i hurried back home, knowing my parents were going to be mad.

i waved by to my best friend, y/n, before running home.

i unlatched the hook for the front door and was faced with my older brother.

"eomma and appa wants to talk to you."

"oh."

i quickly went into my room and took a quick shower then dried myself clean.

i threw on a pair of clean clothes and went into the living room to find mom and dad sitting on the couch.

with my music sheets.

i gulped.

so that's where it had disappeared to.

i bowed towards them and sat down on the couch.

"son, how many times have I told you?" my mom protested and I groaned.

"eomma! but you don't under-"

"yoongi! don't talk back at your mother like that!" shouted my father and I kept silent.

"we've decided that we will not support you in your musical 'hobby'."

i stood up and grabbed my music sheets and notes in anger.

"i'm fine with that." i said, with tears in my eyes.

i rushed to my room and slammed the door.

i sat at the edge of my bed and chuckled to myself.

no one will understand me.

except y/n.