Criminal Obssesion

Home is the place where you belong, except when it isn't.

(A/N: Dude, like if you switch around the letters in man, in man tiddies, you get nam tiddies.
[. .] Like woah.)

9 years ago...
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°•○●□■ Bangtan school parking lot

The shabby grey sedan finally pulled out of the school parking lot, and the conversation inside began.

"Hoseok, I just got your acceptance letter from Bighit academy, you'll be attending in the fall."

"Oh, that's great! They have a great dance program there!"

Hoseok's mother quizzically looked at her son, before letting out a dissapointed sigh.

"Dance program? No! you're going to be studing for business management like your father did."

"B-but mom, i wanted to study dance..."

"When i was younger, i never got the things i wanted unless i worked for it."

"I know mom but-"

"You and your siblings are so ungrateful for all the priviliges you have in this era. Give me your phone, now."

"Really mom?"

"Now." Ms. Jung's tone never faltering.

"Here you go." Hoseok slid it out his bag

"You're grounded for two weeks."

"But mom." Hoseok fought with tears as his voice was on the verge of breaking, afraid of the more severe scolding for crying.

"Sorry mom, thank you for making me fill out the application." He solemnly apologized

"That's better."

A few minutes of silence

"Hoseok, do you have any homework tonight?"

"..well, not much, it's not that hard, so i can finish it quickly."

"Good."

"Why? Are we going somewhere?"

"Well, as you should've already known we're having dinner with your future father tonight, and i want you all looking to impress him. I've already fixed the rest of your siblings, and now i have to work on you."

"...."

"And you're gaining some weight... too much sweets! Jeez, did i raise such greedy pigs."

"...."

"Today Kisho and Nako were fighting over laundry beads and spilled them all over my bed, because Daewon was busy cleaning the kitchen!"

"...."

"And when i hit her, she started crying and slammed the door locking herself in the bathroom!"

"...is she still in there?"

"What? No! I told her that if she stayed in there i would tear up her paintings and she burst out."

"Oh..."

"I deserve a vaction from you four! All you ever do is talk back and make my life miserable, i should just pack up and leave."

"No mom please, we love you!"

"Yeah right."

"Speaking of Daewon's paintings, where have you hid my 'pictures' this time." Ms. Jung nonchalantly tapped on the steering wheel.

"O-Oh i put-t them-
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