Taehyung's POV

I lied to Jungkook. But he'll probably find out eventually that I don't have a key for my shared apartment with Jimin.

It's not like I wanted to lie to him but my mom called me and finally found out that I was taking music and art instead of business which was what they expected me to take as I am expected to take over the family company someday.

I headed towards the train station right away, still wearing my clothes from school, wanting to get this over with. Though, i'm not very sure what kind of excuse would I use this time. I could always tell them the truth that I have no interest in taking over the company because my passion is somewhere else but I know they would never listen. It wouldn't be the first time really.

As soon as I reached the station, I bought a one-way ticket back to my home town in Daegu where my parents are staying for the mean time before they head out of the country again.

Finally getting into the train, I picked an empty spot near the window and away from most of the crowd. I could already feel a headache coming my way and noises wouldn't be much help.

As soon as I took my seat, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, checking the time. As I was doing so, I noticed a couple messages from my friends and found myself oddly disappointed when I realized all of them have messaged me, asking for my whereabouts, except for Jungkook.

I quickly read through their messages, catching myself smiling as they voice their concern for me. No matter how many times I disappear on them, they never gave up on me.

When the train finally halts into a stop, I peeled my eyes open, I must've fallen asleep on the way, and looked around me. It seems that this is finally my stop.

I waited for the crowd to get out first while I quickly comb my fingers through my hair which got a bit messed up during my short slumber. No matter how much I want to piss off my parents by looking like an absolute mess, I wanted to look presentable to show them I could handle myself just fine, that I don't need their help in every aspect of my life. I want to show them i'm an adult that got his life together, even though that's probably a reach.

When I got out of the station, I took a cab and gave the address to my home, which I oddly remember despite not visiting for quite a while.

Throughout the journey, I couldn't help but feel anxious to face my parents. It's so easy to disobey them knowing that they're in some other country, that they're so far away that they couldn't possibly touch you. They do call, but their words over the phone doesn't have the same effect as their words being spoken in person.

The cab came into a stop as it reaches its destination. I slid a bill to pay for the ride and begrudgingly stepped out of the vehicle.

Now facing the mansion in front of me which I call home, I let out a sigh as I think of what's to come. I was hoping I could keep my secret about my major for a little while longer but it seems that luck is just not on my side.

As I walk towards the huge, brass gates, I noticed something out of the corner of my eyes. As I look over, I recognized a familiar black vehicle. I couldn't help the tiny smile that appeared on my face. Baekhyun, my older brother, must be home. Well at least now I feel better about this visit.

Now standing near the gates, I pressed the intercom, identified myself  and waited for a response.

There was no response but then I saw the gates opening. Once there was enough space for me to go through, I stepped inside.

A security guard comes jogging towards me and greeted me. I offered him a smile before walking towards the heavy oak doors. I remember how I used to look at these doors and they had looked so big to me back then.

Before pushing to open the doors, I took a moment to stop and look around. Despite the doors being the same as it was before, everything seemed to have changed. The garden looks bigger than I remembered, and there are small trees lining the either side of our lawn which were never there before. The front porch also seemed to be decorated with new furnitures and designs. They look like they have been imported from somewhere so I guess my parents visits this home more than I realized.

After admiring my surroundings, which I admit have improved so much and now it looks even more glorious that it already is, I finally pushed the doors open.

As soon as I entered the house, I felt someone's pair of arms suddenly wrapped around me and judging by the scent, I couldn't help but smile in relief.

"Tae!" Baekhyun exclaims, hugging me tightly and he's positively beaming.

Letting out a laugh, I squeezed him back.

"Hyung, I didn't know you were here," I said as we pull apart from each other.

"You don't seem very please to see me," Baekhyun says and pouts teasingly. I let out another laugh.

"Am I that easy to read?" I said and Baekhyun pretends to frown.

"Wow, rude," He says as he jokingly punches my arm.

"I'm kidding, i'm kidding," I said with a grin on my face.

Baekhyun returns the grin and pats me on the back before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"You hungry?" He asks, leading me towards the living room. This room, too, have changed, and I allowed myself to look around and appreciate the new design.

"Mhm, i'm starving," I replied, still casting my eyes around. Baekhyun untangles himself from me and ruffles my hair before he excused himself to the kitchen to get me something to eat.

I was currently admiring a piece of new painting on the wall when suddenly I heard some footsteps. Turning around, I see both of my parents walking towards me.

I didn't know what to do with myself. Should I hug them? Kiss them on the cheeks? Wave?

At the end, I didn't have to decide on my own because both of them came to hug me briefly and they both flashed me their smiles. I return one to them and I hoped it looked genuine at least.

"It's been so long, Taehyung. Your dad and I really missed you," my mom said with a small smile on her face. I couldn't tell if it's genuine or not. Probably the latter knowing that they only wanted to see me because I finally got caught.

"I missed you too," I said, and I know that we both know that it isn't completely true.

My dad clears his throat awkwardly, which is understandable knowing that we haven't seen each other in about six years.

He motioned for me to sit on the couch as they take the spot across from me.

"I heard from your school that your major is different than we agreed it to be, son," My dad said and I almost have to laugh because they didn't even ask how i'm doing or at least pretended to care about my well-being. He just went straight to the point as if he wants to get this over with as soon as he can. But at least the feeling is mutual. I want to get out of here.

I remained silent, so he continued to talk.

"It was very clear when your mother and I told you that you can live on your own in Seoul but you have to take business in order to prepare you when you take over our company soon."

"I'm sorry," I said, not really apologetic but I do admit that i'm not being fair. We had a deal but I didn't follow through. But in my defence, my dream is on the line and I didn't want to just throw it away.

But I know that no matter what I do, my parents would never back down. If anyone is more stubborn than me, it would be them. And so, knowing that I wouldn't be able to escape this time, I accepted my defeat.

"I'll go back and drop my major to take business like we agreed on. I apologize again for not being truthful and i'm aware this is not the proper behavior of the future CEO of our company. I won't disappoint you this time," I said, almost robotically.

"Good, you can go back now. We actually already called your school. You have until the end of the semester with your current major and after that you'll be taking business and will start training for our company under my supervision, understood?"

I nodded my head, feeling absolutely empty.

"Yes, father."

Deciding that they're satisfied, both of them got up from their seat and leaves the room without even a good bye.

I stayed there for longer, as I let my dad's words sink into me.

I only have until the end of the semester. Fuck, that's only a few months left. After that, I could consider my dreams to be over.

Running my hand down my face, willing myself to hold back the tears that are threatening to come.

For some reason, deep inside of me, I had this hope that after being away from my parents for six years they would at least show some affection and understanding, that perhaps they would actually listen to me but I was so wrong and now i'm hurting. I knew I shouldn't have expected anything because now I can't help feeling so unworthy because my parents, my own parents, can't even love me and only uses me for their own benefits.

Getting up from my seat to leave, I walked towards the doors and pulled them open.

I walked out of the doors and out of the gates, leaving my home without another glance and feeling numb.