CHAPTER 7
The distinct smell of potatoes filled my nose, and I opened my eyes. I was in a small but fairly sized room with white walls and a wooden door on the side I was facing. I could tell sunlight was shining through a window behind the bed I was in. I instantly remembered where I was, and I sighed as a warm feeling engulfed me. I was home. I was at my new home. I was wrapped in a large and fluffy blue blanket, and I pushed it off of me as I sat up. I was slightly uncomfortable being in this room alone and not knowing where the others were, so I stood and pushed the already halfway open door all the way open and slipped through it, not bothering to take in the details of the room. I'd probably be back soon to discover that later.
I turned to the left and smiled at the new hallway I knew I'd be getting used to soon. Stepping down the stairs, I saw about five of the boys at the kitchen table with food.
"Sujin!" Taehyung squealed, getting up from his place at the table to come and hug me as I arrived. "Come eat!" he told me, and I happily followed, placing myself in a seat beside Jungkook to the right of the table.
"Sujin!" Jin exclaimed, seeing I had entered. "I'll get you some food. How did you sleep?" He asked from the other side of the counter where the food was being made.
"Good, actually. There was usually always one thing or another going on at the orphanage in the middle of the night that interrupted my sleep," I explained.
Jin laughed, "Then I hope that's another reason you'll enjoy staying here. That will be your room for now on. I hope you like it."
"Mm, of course. Anything is great, really."
Jin smiled as he placed a plate in front of me. My mouth started watering as I looked at the peculiar, crisp hash browns and eggs laying on my plate, the distinct smell that would make anyone think of breakfast filling my nose. They looked different than what I was used to, but I was eager to try anything manufactured by Jin. I could only awe at how Jin had acquired such great cooking skills, and I decided I'd definitely have to show great esteem towards him in the future for it. He was a magistrate over the boys, as well as probably sometimes a mother figure, which seemed nice but was a little funny to think about. Although, thinking about it that was made more sense as to why he cooked so much. The two smells mixed with each other perfectly, and I was almost happy I couldn't distinguish one from each the other.
I started to dig in, but stopped to glance at Taehyung who was being ignorant of how loudly he was eating. I giggled, earning a grin from him. Hoseok came in, running his hand through his hair as he sat. He looked tired as he watched Taehyung grab a small ketchup bottle sitting on the table and smother the red sauce all over not only his hash browns, but his eggs as well. Hoseok made a disgusted face, and Jimin started to giggle at Hoseok's reaction.
"Hey, whatever suits Taehyung, suits him," Yoongi replied in a monotone voice as Jimin tried to calm himself.
"So, Sujin," Namjoon started, putting down his fork to speak. "We've got today and a few days after off of work. We are allowed to use those to get to know you better and make sure you get settled before we start sending you to school and we get back to our schedule," he explained, and I nodded my head. "Today, are you okay with going and gathering your stuff from the orphanage?"
"Yes, I'm good with that," I agreed. "I'm not sure if Chinhae knows I'm leaving for good, so I better say my goodbyes to him and the others."
"Good idea," Jin nodded, heading over to the table with a plate full of food for himself. "How much stuff do you have?" He asked.
"Mmm," I mumbled as I thought. "A few boxes full. I don't need to keep the bed or any of the drawers, plus Aecha probably would like to keep them so just my cloths and a few things I use to keep busy needs to come with me," I explained.
"Great. We'll ask our manager for a few boxes and then we'll all come to help you pack up."
"Great, gomawoyo," I thanked as I finished my breakfast.
After everyone had finished eating, I changed back into my cloths from the day before and we headed back to the orphanage. I was somewhat nervous, going back to the place I had lived for my whole life, knowing this was for the last time- well, I knew I wouldn't be back at least for a while. We stopped at the BigHit building where Hoseok and Jungkook ran inside to grab boxes before we continued on our way.
After a quiet ride the van stopped in front of the old, familiar building. I slid open the van door and stepped out, the boys following in silence. I lead the way up the steps and approached the front door. Looking behind myself to check if the others were still following me, I got a reassuring nod from Jungkook, and I opened the door. I stepped in as an old but comforting smell filled my nose. I seemed to look at the whole place differently, now knowing that this wasn't going to be my home anymore. I didn't feel like the white halls, bright lights on the ceiling, and cheerful decorations hung along the walls belonged to me anymore. Maybe it was because I knew they weren't going to anymore, but my stuff was still there and my "family" was too, so I technically still belonged.
The boys shuffled in, Namjoon closing the door behind him.
"Sujin!" I heard a familiar voice call, and I saw Aecha walking towards the boys and I. "Oh, Sujin, congratulations!"
"Ah, I am going to miss you!" I replied.
"So will I and the others, but I'm so happy for you!"
"Thank you," I said as she hugged me."
"These are fine men, I'm sure they will take great care of you."
"Yes, I think they will too," I smiled, turning around to face the boys who all had grins on their faces.
"Well, you're here to collect your stuff, aren't you?"
"Yes, and I need to say my goodbyes."
"Okay. Do you need some boxes for your stuff?"
"No, we already grabbed some."
"Great, then you can all head off, Sujin, show them to your room."
"Mm hm," I nodded, and guestered for the boys to follow me up the stairs. Entering my room for the last time, I felt a tinge of excitement. I actually couldn't wait for a nice change and a new house. I was excited to pack.
Jungkook placed the boxes on the floor and I set one near each corner of my room.
"I'll pack my clothes and personal stuff. Someone can grab all of the books on the shelf over there," I said, pointing to my collection of books on big wooden shelves. "Someone else can grab my other belongings inside those drawers and shelves, and then someone can pack up everything on and inside my desk," I instructed. The boys nodded and without another word chose a place to start packing.
I started at my closet, packing my small but loved collection of clothes.
"Oh!" I heard someone gasp, and I turned around to see Taehyung with his mouth open and wide eyes. In his hand, my only BT21 character, Mang was sitting. It was a small figure I had gotten from Aecha for my birthday a while back. Even though I didn't know the actual members of BTS, I knew Mang was supposed to love dance like me, so I asked for it, not knowing which member it was supposed to represent.
"How come you have Hoseok Hyung's BT21 and not mine?" Taehyung asked, looking highly offended.
"Hyung, that's rather churlish of you to ask," Jungkook commented.
Hoseok cheered, "Sujin is allowed to have favorites, as long as it's me!"
"I didn't know whose it was, I promise!" I laughed.
"Are you sure?" Jungkook asked. He turned to the others, "It looks like Sujin has a bias..."
"Well, I guess I kind of do. I love to dance as you all know, and I know that Mang likes to dance as well, so I guess I decided I liked him the best."
"Well then you should like me the best because I like to dance as well. I am the proud father that made my son, Mang, a dancer!" Hoseok exclaimed.
"You don't actually have a favorite, though, do you?" asked Jimin.
"I don't know," I confessed. "I don't think I should have one. You're all my family now," I said, and blushed. It was half because I called them my "family", and half because I was getting embarrassed about the situation.
Everyone was silent for a few seconds, and I was worried that I had messed up, even though I didn't think I really did anything.
Jin shrugged, "That's okay. She may be a fan, but that isn't only what she is," he said, turning around, back to what he was doing. The others slowly went back to work as well.
"I'll make sure you get all the rest of the member's BT21 when we get home" Namjoon whispered.
I nodded, "Thank you."