Let's Go Home: 1.1

It was a Saturday evening when he heard the scream from inside the mansion. He was sure it was his auntie or maybe his second aunt? Who knows?

Seokjin let out a tired sigh. He felt nostalgic when he saw the tall white mansion. He used to play here with his younger brother but that was all in the past. He didn't care anymore, it had already been too long since the last time he stepped inside the household.

His back was itchy, his wings urged him to let them out but he knew too well that nobody wanted to see them.

Everyone shut their mouths when he stepped inside, all eyes on him. On their faces, he saw various emotions like;

Hatred

Disgust

But most of all fear.

Fear from the people inside the mansion. His own family was scared of him.

Seokjin was the one that should be the leader but he will never take that role, not when his father died for that damn position.

He walked without giving anyone a friendly glance, though he did offer a sincere smile to his younger brother. His dear brother.

He entered the room with the big altar and he stared at his grandfather. People always said he looked just like him: his figure, his face, even his voice- A perfect copy of the great leader.

The grandfather he looked up to when he was a kid, the man who taught him almost everything he needs to know to survive. The only family member that still accepted him no matter how many flaws he had. It still was hard to cry even though inside he was dying with sadness.

"Hyung," Namjoon patted his shoulder, the only one who dared to do that. Seokjin looked to his side, his brother's eyes red and puffy; both of them loved their grandpa so much.

"Why?" he asked bluntly, Namjoon pulled him down to sit in front of their grandfather's coffin.

"Sickness. Grandpa was already in a bad condition since four months ago," Namjoon explained, voice hoarse as if he had been crying before Seokjin arrived.

For a moment Seokjin felt bad for leaving everything on Namjoon's shoulder but it was his younger brother who volunteered to be the one in charge.

"I see," Seokjin nodded his head solemnly. He brought his hands together and clasped them in front of his chest. He forgot how many years had passed since he last prayed; it felt like he hadn't done it for ten years.

He talked with Namjoon for a little more than an hour until his uncle entered with a sour face and called both of them to the living room.

It was a big room with a chandelier above their heads, long oak table with sparkling cakes served before them. Seokjin felt sick when they fought even before he sat on his seat, Namjoon averted his eyes and chose to kept quiet.

"It's up to us," Said one man- he recognized him as his uncle that took care of the branch family in Busan.

Another woman wearing an expensive-looking black dress laughed sarcastically, "We all know it's our family's place to take the business!" she slammed her hand down on the table.

Seokjin rubbed his forehead, he wanted to puke. He stood up abruptly, startling everyone, and left the table with his teacup.

People whispered behind his back, mocking him. Some of them let out their wings to embarrass him. He clenched the glass, until he heard an ugly crack that made him feel a little satisfied but the itch kept asking to be scratched.

Disgusting

But he must stay for a while, to pay respect to his grandfather.

"No!" A high pitched yelp brought him back to reality. He tilted his head and walked closer to the source of that sound.

The sound led him to the garden behind the mansion. The cold weather made him shiver, it was winter after all.

The snow on his black hair looked beautiful but the two boys before him looked even prettier than the huge pile of white snow.

"Jungkook! Get down here!" The taller kid shouted, his brown hair fluffy and bouncing along with him.

It seemed the kid was trying to get the other kid down from the tree branch, but no matter how far the older kid tried to reach, the tree branch was too high for him.

The other kid, the one Seokjin assumed as his little brother, giggled at his older brother. He looked smug and kinda cocky, it resembled Seokjin and Namjoon.

It was when the younger kid lost his grip on the branch that Seokjin almost stopped breathing. He moved fast enough to catch the little kid before he hit the ground right on his face. The older brother's jaw dropped, eyes wide and the next thing he knew, both of the kids started crying together.

The one called Jungkook gripped Seokjin's leather jacket like there was no tomorrow while the older kid ran to his side and scolded his younger brother while crying.

Seokjin found himself in a weird situation. He couldn't move because the other kid was refusing to let his jacket go and the older one was still ranting about how dangerous and stupid Jungkook was.

"S-Sowwy-" Jungkook, the kid with raven hair, said between his sobs.

"D-Don't do that again!" his older brother shouted, making Seokjin cover his ears. "What would have happened if nobody had been here to save you like this older brother did!" he added again loudly.

Seokjin flinched when the older brother also hugged him. Technically he tried to hug his younger brother but ended up falling on Seokjin's lap and decided to remain there.

"Um, kids?" Seokjin called awkwardly, both of them raised their heads to meet Seokjin's face.

"Oh?" Jungkook eyed him with his doe eyes, "Appa?" he called. Seokjin felt his head spinning.

"Pardon?" he replied.

"Grandpa?" the older kid tilted his head. For the first time after the accident he finally saw his savior and it looked awfully like his Grandpa; except the man looked more handsome and younger.

"There you are!" Seokjin saw Namjoon running towards them, "Jungkook! Taehyung! I've been looking for you two!" the other male said while panting.

Seokjin raised his eyebrow, clearly confused. Jungkook shook his head, still refusing to let Seokjin's jacket go.

"Ah Hyung," Namjoon let out a sigh, "I was about to introduce them to you," he made an excuse.

"Who are they?" Seokjin asked with a serious voice, Jungkook and Taehyung flinched a little but stubbornly stayed beside Seokjin.

Namjoon rubbed the back of his head, as he always does that when he's nervous, "well, they are…. They are grandpa's kids."

Seokjin choked.