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[i didnt die no worries]

Taehyun himself didn't know how he managed to make it up to Jungkook. The elder refused to emit a word throughout the whole lunch break, whereas the peach-haired kept rambling on about how it was all just a filthy mistake of his drunk ass. He also mentioned that after all the anxiety Jungkook had pushed him through, he deserved that little release of stress anyway.

After a long forty minutes of explaining, the blonde still didn't respond when the bell screeched. Eventually, when Taehyun was just about to stride off toward class (only because exams were knocking at the door and professors were giving out necessary notes), Jungkook called him from behind. 

The younger whipped his neck to glance back.

"I'll be online around 7 on IG. I expect you'll accept my follow request." He said with hints of a smile and turned around, padding away.

The peach-haired stared in the direction, amazed and amused. He broke into a wide grin of victory-

"Ey!" Soobin's rasp cut through his flashback and he flinched unnoticeably. "What you smiling at?"

The two were walking back to Taehyun's house after school, where the ravenette was currently staying. 

"Err, uhm.. nothing.." Taehyun manipulatively chuckled scratching his nape. "I'm totally okay!"

"I didn't even ask that. But I can sense, it's hyung." Soobin drawled with a teasing smirk.

"Honestly, you make me wanna shove a knife up your ass." The younger commented with disgust.

"You can shove your dick up my ass. Only that's permitted." The elder ravenette winked.

"You hold on till I tell Huening." Taehyun scoffed.

"Go on." The other challenged. "As if I'm such a scaredy cat."

"Oh boy," The peach-haired smirked wildly. "even a tiger's a cat in front of their lover."

Soobin heaved a long gush of wind out through his mouth. "Can't argue with ya there." He smiled the defeated smile of an exhausted husband. 

"See! I win!" The younger beamed with a smirk. He stopped in front of the blood-like, scarlet front door of his house and fished out a bunch of keys from the pocket of his dark green parachute pants. Taking a step forward, he pushed one from the bunch inside the keyhole and the door opened with a click.

As he pushed the door open for them to get inside, a spicy smell of kimchi hit his nose. Taehyun instantly glanced at Soobin to know if the elder could sense it as well. And it seemed like Soobin could, him already staring at the peach-haired quizzically.

To see if his assumption was true, Taehyun stumbled out of his shoes right away and sprinted inside. His heart leaped inside his chest finding the living room lit. He glimpsed at the kitchen and there were lights on as well. 

He was just about to yell when a middle-aged man walked out of there, a small yet toothy smile on display. He looked American, slight whites merged within his silky brown hair. A thin layer of reddish brunette bangs fell over his blue eyes. Without any argument, anybody would agree that the man had been indeed handsome back in his youth.

"Tyun!"

The peach-haired gaped with amazed eyes. "Dada!" He shouted louder than his father and dived into the man's arms. Chuckling, Mr. Kang gladly accepted his son. "I missed you! Both of you" He glanced up to meet his father's eyes. "Where's Papa?"

"In the shower, darling." Mr. Kang informed, slowly pulling apart from his son.

Taehyun sent him a pissed glare. "You should've told me you were returning. You both surprised the crap out of me!"

"Me and your papa are successful then." The elderly man smiled. By and by, his gaze fell over Soobin. 

The poor raventte was standing at a corner awkwardly, massaging his clammy palms. He tried to flash a smile to ease the atmosphere, but it came out as a nervous chuckle. He debated in his head if he should bow or extend a hand as Mr. Kang was American, but ended up bowing. "Uh.. I'm Choi Soobin, sir.." He uncomfortably said, sounding like he had something left to say whilst in reality he just wanted to run off from the awkward environment. 

Thankfully, Taehyun interrupted him. "Oh uhm, Dad, meet Soobin Choi. Remember I told you about him? And Soob, this is my Dad, and be careful. You might confuse him with Papa." Grinning, he warned playfully.

"Hey, honey!" Taehyun's dad jollily spoke. "Tae's told me all 'bout you. And don't stress over that much. I faced the same conditions too when I first came out." He gave the ravenette a soothing pat on the back. "I hope, they'll soon realize that you're still their same old son and fix the crack. Till then, you're mooore than welcome to my house, for as long as you need. You can consider this as your own house." He smiled widely.

Soobin's unease vanished right away. He never had liked people who were like chatterboxes and would take a long long while to shut the fuck up, but Mr. Kang made him feel so homely and welcomed. It was like he was just a part of the family. "Thank you, sir." He muttered, warm gratefulness blooming in his heart.

"And one more thing. Call me Terry. I still haven't got over my American culture." The elderly man grinned cheekily. 

How easily he could make the ravenette feel loved and welcomed! Soobin wished his parents were the same! "Yes sir." He giggled nonetheless.

"And Soobin, I'd prefer to treat you as my own kid. Rule number one, leave your shoe at the door." The solemn face of Mr. Kang made the ravenette relieved internally that he had been raised with the same manners. "And for now, I'll expect you two in clean clothes, downstairs, within the next one hour." He pointed. 

"Dada you just met him!" Taehyun bluntly stated.

"Anyway, there's much left to cook. I'll go now." His father pretended he hadn't heard the peach-haired and walked away to the kitchen; not before although, flashing Soobin another smile. 

The younger whooshed a short gush of air out his mouth. "Sorry, Dad's a little too extroverted." 

Soobin slightly shook his head in the negative. "It's fine." He assured. "He reminds me of my mom kinda..." He trailed off and sighed inaudibly so Taehyun wouldn't worry. "I'll go get freshen up." He rapidly blurted and left for the guest room. Or more like his room. For now.

The boy was certain what he had done was not the wrong decision. He believed he was right in his position. Although, from his parents' perspective, he was their spoilt son whom they had failed to build properly.

Soobin was never the type of person to beg for love from those who hated him. But he couldn't help but long for the day, the day when his parents would be proud and pleased with whoever he was and gladly accept him with widely opened arms. And it never failed to crush him thinking that he had never been, and would possibly never even be, 'good enough' for them.

[have you really read till this far? you must be exhausted then. but dont worry the end isnt very far away :D]