A few minutes later; Street of Seoul

Kim Taehuyng didn't know that Jungkook was watching him from his room when, instead of opening the door of his high-rise building, he didn't even bother to look at it, he walked on.

Taehyung bite his underlip nervously. A few meteres away from his flat he leaned on one of the huge trees which were standing on the right and left between every street lamp. He sighed loudly and let his head fall back. It was already dark, but for God's sake he didn't want to go home.

Did he really though home?

He smirked because of his dumb mistake. 

He didn't really hated his mother. Mabey because he knew what she had or who she was. Mabey because he just knew it like this. He was used to it. 
 Actually the immense mood swings and the impulsiveness which overcomed here defintivly to often lately wasn't everything. Iseul Kim was also a absolut messy, unable to make any household chores and the worst: she was paranoid as fuck. 

She never said or admit even one of this facts.

When Taehyung was younger, he didn't though that his mother was sick. He always knew, that she was diffrent, mabey in a weird way. He didn't understood why she took him everyday to the same fast food restaurant or why she forced him about being a food engineer and nothing else after watching a documentary about it in TV. 

He didn't knew why he never got a birthday cake like the other kids at school. "Mabey they are weird", he remembered that he though that. But then, as soon as his father wanted to contact him, a man which he never knew, his mom went insane. Of course Taehyung never meet his dad. His mother blocked any way of contact between father and son. 
She talked the whole day about men being assholes and dirty pervert monsters. She said that Taehyung would not be like them. She wanted him to stay single for the rest of his life.

Taehyung knew, for his mother, a girlfriend would be worse than an apocallipse.

"What would she think about a boyfriend then?", he whispered to himself. His eyes sparkled, lost in dreams. 

But know Taehyung was older. He wasn't a child anymore.

He knew, that his mother was suffering from borderline personality disorder.

However was she really suffering?

He looked at the building. The lights were off in the third floor. This made Taehyung recognize the flickering light more accurately. So she was watching TV again. Something which was strictly forbidden to him. 

And he asked himself again: "Is she really the one who is suffering?"

The wind was cold and strong. His natural dark brown hair fell across his forehead Taehyung shivered. He rubbed his hands together to keep himself warm.

"No", he though, "not really."

Because the one who suffered, the one who was literlly staying in the cold darkness right now, the one who was afraid of his future everyday, afraid of not being loved and never find someone to love, was not his mom.

 It was him.

--------------------------------------------

how do you like this english short story so far?

I hope you enjoy it! 
 btw: I'm gonna write about 10 short chapters :)

Have a great day!