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— ⌆ for a story about their family/home life
Stepping trough the door at his mother’s place, Yoongi knew at once that something wasn’t right. There was a jacket in the hall that smelled like cigarettes. Though his shoes weren’t there, Yoongi understood what was happening.
She was smiling and happy when she met him, and she embraced him happily. But Yoongi could smell the smell from the jacket on her. His father had been by. “Where is he?” He asked, at once. His mother smile became strained. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Yoongi.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. His ears twitched, while his mothers were laid back, slightly anxiously. “Please let’s not argue, I haven’t seen you in so long,” his mother pleaded with him. “I want you to stop seeing him. He makes you miserable, why do you do this to yourself?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”