âHeâs not evil, I promise. Heâs just - how do I say it - influenced. Lost.â
And that was the last thing Namjoon had said to me before I ran away that one spring night.
Truth be told, itâs not like I was horrified of Taehyung. We, all seven of us, were the closest boys you would ever know. From eating to sleeping to even sharing the bathroom together, we did it all with no hesitations.
But ever since Seokjin had left us, Taehyung changed. His demeanor, his mindset, his values, and his relationship to us - they all changed. And itâs like, in a way, because his light was now gone, he became
        âThe two brothers who sought to get their only family back, to feel her warmth, one lost his last family member and the other could never feel warmth again.The one who wanted her baby back lost chance of having one again, And the one who had a vision to see his country change became blind.â                                 -Father
âȘ early march playlist with those sunset vibes â«
yugyeom - the way you are | nct 127 - baby donât like it | dean - 21 | k.a.r.d - donât recall | red velvet - body talk | mamamoo - moderato (ft. hash swan) | bts - autumn leavesÂ
request: (by anon but I think I know who this is)  yugyeom fluff đ«đđŒđđ
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Itâs a cold November afternoon, the sky clouded in gray and the rain seemingly never-ending. The mood is a bit of a drag because of the weather, but you canât keep still. Yugyeom is finally coming over to meet your parents for the first time, after dating each other for about 2 months. You had always been patient and told him to not rush things -- heck, heâs treating the relationship like the two of you are newlyweds -- but he insisted on wanting to assure your parents that you werenât dating a douchebag.
Yugyeom wasnât confident, to say the least. Just a few minutes ago, he had been on the phone with you, asking frantically what to wear, what to bring, what to say. He called this one of the biggest events of his life, right before the time he confessed to you after school in the hallway. Finally, he told you that heâd be there in exactly 2 minutes, despite living more than 15 minutes away. You told him to drive safe and to calm down a little, but you knew he would be jittery the whole night. His nervousness was even making you a little bit on edge.
Ding-dong. âThat must be him,â your mother says. You finish setting down plates for the table, as she wipes her hands on her apron and goes to invite him inside. You hear the sound of rain hitting on the pavement outside as the door creaks open. âYou must be Yugyeom! Y/N has told us all about you. Look at you, all dressed up nicely,â your mother starts to gush. You quickly step towards the entrance and see him, wearing a black jacket blazer with a white shirt underneath. His hair is wet from the pouring rain - he mustâve forgotten his umbrella when he rushed to leave - heâs holding a box covered by a dripping plastic bag, and he has on the shyest smile youâve ever seen. Your father looks around and hands him a towel for him to dry himself off with. He tries to take the box from Yugyeom, but your boyfriend shakes his head. âNo- uh, sir- itâs wet, let me take the plastic bag off first.â Your dad smirks. âWhat a polite boy.â
After Yugyeom dried off his hazel, kind-of-olive-y hair, he looks at you and waves with a small laugh. You couldnât help giggling at how cute he looked. Your mother made him take off his blazer, saying it was âtoo stuffy and formal.â He asked if he should help with the food, but of course, your mother insisted for him to sit down and wait. Somehow, he helped serve the rice for all four of you anyways; you could tell he had already won your motherâs maternal heart.
âSo, Yugyeom, howâs school with Y/N? S/he doesnât cause trouble for you, do they?â your father asks. For the whole night, you were impressed by how polite and calm Yugyeom was acting. He almost seems like an entirely different person. The Yugyeom you knew were always teasing and bullying his older friends, or cringing at himself after kissing up so much. âHuh? Oh, Y/N is very sweet! You donât need to worry about her, haha,â he replied with a cheesy grin and a glance in your direction. You rolled your eyes and smiled. He always seemed to warm your heart in the littlest of ways.
It was late after dinner, and your mother ushered you to walk him back to his car. Your father gave him a big pat on the back, and he stumbled forward, a bit caught off guard. Yugyeom smiled awkwardly, and you stifled another giggle. The rain had stopped, and now dewy mist was in the air. As you guys walked, with nothing but streetlights guiding the stony black path towards his black car, Yugyeom finally broke character and let out a huge exhale. âHow was I, Y/N? Do you think they like me?â You nodded. âDefinitely. You didnât have to do so much though, it mustâve been really uncomfortable for you.â He shook his head and pulled your waist closer to his. âI had to make a good first impression. Theyâre, uh, your parents⊠after all.â He blushed and looked away from you, and you laughed yet again.
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