It's the weekend!
Yay...

Strolling through the park with your hands in your pockets and your only friend stuffed into your left pocket, you breathe in the silent night air as you pass under the occasional yellow light of the lamp posts scattered along the pathway.

Passing by multiple people sitting on benches, your eyes light up at the empty one in the middle of the occupied ones as your feet pick up it's pace. You knew that the people of Seoul loved weekend nights at the park and finding an empty bench was rather impossible.

Each bench was a good distance away from each other and you were so focused on getting to it, that you didn't notice the other desperate figure that was scurrying towards it from the other side as well.

Almost there..

As you near the bench, your eyes catch the silhouetted figure and you sprint towards the bench. The figure does the same until the both of you collide on the bench. The bench was rather small and was better for a single person to sit on.

Gritting your teeth at the person with the hood pulled over its head, you say,
"I was here first."
You see the figure stiffen as soon your voice leaves your lips and it chuckles, the voice giving away that it's a man.

You frown at how familiar he sounds and he says,
"Out of all the people in the world, I get a bench with Jeon Y/N."
Your eyes widen and you smack your palm to your forehead groaning.
"Park Jimin.." you say in disgust, moving away from him and sticking to the handle of the bench.

He does the same and pulls his hood off his head, revealing his chestnut brown locks that bounce as he shakes his head, running a hand through them. You noticed that was a regular habit of his and it would get most of the girls going, but not you. You never liked him a bit.

"If the benches weren't filled, I'd dump this one right now, but given the case.." he trails off with a scoff and you roll your eyes.
"I'd do the same, loser."
"Hey, watch it."
He says, eyeing you.

Sighing, you look around, making sure your eyes are anywhere but near his. Your mind lights up when you remember your forgotten friend that had been trapped in your pocket.

Shoving your hand down your left pocket, you pull out the box of cigarettes. Raising his eyebrow in amusement, he says,
"You smoke?"
"Yeah. So?"
You say, still not looking at him as you dig into your other pocket, you face falling as you curse your stupidity.

"Don't worry. I have one." He says sourly, taking out a lighter.
Eyeing him, you place a cigarette between your two fingers, bringing it up to your lips as you move closer to him and he does the same.
Snapping open the cap of the lighter, you bend forward, placing the end of the cigarette in the flame and move away when it's done, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

He scoffs and shakes his head.
"You aren't even gonna offer me a cigarette?"
Glancing at him, your let out another puff as the white cloud twists and deforms before dissolving into the air.

Tossing the box at him, he catches it and does the same thing you did.
"So what brings you here?"
He says, leaning back against the bench, tilting his head upwards so his thick neck is on display as he releases the dancing smoke from his mouth.

"I could ask you the same thing." You say monotonously, eyeing the people that pass by the two of you. When you hear no reply from him, you cross your legs and pull out your phone, checking the time.
8:42 p.m

"Isn't it a privilege to be sitting with the unbreakable Titanium.." He says, his words laced with sarcasm and bitterness.
Snapping your head towards him you scowl.
"Don't piss me off Jimin. Go find another bench if this is all you're gonna do here." You spit out in a low, warning voice.

"I'm so afraid!"
He says, raising his hands and shaking them.
You scoff and turn away, muttering.
"You're pathetic.. no wonder your ass gets beat by my brother."
His sharp ears pick every word up and he sits up, his hands clenched in fists as he opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by your familiar NCT127 ringtone.

He glances at your phone and says,
"The bitch calls.."
You look to your phone and it is indeed the bitch that calls.
Picking up, you press the phone to your ear.

"What is it?"
Jungkook's annoyed voice pierces through your ears from the other side, leaving only a muffled voice for Jimin to hear.
"Where the heck are you?"
"I'm in the park with..."
You glance at Jimin, squeezing your eyes shut, vowing to deny you ever said this.
"With a friend." You finish your sentence.

"I don't care. It's almost 9 and it's not safe for you to be out alone with a 'friend'."
"Wow, your long lost emotions have decided to show up now."
You say, sarcasm dripping with every word that leaves your mouth.
It's utter silence for a second or two from his side before his monotonous voice emerges.
"Get home or you can find yourself walking to training tomorrow."
You groan as he abruptly cuts the line, almost letting out a string of cussing if you hadn't forgotten about the person next to you.

"See you tomorrow, Titanium."
He says tauntingly as you throw your half burnt cigarette at him before jogging back home.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

Opening the door silently, hoping your brother may have fallen asleep you throw your sneakers off your feet and walk silently past the mudroom with fingers crossed before you enter the living room.

"I'm not sleeping."
You sigh, walking into the living room to see Jungkook sprawled out on the couch with the TV on.
You scrunch your nose up at the unusual sight.
"Since when do you watch TV?"
"Since today."

Taking a seat beside him, an uneasy feeling stirs inside you, a prediction that you won't like what he might say next. With a sigh, he sits up and turns to you with his usual neutral exterior.

