When I came to my sense from Jungkook's snoring, I got up to wash up. It was Saturday afternoon, we're lazy and we usually get up late since it's a day off of school. We did, however, stayed out pretty late last night at Base. Jungkook had went off and challenged Yugyeom to see who can drink the most. I was so pissed at him because I had to secretly leave Mark without him noticing just so I can drag his home. The others didn't come home till later. The house smelled of alcohol and throw up, well the rooms did. 

I left to check on the boys and noticed that Jin was missing. Where had he gone off to? What time did he even wake up? I went into the lounge and didn't find him there, so I went to balcony to check but he wasn't there either. for being poor because I didn't have a phone. Neither Jungkook or I did. I sighed and decided to just use of the guy's phone. Trying to not wake any of them up, I searched for Taehyung's phone, then Jimin's, then finally got Hoseok's. I tip-tioed out of the room, closing the door gently and lightly so that they wouldn't wake up. I plop down on the couch criss crossing my legs and dailed in Jin's number. It ranged for a while but he answered.

"Oh, Hoseok. I'm sorry I left with no notice, but I won't be home until later on tonight. Don't tell Jaehye anything. Sorry, I have to go," 

That's it? I thought. He didn't even let me talk! Or say let me say, 'Hey what's up? Where are you er?' Instead, he just rushed his sentence and hanged up immediately. Something smelled fishy about him. Don't tell me what? I threw Hoseok's phone on the table as I hugged the pillow that was beside me. 

"Good. I want you to meet someone,"

"Oh," I said as I remember what Mark had said last night. Who did he want me to meet? It felt awkward when he said that to me, well... because it wasn't like we were even together or anything? I didn't know him and he didn't even know me. He had asked for my number but I told him I didn't have one. I'm not rich alright. The landlord was just kind enough to give me this used up crappy place because Jungkook and I had no where to go... We had no relatives... I could tell she pitied us. 

Mark and I agreed on meeting up at the cafe shop at 3 o'clock sharp since I didn't have a phone for him to contact, and he didn't know where I lived. I looked at the time that was on Hoseok's phone; 1:10. Oh lord, did we actually knocked out the whole morning. 

Jin's POV:

I met up with Mark an hour before noon at our park where we grew up together. The park where our moms took us to play at, laugh together, and cried together because of falling down from a slide or swing. I left without giving any notice to the boys and Jaehye. I didn't want any of them to question me about my whereabouts. I didn't want them to know about my family or where I come from or worse, who's my brother. I know I sound selfish, but I just don't want them to know anything at all. 

"I'll didn't think you'll show up," said Mark as I walked up to him. 

"Shut up," I mumbled to him. I headed for the passenger side of the car that he had took with him. It was mine to begin with, but then given to him because I took off. 

"I'll drop you off at home first," 

I looked at him in confusion, "I thought we were going together," 

"I have other business to do," 

"And what is that," I asked which I shouldn't have. I've never asked him about what he does. , I don't even ask about how he's been. I don't talk to him at all, period. 

He smirked to me, "You'll find out later," 

My phone rang, and I took it out. Good thing because I was about to knock Mark out right in the car for being so cocky about my questioning. I looked at the caller ID, Hoseok. I picked it up, "Oh, Hoseok. I'm sorry I left with no notice, but I won't be home until later on tonight," I turned away from Mark and whispered, "Don't tell Jaehye anything. Sorry, I have to go." I hung up my phone immediately, turning it off in case they called again. 

"Who was that," Mark asked.

"No one," I answered. 

When we reached our house, I sat in the car nervously. 

"Are you not getting off," said Mark which startled me. 

"Y-yeah, I am," I said. I unbuckled myself and opened the door. Before I could get out, Mark held onto my shoulder.

"Don't do anything stupid," he said. I looked back at him with a glare.

"I won't," I said as I shook him off. What pisses me off the most is Mark acting like he's older than me... Okay he is, by a couple of months, but that doesn't mean he can tower over me and I hated it. I let out a sigh as I stood in front of 'my house.' I haven't seen them in past two years now. What would my dad do? What would my mom do? What would I do... I stumbled back and forth at the front lawn thinking if I should go in or not. If I should even knocked. I hesitated to walk up the front door. I even hesitated to turn back. 

"If you care about your mom then you should at least show up," 

Mark was right. I do care. She went through the pain of giving birth to me, feeding me and raising me, and look what I've done. I've left her behind to carry more burdens. With no more thoughts, I finally brought the courage to the door step and knocked. A few maids were immediately surprised by my appearance. They quickly left to get my mother as I made my way in. 

"Seokjin ah!" I heard my mom's voice. I turned to see her coming down from the stairs, "Seokjin," she said with tears in her eyes as she held my face, "My son," 

"Omma," I said as I smiled. She pulled me in for a hug as she weeped. I pat her back for comfort, "Umma, I'm sorry," Was all I could say. I didn't know what to say to make her stop crying. I wasn't ready to come back home. 

"Seokjin!" said Mark's mom. My mom pulled back and wiped her tears as she came up to us, "My dear Seokjin,"

"Annyeongsayo Omoni," I greeted her with a bow. 

She traced her fingers on the side of my face, "It's been a while," 

"Ye," I said. 

"Your dad isn't home at the moment; go wash up and get dressed up," she told me.

"Ye, I will. Kasahamnida." I followed my mom to my old room. 

"Everything is still how it was two years ago," she said as she opened the door to reveal everything still in place, untouched. "I wouldn't let anyone come in here besides me. Your father insisted on cleaning everything out but I told him not to," 

I walked into the room and it gave me quite a chill. My stuff animals that I had when I was a kid was still sitting on my shelf. My books stood lifelessly beside it, my desk was clean, it had no dust or anything and my bed was neatly organized. The only thing that had changed was my clothes. My closet was empty.

"I had the maid change out your closet. Since you were gone for so long, I was pretty sure your clothes wouldn't fit you anymore," she came up to me and held my face once more, "And I guessed right. You've become a man," 

"Omma, komawo," I said. 

"I'll get some new ones right away before tonight. You need some while you're here," 

I grabbed onto her arm before she could leave, "Omma," I said, "I won't be here that long. I just a set of clothes for tonight, that's all," 

"Why... But-"

"Omma," I said with a smile, "Please." She nodded and then left. If I was to sleep here tonight, I wouldn't be able to sleep at all. I would be uncomfortable and insecure. I didn't leave because I didn't want to be part of this family. I left because I didn't want to be part of my dad's company, but he wouldn't understand that. That's why Mark and I are who we a