*Miyoung's POV*
I sees hesitation in his eyes.
"Taemin, if you want to go. Just go." I gently said.
"YAH LEE JAEHYUN, I HEARD YOU'RE DEAD. DON'T FAKE, I KNOW YOU ARE INSIDE." Someone shouted from the outside, both Taemin and I looked towards the door.
"You stay here." Taemin ordered me as he stood up and walked towards the door.
*Taemin's POV*
"Yah, get your father to come out. I know he's still alive." The tattooed one said.
"He's dead. What you want me to do?"
"Don't lie kiddie, he's inside right." He smirked. Tsk, how stubborn is he??
"I. Said. He. Is. Dead. Believe. It. Or. Not. Your. Problem." I slammed the door.
"Gees, bunch of brainless gangster." I rolled my eyes as I returned to Miyoung.
"YAH IF YOU DON'T COME OUT I WILL BURN THE HOUSE DOWN!"
"Argh! Why are they so irritating!!!" I clenched my teeth.
"Yah, relax. Talk to them nicely." Miyoung held my hand.
"Talk nicely? Talk nicely doesn't work on this bunch of barbarians."
"Then how are you going to settle?" Miyoung asked, I smirked.
"Get me a chopper."
"What??"
"Just kidding." I laughed and headed for the door again.
"Hyung?" I opened the door, but they were gone. Hyung were standing outside, he smiled.
"Where have you been the whole night?" He holds a pot in his hand.
"I... Did this." He opened up the pot, showing ashes inside.
Is this... Appa's ashes? I looked up at him, he nodded, seems to know what I'm thinking.
Miyoung came and stood beside me, both of us were stunned.
"Taemin, let's go back to Omma's side." Hyung smiled.
"Hyung..."
"It's Appa's wish isn't it? Just fulfill it then."
Hyung kept on smiling, but his smile just don't seems real to me.
"Jinki oppa, have you already decided?" Miyoung asked as she wrapped her hands around my arm.
Hyung nodded.
"Taemin, let's go for a hair cut before going to Omma's company." Hyung said.
"Huh? Why must I?"
"Your hair is too long. Look like gangster you know. Omma won't like it."
"So? Everyone here assumed I am. So be it then." I rolled my eyes. Tsk.
"Nah, Omma is a well-known person. You want her to be disgrace because of us?"
"HYUNG! What are you thinking! Every sentence also Omma Omma Omma, when did you start to think so much of her??" I stomped out of the house with Miyoung behind me.
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