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You had gone to Jihun's house, and when you woke up, you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist. You tried squirming out of Jihun's grip, but it only tightened.

"Jihun, I know you're awake." You said. "I need to head home soon."

He sighed. "Fine."

You both got changed and got ready for the day, and you ended up changing into this.

"Your mom isn't going to like- scold me for wearing this, right?" You asked.

"No. You look really good." He smiled. "She actually wore stuff like that when she was our age."

"Okay, good." You smiled.

You made your way down stairs and breakfast was already made. "Good morning, kids." Mrs. Park smiled.

You smiled at her and sat at the table, eating breakfast with them. Afterwards, you thanked Mrs. Park for letting you stay, said your good byes, and headed home. Soon, you were pulling into your driveway. You were happy, but the moment you opened the door, the atmosphere got tense and you couldn't help but notice how stiff the boys in the living room were.

You walked over to them cautiously. "What did you guys do?"

Chan chuckled nervously. "Nothing! Why would you think that?"

You noticed how pale they had gotten. "You know what? I don't want to know."

You walked up to your room and you could tell that something was wrong. You opened the door and your stomach instantly dropped, your mood taking a complete one-eighty.

Clothes were strewn across the room, your things were scattered in different areas, your bed was messed up, your jewelry was on the floor and the thing that made you furious, the picture of you and your adoption family was on the ground, shattered into tiny pieces.

You ran back downstairs and stood in front of the boys. "Who went through my room?"

"Seungbi, please don't get mad, we weren't trying to break things." Joshua spoke up.

"All of you went through my room?!" You yelled.

Jeonghan nodded slowly. "We're sorry."

Your mind was whirring with the different emotions you felt. "Why did you go through my things? Do you realize that you broke the only picture I had of my adoption family. I can't even get another one from them, because they're dead! That was all I had of them!"

"Seungbi, we're sorry-" Seungcheol began.

"I don't have anything left of them, Seungcheol!" Your voice broke. "I never got the chance to talk about it, but they're gone, and it hurts. Now, I don't even have a picture with them!"

Jun looked up at you. "I'm sure you can get another one somehow."

You looked over at Jun, glaring. "What?"

He locked eyes with your for a moment. "Your eyes are getting puffy."

You looked down at the floor and took a deep breath. "Please, go clean my room."

After several minutes, the boys came back with concerned expressions, and you crossed your arms. "I don't have anything left of my family that sheltered me before you guys took me in. They were my family."

"You're so sensitive." Jihoon mumbled.

Everyone looked extremely confused or shocked, except for Seungcheol. He just looked up at you through his bangs with a straight face. (like in the picture up there^)

You tried to keep your cool and headed for the kitchen. "Let's just eat."

The boys followed you into the kitchen, and soon, you were all eating, you were picking at your food, rather than eating, since you had lost your appetite.

"Seungbi, are you okay?" Vernon asked.

You nodded. "I'm good."

"Look at me." Seungcheol demanded, so you slowly looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"Jihoon called me sensitive for missing my parents," You admitted. "Who are dead."

"They weren't even your real parents." Jihoon jumped in.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm down again, but failing. You faced him, looking him dead in the eye.

You put your hand on the dull knife next to your plate. "Stop talking."

"If I don't?" He tested.

You stared at him for a moment, before grabbing the knife and throwing it.

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