Day 167

My parents want me to go with them in that stupid house again for the whole summer vacation. I tried to talk with them but they didn't even listen to me so... it looks like I don't have a choice.

I hate being there. The house is old and the smell is like someone have died there. I don't have any friends too. Why am i so fucked up?

Taeyong sighed and closed his notebook where he was taking notes every day. He pressed it to his forehead and groaned loud enough so his parents could hear him.

"Is everything okay, honey?" his mother asked as she slowly entered the room and sat down on the rim of the bed.

"Why are you doing this to mee~?" Taeyong yelled as he hid his whole face with the notebook.

"Ohh c'mon baby. You used to love this house. Why are you like this now?" the woman asked softly, stroking his head and smiling.

"I grew up."

"If you say so, big boy. Now, pack your things. Your father is waiting for us."

Taeyong groaned again and stood up, approaching his suitcase with reluctance. He quickly packed his clothes, shoes, video games and some other things that he thought he will need and took his suitcase, going to the car. He put it in the luggage carrier and sat inside the car putting his headphones almost immediately.

He turned up the volume of the music on his phone but it wasn't enough to mute the noise of his two parents, who were listening to the radio and were singing with their whole throats.

It was gonna be a long ride.