'So, Jimin, is it okay to ask about you a bit?' My dad starts again as we're all eating
'Yeah, of course. Ask away.' Jimin nods
'What is your family like? I assume it can't get weirder than this.' My dad chuckles, gesturing at us
Jimin chuckles as well, 'Well, it's just me, my mom, and my younger brother. And my brother might be weirder than all of us here together.'
'He is absolutely adorable, though.' My mom giggled
'He is like a little steamed bun on batteries. Never shuts up.' Jimin snorts
'Unless he's eating.' I joke
'Why do you think I keep giving him snacks?' Jimin giggles
'Just don't overfeed him. If he gets too big, he'll take me down when he jumps on me.'
'You get along with his brother then?' My dad asks me
'I'm pretty sure he loves her more than he loves me.' Jimin answers for me. 'I hear word noona about 50 times a day.' If he's wasn't smiling at me like an angel, I'd think he's annoyed by it
'You mentioned last time that you're taking care of your brother. Does your mom work a lot, then?'
Thank God. I thought he was gonna ask about his dad. That would have been a fun dinner convo.
'Yes. She owns a graphic design studio, so she is at work most of the time.' It's kind of funny that she owns a graphic studio, and he can barely hold a pen properly.
'That must be hard. It's kind of like you have a kid already. Taking care of him when you yourself are only 18.'
'It used to be hard, but it's honestly not that bad now. The more he grows, the easier it is. Soon enough, he will be able to do most of the things on his own. It might actually be harder to get used to not taking him to school and such.' Jimin chuckles
'Knowing him, he will pretend to forget the way to school just so you can go with him.' I joke
'You might be right. We spoiled him too much.'
'Do you remember the first time we took her to kindergarten?' My dad turns to my mom, all giddy
'Yes, yes. In that little cute pink dress and pigtails you did. Those were awful.' My mom laughs
'She still looked adorable.' He argues
'We sat outside for half an hour after she went in. She didn't even cry about leaving us. She just walked off.'
'And when we went to pick her up...'
They were having their own little conversation, and the more I watched them, the more I noticeed both of them looking at each other. And I think Jimin noticed it too.
He leaned into my ear, whispering, 'I feel like we're bothering them.'
'I thought I was crazy.' I whisper back
'I thought we were supposed to be teenagers.' He giggled as quietly as he could, hiding his face in my shoulder not to disturb them
'.... oh, those were some good times.' My mom laughs and they finally stopped their little conversation, turning back to us
We both pretended not to see a thing. What else can we do?
'Apologies about this. It just brings back memories.' My dad says to him
'Not at all. I did wonder what she was like as a kid.' Jimin giggles back at him
'She was a literal angel. The cutest, most adorable kid I've ever seen, and not because she's my daughter, but she was simply a pretty child.' My dad beams all porudly
'I fully believe that.' Jimin says as he looks at me, his eyes almost sparkling as he's gazing at me
'But she was a little demon.'
Well, that took a turn.
'Huh?' I mumble
'He is right, honey.' My mom agrees. 'You wouldn't stop stealing sweets, and then you'd get hyper and high on sugar and wouldn't sleep until 1 in the morning. You kept drawing on your dad shirts with my makeup because you said you wanted dad to be pretty.'
I was listening in disbelief, while Jimin was dying laughing in his chair next to me.
'I still remember opening my work bag and finding her toys instead of my papers in there. When I came home, she said she wanted me to have fun like she does.' My dad was laughing as well, finding all of that cute
'And she even tried to get into a suitcase to go to work with her dad.' My mom kept adding
'Remember when she brought that mouse inside because she watched Tom & jerry and wanted a mouse?' My dad turns to my mom again
'Took us a week to catch the little bastard.'
'Oh my god.' Jimin was wheezing, almost crying in tears. 'At that point, I would have kept the mouse and left her out.'
'That's just rude!' I swat him lightly on the shoulder, but he took my hand and pulled me into his chest, leaving a kiss on my hair
'Still cute.' He kept giggling at me, pinching my nose a bit. He is way too relaxed. I don't like this.
'Do you mind me asking, how long have you two been dating?' My dad asks both of us, smiling at us
'A bit less than two months.' Jimin answered as he let me go, but kept holding my hand. My dad, on the other hand, lost his smile.
'Are you okay?' I ask
'Yeah, sorry, I just- I was convinced you two have been together the entire high school or something.'
Jimin and I looked at each other, neither of us sure about how to process this or what to say.
'I only meant that you don't look like you've only started dating. It looks more like you've been together for a long time. Especially the way you look at each other.' He had that smile back on his face, getting excited all over again, while I just felt embarrassed. I don't even know what he means.
My mom tapped him to whisper something to him, and they both started giggling, with him replying to her with, 'That's exactly what I thought.'
I thought Jimin might be as embarrassed as I was, but he was just happy, almost giggling. I'm the only lost one. In my own home.
'I really don't think this dinner was for me.' He leaned in to whisper to me, snickering lowly.
Looking at those two that are supposed to be my parents, I see what he means. They're both in their own little world, talking to each other about god knows what, both of them lightly blushing.
I know they were married, but I honestly didn't expect this to happen. Ever. But they seem like they're into each other. Again.
