~ 2015 ~ 

Nam Joon was at home, relaxing at home when his mum came home. She saw him laying on the couch in the messy lounge room and sighed tiredly, "Nam Joon!" She called but his eyes didn't avert from the television screen.

She dropped her hand bag on the table and started picking up all the rubbish, "You sit around all day, make a mess and expect me to clean it up don't you!?" 

He looked up at her when she blocked the screen and she tossed all of the wrappers and clothes at him. He sat up with wide eyes, "What was that for!?" He shoved the mess aside and stood from the couch. 

"You're so lazy! I nah you all the time and you don't even listen." She said angrily.

"I'm tried okay." He said as he stretched his arms and back.

"You don't think I'm tired!? I clean this dump every morning before going to work and come back to a pigsty." Her voice was becoming louder as her frustration grew, "What are you so tired from doing anyway? You quit your job. You sleep all the time, you don't even have a hobby, what are you tried from?" 

"Life!" Nam Joon screamed.

"Pfft, don't start with this whole, 'life's hard as a kid' story. Doesn't work on me." She rolled her eyes, "You need to find a new job or clean the house." She said.

"I gotta study, I have no time to clean." He replied.

She laughed and snorted at the same time, "You never study!" 

"Well. Maybe I want to today?" He retorted.

"You were watching tv when I walked in here! And where's your books, I don't see any." She couldn't believe she had raised such an irresponsible, lazy son. Nam Joon had had enough of her nagging and went to his room, locking his door shut.

Seok Jin was in his room, at his desk with his head down and headphones over his ears. His curtains were closed, blocking the beautiful sunshine that was shining outside. Exams were approaching fast and he had little to no time to spend outside. He was studying close to 17 hours a day. He was beginning to wonder if all of this torture he was putting himself through was really worth it. 

His mother came in with snacks, she had a friendly smile on her face as she gently called his name, but he didn't hear her. She placed the tray on his open books, and he glared up at her. He ripped off his headphones and stood up abruptly, "I was reading that! Move it!" He demanded.

She quickly picked up the tray and he sat