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Please, please let me erase

all of your memories of me.

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Jungkook should've trusted his instincts earlier that day.

Never in his life had he had thought about getting debarred so soon at such a tender age. He should've just taken another, longer path to reach home but he knew he couldn't stall this moment for long but the pain would come later, even if it was just a few moments late.

Sitting alone in a mediocre wooden room with a youthful picture of his mom in front him, Jeon Jungkook couldn't bring himself to cry. He stayed there the longest as guests came and went. Many came into this very room and offered condolences but he was deaf to those. It seemed like the smile his mother adorned in the black and white picture was the one she stole from him. He couldn't cry his sorrows out, nor he could smile without looking like he was at the brink of death.

A piece of clothing had never choked him so much. He loosened up his tie and at that moment, he felt a burning sensation at the back of his eyes as his nose kept getting redder and redder. He blamed it on the incense stick but he very well knew the scent was not at the fault here because he wanted himself to be confused about the cause of the incoming tears.

The whole house was desolate. Apparently, his dad had travelled to the countryside to secure a job a few hours ago but he wasn't aware that majority of the companies, small or big, were shut down because of the dwelling economic crisis. Yet, Jungkook sat in the same place for as long as he could remember.

He felt like Death had come knocking to door and silently took the woman away, whom he loved the most in this world, while he slept and slept and enjoyed the temporary bliss of the dream which he couldn't even remember after waking up.

He heard the distant whispers of his neighbours that his mother had hung herself because her money was lost in an investment in a company named...Tohi?, Yes- Dohui. Jungkook didn't even know that he could resent a company to this extent.

He still remembered the tune he was whistling before he stumbled upon a little oil lamp illuminated outside his home and that tune dissipated along with his ability to feel anything. The way the bag of rice fell down with a loud thud when he encountered the solemn faces of the people inside was still engrave in his mind.

Walking in, he was faced with a even more challenging sight. There, on the small pedestal, stood tall a photo frame embracing a photograph of his mother from her early twenties as the colloidal smoke wafted around it. Fruits and flowers were presented to it as Jungkook fell down to his knees with his mouth wide open in shock. At that moment, Jungkook didn't know what he was feeling. Was it sadness, or relief that she wouldn't have to suffer in poverty anymore?

"This is unfair." He finally spoke after a painfully long time but his voice was no less than a breath.

"Take me with you, I can't handle it anymore. And without you here, I think I've hit the rock bottom, mom." Jungkook sighed out as his eyes trailed over every smile lines, dimples and her face yelling youth. But then, he drove his attention to himself.

He was nothing like his mother.

Even though he was an adult and a senior in the highschool with the peak of his youth arriving soon, he felt no such happiness her mother radiated from the picture. He shouldn't feel envious of her lifestyle before she married his father but he can't help it. If she didn't fall in love with him and married him, then she'd still be thriving right now even if it meant that he wouldn't exist anymore.

But maybe, some people just don't attain happiness no matter which path they take.

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Kim Taehyung was furious.

As he sat on his couch facing his older brother also known as the devil-in-disguise (according to him), Taehyung couldn't help but throw a snarky comment each second to his way but the latter only had a tight-lipped smile and that made Taehyung more annoyed than he already was because he was falling terribly in troubling his brother.

"You still didn't tell me why were you here and," he dragged in deep breath, "why Younggeum is with you?"

"Oh so her name is Younggeum," he uttered after a while, "well, I spotted your wife bawling her eyes out in the middle of the night on a deserted road of such a big city like Seoul and I decided to be the gentleman I am which you aren't and offered to take her home. Of course hers, not mine. I'm not interested in other's spouses."

"She doesn't have any other houses other than this one, atleast that's what she told me, AND IM NOT MARRIED TO HER WHAT THE FU- "

"Don't swear in front of your elders, you dwarf. And that is what Younha told me. You see, your wife asked me to drop her off at Younha's house and it was suprising how she didn't recognise me given that my face is plastered in almost South Korea's every billboard."

"Don't flaunt, boasting doesn't suit you," Taehyung retorted, "just why are you both here again?"

"Oh, Younha said that you guys needed a break so your wife is staying over at her's for a while until you come and 'apologise whilst kneeling down'," the man boredly raised his index and middle fingers of both of his hands and curled them downwards two times signalling quotation marks, "as per her wordings,"

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU SHE'S NOT MY WI-" Just as Taehyung was about to erupt into flames, a small figure walked over to them with a duffel bag in her hands.

"Your Highness, I'm done. We can depart now if you wish." She gained the said man's attention without even sparing a glance towards Taehyung. The latter kept gaping like a goldfish as she coldly turned her head away and marched to the doorstep and then he looked sideways to see his brother getting up as well. He wore his black hat again and gingerly smile at him before silently whispering them in his ears before he left just to spite him, "I love the names, Kim."

