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It hasn't been a home since his mother was replaced when his father began dating again and got engaged four months ago. He didn't hate Ms.Jeon, his stepmother was trying to build a relationship, one he wasn't ready for because he just hadn't had enough time to miss his mother in order to let her go. She was his safe place, a person that made him feel a sense of belonging, a sense of security.
"Why is it so hard to be happy?" The younger male asks, staring straight ahead into the dark, or in his case into nothingness.
The brunette seated next to him on the park bench pats him on the back and smiles, "What is your definition of happy?"
Turning a little, he locks eyes with the older male and says, "Being able to smile outwards without feeling like I am dying inside."
Even though he wouldn't be with his parents, he had still packed his bag two weeks later and bought a one-way ticket to Seoul - he wasn't sure he would come back, something he and Jinyoung had argued about for an hour. He had to go home even though he didn't know what type of people he was going to have to deal with, but he missed home, he missed South Korea.
He didn't mean to sound like he was about to cry even as tears continue its trek down his face, falling into his mouth as he attempts to catch his breath and talk to his older brother at the same time. When he finally does speak, his voice is weak, "It's suffocating living here, Yoongi."
As he follows after the younger male, he believes they will be okay by themselves. Better even without their parents. It is their home- he doesn't think its just a house, it's going to be his, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jimin new home and he was going to make sure of it.