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we reached the front gates of the house where we lived--most of the time yoongi lived in a dorm building with his group mates. 

he tried to strike up a conversation again.

"you don't have to be so cold." he said. "i did nothing to you."

he was right.

i just couldn't get over the fact that dad moved on so quickly once mom died. he said we would move to korea to start a new life, but he was the only one who got a new start. i was left in the past with his dead wife. 

we used to be so happy back then.

"your mom took my mom's place." i muttered resentfully.

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this chapter was like twice as long as it is now. but i went back and deleted all the extra stuff because the ideal thing i envisioned when i planned these short fics was that they would be no more than like ten sentences, maybe even less.

there are like exactly ten now. 

i hope you're all liking the story, and i know updates have gotten slow. but i suddenly have a ton of things on my plate. 

thank you for understanding, and being so supportive!

-clary xx