"Tomorrow is Mom and Dad's anniversary."
Oh..
Hiding the sting of pain that hits your chest, you reply.
"And?"
"I thought we should go-"
"I am not stepping into that house and I never will."
You say firmly, your gaze burning into his.

And for the first time, you see a glint of emotion rise up in his eyes as he nervously clenches his fists.
"Y/N I know how much you hate them and I do too. The thing is.. they've asked to meet tomorrow and as a sign of respect I think we-"
"Respect?!"
You yell, standing up from the seat. The anger due to the audacity of your parents and at the fact that your robot brother was able to feel for them instead of you, got your mind burning in rage.

"I don't know how you can sit there and say that after everything they've-"
"You think I don't know what they've done to us?"
He stands up abruptly, breathing hard with clenched fists and bulging muscles under his white t-shirt.

"They still have leverage over us and that's the only reason why I'm considering this."
H

e spits out as you furrow your eyebrows.
"What leverage?"

He runs his hand through his hair and rests his other hand on his hip.
"

They still pay the money for our rent and training."
"Wh- but.. why didn't you tell me?"
You whine in annoyance as he rolls his eyes.

"I don't have to tell you anything."
B

efore you could reply, he continues.
"Anyways, the money still goes to their account and I don't have one. So, for the time would you mind keeping your mouth shut and go with the flow?"

You scoff and give him a sweet smile.

"Been doing that my entire life."

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

"I can't believe we're doing this."

You say through gritted teeth as Jungkook lifts his hand, pressing the doorbell to the king sized mansion.

Sure, it was beautiful on the outside but the most horrid of memories would creep into their minds when they entered inside.

"Just shut. up."
H

e says as the maid guides the both of you through the house.
"This way ma'am-"
"Um, we know the way.."
You say politely and she bows, walking away.
"Rude."
You hear your elder brother mutter beside you.

"Whatever."

Turning down the final corner, goose bumps coat your skin as your eyes roam around each nook and cranny of the house that you were dying to get out of one day. But now here you were, fulfilling your 'parents' wishes of meeting them on their 20th anniversary, when all they did was make your lives harder.

Stepping into the lounge room after your brother, your breath gets stuck in your throat for a moment as your eyes land on the your mother and father sitting on the white couch, looking completely sober and normal.

Tugging you forward, Jungkook takes you to the couch opposite them and sits on the black couch.

"My dear children!"
Y

our mother stands up, holding her arms out as she approaches you, engulfing you in a warm hug. The bubbly and burning feeling in your chest as you close your eyes, doing your best to control yourself.

How can she? How can they stand here like nothing has happened? I can't stand it.

Noticing your stressed appearance, Jungkook put his hand around your shoulder and it left you bewildered. Your brother who hardly ever looks at you is now caressing your arm, making you wonder if it's an action of genuine emotion.

Clearing his throat, he pulls his hand away and you think,

Ah.. It's for the parents.

Sitting back down, you father speaks up.
"

So, as you know, we are inviting the two of you to our anniversary ceremony since you are.."
He clears his throat and finishes his sentence.
"Since you are our children."

The urge to scoff at the reluctance and disgust in the last few words that left your father made you clench your fist, your nails digging into your skin.

"We'll be here by 7.." says Jungkook as the audible gasp of your mother echoes in the expensive room. Bringing her hand to her chest where a delicate gold, diamond studded necklace rested, she leans forward, taking your hands in hers and looking at them.

"Look at your hands, Y/N! They're so.. bruised!"

Like you even care.

Pulling your hands away, you say,
"

I'm a boxer, what do you expect?"
Before she could reply, you throw out another sentence that closes her mouth immediately as she retreats back next to her husband.

"I've been injured worse in my life." You say with a smile.

Jungkook eyes you and speaks up.
"

Anyways, dad I-"
"Mr. Jeon." Your father says firmly with no emotion and you could see the recent demeanor of Jungkook show out in your father at the moment.

Lowering his gaze, Jungkook corrects himself.
"

Mr. Jeon... I know that the money from my wins have been assigned to your account and I would like it to be transferred to-"
"You don't have a bank account, Jungkook and it's better that we have the money so we know you aren't blatantly throwing it around."

Furrowing his eyebrows, he looks up at his father.
"

But-"
"No buts. I know how people your age become when they gain a little... too much money."
Your father and mother exchange glances and you grit your teeth, speaking up.

"But it's his money. You can't just take it."
"

This doesn't concern you, Y/N. It's not like you've been getting much of an income anyways."
Your mother says, moving the hair from her shoulder away, flashing the loads of jewelry gracing her neck and wrists.

You stand up with clenched fists and heavy breathing as your parents look at you with wide eyes.
"

We'll get going now!" Jungkook jumps up, taking your hand and pulling you out of the room and out the mansion to his car.

"If I can just get to introduce my fist to their faces-"
"

And we won't be needing that." Jungkook says, shoving you into the passenger's seat.
Getting into the drivers seat with a groan, he ruffles his hair and says,

"That went well, don't you think?"