Taehyung couldn't utter anything as he watched the retreating figures into the hallways but just a tiny scoff escaped past his lips as angrily gulped down a lot of water but he ended up choking on it.

"You-Younha is going to get such a nice beating from me." He wheezed out.

And how dare she give me a cold shoulder if I sheltered her for many nights?! Taehyung stomped his feet angrily as he gritted his teeth and briskly walked away. He was not going to apologize, he wouldn't stoop down no matter how lonely he felt.

"AND WHY IS SHE CALLING HIM 'YOUR HIGHN- oUCH! Who put the darn couch here!"

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"Hello Park Jimin, how was your day today?"

"A bird pooped on me today, my favourite shirt got ruined, I got fired from my job and my money I saved in the bank might perish too if I don't act fast and call them to withdraw it. So, it has not been the worst." Jimin smiled.

"Well, it is great seeing you optimistic for once." She took of her glasses and closed his file.

"It was sarcasm, Doctor Kim." He kept smiling.

"Oh," She coughed to cover up her embarrassment, "Anyways, aren't you grateful that the hospital is open and thriving? It is such a nice day outside, you could go on a little picnic with your friends, yourself...or your partner." She suggested as she drew up the blinds of her office.

"It is a nice day indeed," Jimin began that brought a smile to her lips, "but I need to go job hunting so time won't be there for such a petty thing like a picnic plus your hospital could shut down as soon as the investors who invested in here might withdraw as they have already lost their shares in the whole 'Dohui fiasco' that happened last night."

"Tell me though, are you only peing pessimistic in front of me? Because Taehyung told me you radiate such a positive energy when you're around him." She crossed her arms and leaned against the walls.

"What can I say, I'm a great actor you see," Jimin flaunted his narcissistic personality wholeheartedly to which his doctor swiftly rolled her eyes before taking her seat in front of him.

"Give me a break. Even so, how's you addiction coming along? With the economic crisis paving its way to stardom, everyone would be left penniless. Then you won't be able to buy alcohol, isn't it a great opportunity for you?"

Jimin sighed as he eased himself on the chair, "It could be, but don't act like your father won't be the richest man in Korea. I mean he was originally, but he'd be literally the only one with stacks of cash."

"Don't talk about my father like that. He might plunge the country in a difficult time but he's still my father." Younha defended although she knew her father was the only one at fault if she or Taehyung lost their job.

"So as they say," Jimin ruffled up his hair as he lazily looked about the office, "Can we get over this session soon please? I've gotta go somewhere."

"You can leave if you want, and feel free to never come back here ever again if you don't want to." Younha hissed as she took another file only to stumble upon the time. It was finally over.

"Don't you want to go home Doctor Kim?" Jimin asked her as his body was half outside the office.

"None of your buisness about what do I have to do after work hours Park."

"Fine," he said, "Suit yourself Doctor Kim."

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Younha was scared.

Not because of potential ghosts chilling around in her house, but because of her mobile phone that has been sitting room quietly for the past hour.

After coming back home with driving her car below the speed limit, she hoped that Taehyung would call and she could easily dodge it by saying she was driving but dragging the drive back home to an hour that would usually last thirty minutes, Younha wasn't so sure that her plan would work.

And now she was staring at the godforsaken device in front of her while waiting for Younggeum to change. She didn't know how she managed to roam unnoticed in the whole house without a brasserie. Maybe because Taehyung didn't pay that much attention towards her.

"Your Highness, I'm ashamed to ask you this but can you help me pull that side of this strange-looking-piece-of-clothing that I have to wear at all costs?"

Younha sighed as she gave her phone another long look before getting up. Ambling her way towards the struggling woman, she saw that Younggeum was nearly done but she couldn't lock the two pieces together. She would pull one side and the other one jerked away and vice-versa. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed one end and pulled it inwards.

But at that time, her phone began to ring. She didn't know if that was Taehyung or some other person but panic settled in as she commanded Younggeum to get that one quick so she could answer that.

"What're you doing?! Pull the end and attach the hooks- no no not that way- here, let me help!" But Younggeum slapped her hand away very politely.

"No Your Highness, I need to get this done by myself so I can lear-"

"Then do it fast!" The ringtone grew more and more violent as Younha found herself nearly jumping on the spot.

"I'm doing as quick as I can, Your Highness. Please have some patience -"

"No I can't!" As soon as she ditched the poor girl to literally dash towards her phone, the ringing stopped.

The whole room was plunged into deep silence as Younha stood upright and dusted off her clothes off the imaginary dust. She was still midway between Younggeum who finally put the damned thing on and was now trying to wear a shirt, and the now silent phone who was a little tilted sideways than its original position because of the vibration.

But then, another thing rang. This time, it wasn't her phone, it was her house bell.

Seems like it was really Taehyung calling.

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A/N: approximately 4% of my readers are male wtf-

SHOW YOURSELF- *voice cracks*