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"He died!?"

Jimin

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Jimin's POV

I slowly got off the couch while rubbing my stomach as I heard the doorbell ring.

For some reason I can just feel my stomach churning as though it's preparing for me to vomit, or preparing for something else.

Normally anyone who knows me would just use the key that I hide under my door mat so it's likely someone is just trying to sell me something.

I smiled hoping I'd see Taehyung when I opened the door because he's someone who wouldn't know about the key.

He's honestly the only one I wish I could see out of anyone, even over my best friend, he is the only person I want to hold in my arms until I feel better.

It's been 3 weeks since I was in Boryeong-si and I've put off going to the doctors still, only I have booked a session with my dietician tomorrow so hopefully whatever I'm eating that's making me unwell goes away tonight.

I opened my front door wearing grey sweatpants and a black hoodie, only my mouth fell open at the person standing at the door.

"Mother?" I gasped shocked upon seeing the women on my doorstep.

"Don't open your mouth like that or flies will find their way inside." She snickered, lifting up my jaw to close my mouth with her old dainty hand.

I haven't seen my mother for years. What is she doing here?

"How do you know where I live?" I asked leaning on the front door, allowing for my tired legs to have a rest with less pressure on them.

"I've always known where you lived. You may have moved to Boryeong-si and then to Busan but I keep updates on where my son moves too." She uttered.

"Um, then why are you visiting now?" I asked while rubbing the back of my neck confused.

"Your fathers dead, he's left you some money." My mother said before handing me a piece of paper.

MY FATHERS DEAD!?

"He died!?" I gasped.

"Yes, he's had cancer for a couple years Jimin-ssi." She hissed.

"And you didn't think once about telling your son that his dad had a terminal illness and that I should maybe spend some time with him before he passes rather than holding some grudge?" I gasped out.

I mean, my father and I weren't very close but my father was always the nicer one out of my parents.

"Why do you care? You probably would have beat him up while intoxicated if he was still in your life." She snapped.

"I haven't gotten intoxicated for about a year, people do change." I stated through gritted teeth as I examined the piece of paper.

"₩500,000? Mother, father was rich, where's all the money going too?" I asked confused.

"Your younger brother and I, please if I didn't convince him to give you less, his money would have all gone towards drugs and likely alcohol." She said with a stern look on her face.

"I'm not like that anymore, that is unfair. You just want the money for yourself." I grumbled.

"So what if I do? He's gone and won't be changing it. You will be lucky if you even get a cent from me when I pass." She said, crossing her hands over her chest.

"How- How's Jihyun?" I asked softly while trying to change the subject from this selfish woman.

"He's fine." She responded dryly while rolling her eyes.

"Nice house you have here, did you marry someone rich?" She asked me while raising her eyebrow.

Such a greedy asshole...

"I'm not married, you'd know that if you came back into my life sooner." I said while feeling my stomach churning.

"This isn't me coming back into your life Jimin-ssi, I just dropped off your money." She said tartly.

"I'm surprised a druggy like you managed to afford a nice house. Maybe your house is from selling expensive drugs, hmm?" She asked raising an eyebrow at me.

"For the last time, this house wasn't bought off using unsafe money, this house is bought off me working as a teacher for a couple years now. I have a proper job." I gasped.

She rolled her eyes.

"Aren't you going to invite me inside rather than let me stand in the rain?" She asked me.

I snickered, "Why would I do that when you so coldly told me my father died. Actually, how long ago did he die? You don't seem to be upset one fucking bit." I grumbled while balling my hand that wasn't holding the paper up in a fist.

How could a wife be so cold to not be upset that her husband is gone!?

"Yeah, you caught me, he's been dead for a couple months. Just I gave it more time hoping you'd change and not waste the small money on drugs." She snorted.

My eyes widened as I felt a hot liquid rising in my throat.

Fuck, not now, not in front of my mother.

But I couldn't stop it.

Nausea set in as I felt my legs start to grow heavy.

I should have taken some painkillers, only I didn't know what visitors I'd have today.

Swiftly, I ran to the sink in the kitchen which was in view of the front door.

I belched into the sink, my smaller hands gripping the edge of the bench while I put the paper on the bench beside the sink.

My blonde hair fell forwards in front of my face as the contents that was once in my stomach now landed in the sink.

I could feel her eyes burning on me as I fixed up my hair as soon as I stopped vomiting into the grey sink.

I caught my breath, calming down my stomach before straightening up.

My eyes traveled to the side where I saw my mother looking at me shocked.

"You have been using drugs, you make me sick! I can't believe you lied to your own mother!" My mother shouted before walking down the steps away from my house.

She probably thinks I greened out or something.

I quickly rushed to the door while holding my stomach, scared I'd vomit again.

"I'm not fucking using drugs, I'm just sick which is why I'm not at work!" I shouted as she continued walking to her black car.

I grunted before slamming the front door closed.

"She's an asshole." I muttered under my breath, my back sliding down the door as I held my stomach between my hands.

"Ugh, why am I still sick." I whispered to myself as I leaned my head back on the door.

Tears I didn't expect to be holding in started to escape my eyes.

My dad's dead, and my mother's walking away because she saw me vomit, thinking I'm a drug addict still.

I mean it's not like I care about if my mothers in my life, only this means that she will likely tell my younger brother I'm still the same when I'm not.

As much as my younger brother was annoying, I really got along well with him.

I miss him so much but my chances are limited.

I cradled my legs up close to my chest as I cried into the palm of my hands.

God I miss you Taehyung, I miss your hugs and I crave them, I miss that piece of you that makes me feel less lonely.

AU - Damn, Jimin's mothers a B I T C H lmao. Were yal expecting it to be Taehyung!?

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