(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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Shards of the broken windshield flew everywhere, as the car spun into the railing.
"Oh crap, i think she's dead!" The dark haired man frantically jumped out the black bulgatti, with his partner calmly following after.
"Yeah no shit sherlock."
"B-but she's-"
"Dead. Yeah. Come on! This isn't your first mission, for God's sake! We gotta go!" The oldest ushering his partner back into the vehicle.
Weewooweewoooweewooweewooo
"Mom!? Mom! Wake up! Wake up! Please mom!"
"Come on, buddy, we're gonna take you to the hospital."
°•○●□■ Kim Residence
"YOOOONGIIII~" The second Kim son called for his brother in a sing-songy voice.
"NAMJOON SHUT UPPPP~" The eldest Kim responded
"YOONGI! mom needs you downstairs!" Namjoon yelled back once again.
Yoongi threw of the covers angrily, stomped to the door, and grunted back an answer
"Alright, I'm coming!"
"Ew Yoongi, no one needed to know that" Namjoon snickered.
"You're not funny Joon!"
The black-haired boy stumbled down the staircase, in an oversized t-shirt.
"Now, why was i disturbed from my..."
"Masturbation~" Namjoon sneared and left the kitchen
"Namjoon, i swear to frikin Jesus-"
"Yoongi! There you are!" Mrs. Kim schreeched and hugged up her eldest son
"Did you need something, or am i getting arrested finally?"
Mrs. Kim slapped Yoongi's shoulder
"Neither, and should i be concerned?
Whatever, you got accepted into BigHit academy!"
"Yay." Yoongi grabbed some chips and jumped onto the couch
"Come on Yoongi! This is great news, we gotta celebrate, you and your brother, go get dressed, we're going out!"
Mrs. Kim shoved her son off the couch.
"Wow! You're the best, mom." Yoongi responded sarcastically
"That's better!" Mrs. Kim chuckled.
°•○●□■ Choi Funeral home
"I'm really sorry for your loss kids..." The man caressed Hoseok's back skillfully hiding a wicked grin, as the four children young children wept over the black casket.
"Your mom made me a potential guardian, so I'll visit once or twice a week to check on you guys... and so you aren't seperated. "
"Thanks, Mr......" Kisho, the third oldest
looked up.
"Just call me Dad."
Thanks for reading, if anyone is!
Drink water, and stay specialé
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Authoryhooman: Tsunoisthebestgirl