was about to put his phone back into his pocket until he got another notification.

New message from Daddy

Daddy
Are you busy?

Me
nope

Daddy
Good. Send me your location, so I can pick you up.

"Sweetheart, who are you texting that's making you smile so big?"

"Oh, it's no one."

"Mhm, sure. Is it that Jimin boy?"

"What? Ew mom, no."

"Okay, okay. I was just asking."

"Mommy, I uh I need to go."

Dropping her shoulders and pouting her lips she asked, "Really? Where are you off to now?"

"Baekhyun, really needs me."

"What happened to him? Is he okay? Do you need a ride-,"

"No, it's fine. I'll walk. I'll see you at home." Jungkook said giving his mother a goodbye kiss. "Love you!"

"Love you too! And whatever I pick out you're wearing to the dinner!"

💘💘💘

Minutes have passed by and Baekhyun was still just letting his feet take him wherever they pleased. He was grateful for it though since he wasn't ready to possibly face Taehyung again back at the mansion.

Suddenly his feet stopped moving and he found himself in a familiar neighborhood. He looked around and once he spotted the house he picked up his pace.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the front door. It took awhile but soon the door opened and there was-

"Hey, Chanyeol."

"Baekhyun, w-what are you doing here?"

"Is your dad home?"

"No, he just left. Why-,"

Baekhyun cut Chanyeol off by crashing his lips against his. He wrapped his arms around his neck and soon the two were kissing each other as if their lives depended on it.

Chanyeol put his hands on Baekhyun's hips and pulled him away. Out of breath he questioned, "Why are you doing this?"

"What? You don't want me?"

"No, I do it's just...How am I suppose to feel towards the person who is literally blackmailing me?"

"Oh my God. Fine. I'll just go then."

"Wait, Baekhyun what has gotten into you?"

"Nothing, Chanyeol! I just wanted someone to fuck and you were the first person that came to mind. So are we gonna do this or not?"

{a/n~ okay so your wigs weren't snatched...to be completely honest I was going to reveal something huge in this chapter but once I actually thought about it I figured that it was tOo soon to do it but yUh hope you still enjoyed this lOnG chApteR

also I wanna hear your theories about what you think is happening/ or what you think is GOING to happen in the book}