•Finding my pack•

Unfortunate turn of events.

Warning: This chapter contains mentions of abuse, family issues, vulgar words, and angst.

I will not tolerate bullying, hate, or any act of rudeness or injustice. If I see any of it, I will mute you.

This has nothing to do with real life. This is all fiction, so please enjoy!

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My mother was cursing at me while I felt the hot, salty tears pouring down my face.

"What the fuck, Jeongin?! I told you that being a singer was going to get you nowhere. That's why I paid for a scholarship! Why can't you be like your hyung, huh!?" she snapped. I resumed crying, knowing my brother was a well-paid nurse, while I wanted to be a K-pop star, a job that wasn't nearly as successful. She continued to yell insult after insult until my father got home, which was at 6:00 p.m. As soon as he walked through the doors, my mom was on his tail.

I want to be a K-pop idol, but I have no idea why my parents are against it. Many people my age are. I sat on the couch in the family living room feeling like a failure, even though I made it into one of the biggest K-pop companies there is, JYP Entertainment. But my parents didn't even seem to care in the slightest.

"Beom, look what I found on his phone," my mom said, betraying me to my father. She turned my screen around, revealing my email confirmation for me to work as an idol. He glared at it, his eyes filled with fury and slowly turning carmine. I could tell I was in for another scolding.

"Why do you think I go to work for 10 hours, five days a week?" he asked. Anger clouded his natural, calming rain scent. I just shrugged my shoulders, knowing that if I responded, I'd get hit for talking back.

"I go to work so you can grow up having a wealthy and laid-back life, not so you can go fuck around!" he screeched.

Just as my mom was about to intervene, I heard somebody yell out in pain, only to realize it was me as my dad slapped me across the face. I whimpered at the stinging pain. At the sound of my distressed whimper, my youngest brother, who was an alpha, came rushing down the stairs.

"What did you do to him?" he asked as his eyes were tainted with blood red. His voice was laced with anger and possessiveness. My dad looked up at him, his own eyes already carmine in color. My brother glared at my father, stared at my pink cheek, and snarled. Seeming to piece together the situation. And he growled warningly at my father, daring him to touch me again.

"Mind your own business, or do you want to be next?" My father asked my brother. My sibling just scoffed and gave me a pitiful look. My eyes were golden with fear, telling him I wanted him to stay. But I didn't want him to get hurt, and I nodded at him to tell him I was going to be okay. He sighed but still stood there, just in case I needed help.

My parents yelled at me until my eldest brother got home from work. As soon as my parents heard his car in the driveway, they stopped yelling, knowing what he had said to them the last time something like this had happened.

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"If you guys hurt him one more time in front of me, I swear to God I won't help out with the bills and move out, and I will be taking them with me," he growled at my parents.

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So whenever they were mad and were yelling at me, they stopped when he got back. I scurried up to my room, passing my brother on the way, and he grabbed me, trying to talk to me, but I just budged past him, hissing. I just wanted to hide in my room so my oldest brother wouldn't see me cry and view me as a weak omega. I heard the door open and my parents talking to my brother like he was a literal king. I then heard him walk upstairs and stop right by my door as my little brother told him what happened. He growled loudly in annoyance. And his scent pumped out in anger.

I hid myself deeper into my now messy nest, knowing my brother was going to get into a quarrel with my parents because of me.

After a large fight broke out between him and my parents, he came upstairs and lightly knocked on my bedroom door.

"Hey, Namdongsaeng, can you let me in?" He pleaded on the other side of my door. I just whimpered in response, and he came in. His slightly annoyed grass scent filled the room, and I instantly calmed down. He gently walked over to my bed and sat down. I felt the bed dip where he was sitting.

"I heard you got into that dream company of yours. Good for you!" he congratulated. Attempting to make me feel better.

"Yeah, I guess it's cool, but Eomma and Appa aren't very happy; they want me to be like you, but I don't want to follow in your footsteps. No offense, but I've found who I am and who I want to be through dancing, and I just don't understand why they aren't at least a little bit proud of me. They act like it's hard to appreciate something about me or my accomplishments." I ranted, rather annoyed.

"I agree with you; I don't want you to follow in my footsteps either. If you want to be a singer, go ahead." He encouraged me. I let out another long, choked sob as my brother wrapped his arms around me, still respecting my nest. I wiped my dried tears and took a few deep breaths.

We both sat in silence as I still sniffled here and there. So I decided to break the ice.

"I have to go to work tomorrow, so I'm going to go to sleep." I told my brother. He looked me in the eyes and smiled.

"Okay, I hope you have a good sleep." He unwrapped his arms from my waist and scented me before he left. I sighed contently as my door clicked shut. My sniffles are finally dying down, and my breaths are longer and more lung-filling.

I recalled the events that happened today as my eyes fluttered shut and I fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning to my alarm. I lazily rubbed my eyes and sat up, my soft plush blankets falling to my waist. I pushed the blanket off my lower half and gently crawled over my nest. That excluded my parents scents.

I whimpered as my feet touched the cold wood floor. I walked towards my dresser and opened the first drawer, pulling out my work clothes. I got undressed and pulled the brown jeans over my waist and the off-white blouse over my head, sliding my arms through the holes.

I quietly walked downstairs, not wanting my parents to hear. I made it to the front door and slipped on my black dress shoes. I hurried out of the house and rushed towards my car. Once I opened the door, I stepped in and started it. I turned on the heat and drove off to work.

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I had just finished work and was driving home when I got a call from my younger brother. I would've answered it if a cop wasn't beside me, so I just let it go to voicemail.

Once I got home, I sneakily walked into my house, kicking off my shoes and creeping up the stairs so my parents, who were in the kitchen, couldn't hear me. I opened the door to my room and screamed.

All of my shit was gone. 

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Cliffhanger lol.

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