'I'm starting to think the same.' Why don't they just go out on a date?!
'Should we maybe slip away and leave them to it?' He jokes
I wouldn't mind having him all on my own...
'Why are you blushing? What are you thinking about?' He kept whispering
I need to get my mind out of the gutter. I'm at the dinner table with my parents, and all I can think about right now is how I wanna jump my boyfriend. When did I turn into a horny mess?!
'Nothing.' I mumble
'I'd believe you if I wasn't thinking the same.' His hand was right on my thigh, slightly slipping to the inside with a light squeeze. I swallowed so hard it almost hurt my throat.
At least I'm not alone in this. And it has been a few days since we... well, you get it. And now he shows up looking like a full course meal.
My dad's laughing kind of pulled us back, and we looked at them to see they're still talking to each other. And it's about some competely unrelated thing.
'So, dad, have you decided on how long you'll stay here?' I kind of cut their convo, but I am purely curious. And it seems my mom is, too. She's looking at him, waiting for the answer.
'I am supposed to go back in 3 weeks.' He had some sad smile on his face. 'I was wondering, though... Would you, maybe, want to go with me?'
Huh?
'Y- you mean to N-New York?' I did not see that coming
'Yes.' He smiles. 'It used to be your home, and you probably don't even remember it by now. I figured you might want to see it.'
I was at a complete loss for words. It didn't even cross my mind to go. To be honest, there's not much in my head apart from Jimin. I don't think I'd be okay being so far away from him.
'I- uh-'
'You can take your time and think about it. I'm not expecting you to just drop everything and go back with me.' His smile was almost comforting
'It is a beautiful place, honey. Truly.' My mom chimes in. 'And it is the place you were born.'
'Y-yeah, I know, I just-' I glance at Jimin, who was just smiling lightly at me, 'I didn't think about going there at all.'
'Maybe it would have been better if I could explain things normally.' My dad laughs at himself. 'I was planning on asking him to come with us as well.' He gestures at Jimin, shocking him this time as well
'Sorry, me?' Jimin points at himself in surprise
'I'm pretty sure we're all aware that you two come in a package.' Both my mom and dad laughed at his joke. 'I would never pull her away from you like that. Besides, I'm pretty sure she would sneak you in her suitcase.'
'Uhm, wow.' Jimin shakes his head. 'Thank you. I'm happy you thought of me, and that's a lovely offer, but-'
'Wait, wait. I wasn't done yet.' My dad stops him. 'Don't even think about the money part. Consider all of that taken care of. I wouldn't have offered you to come with us and then ask you to pay for it.' He laughs. 'And it's not like I'm moving you to New York. But a few weeks off a holiday wouldn't be so bad, would it? You two can explore around together.'
'I can't accept that, sir. That's just too much. But thank you. Really.' Jimin panics, waving his hands
It honestly doesn't sound bad. New York. With Jimin.
'Well, someone's interest has been peaked.' My dad giggles, making Jimin look at me
I guess I was kind of staring at him. If it wasn't for him, I'd probably accept on the spot, but I don't wanna be apart from him. But if he goes...
'No, no, no, no, no. Don't give me those puppy eyes.'
'I didn't even say anything.' I defend myself
'I know what you're thinking. You don't need to say a thing.' He chuckles
'No, you don't.' I pout
'Yes, I do. And you know I know. And they know, too.'
'He is right, honey. It's written on your face. "I go if he goes''. My mom says, and both of them laugh
I lightly slap myself twice on both cheeks as if that's gonna help me. 'But-'
'No.' He covers my mouth with his hand to stop me from talking. 'Don't even try it.'
I moved his hand from my face, but I didn't let go. I just kind of turned completely to face him.
'You don't wanna go with me?'
'You are worse than Yujin with those pouty faces. Don't do this to me.' He whines, but he's smiling at me
'I'm not asking for your kidneys.' I snort
'I would honestly rather give you my kidney. Take em both.'
'Alright then, guess we're not going.' I sigh dramatically, trying to guilt trip him into it
'I will smack you.' He threatens with a spoon. He didn't even look like he was joking. 'You're going.'
'Only if you are.' If he's gonna be stubborn, then so will I
'Can you help me here?' He turned to my parents, but they only found this entertaining
'If you can't reason with her, do you honestly think we can?' My mom chuckles
He sighed deeply, hanging his head back in frustration. 'Why do you have to be so stubborn?'
'You're the one to talk.' I kept pouting, feeling my eyebrows furrow
He looked at me, ready to argue more, but then suddenly chuckled, hanging his head low. 'I can't with you.' He then pulled me into a hug, leaning his cheek on my head. 'Can you at least let me think about it?'
'Really!?!?' I almost jumped up, looking up at him. 'You're really gonna think about it?'
'Really.' He keeps smiling. 'It seems I'm not winning this one, and I won't promise you anything, but I can think about it. I'm sorry, but that's the best I can give you.'
'Yayyy! I'll take it!' I giggled, squeezing him into a tight hug
'What am I gonna do with you.' He sighed, hugging me back
My mom and dad started whispering something to each other and giggling like teenagers again.
This is a madhouse.