ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~The one with the harsh lesson (KSJ)~

  "Baby girl, are you sure you want to go?" Ingrid asked for the umpteenth time since the start of the car ride. She looks at her younger daughter in the rearview, bouncing on the booster seat she was sitting in. She hated it, but Jin heard horror stories and was paranoid about something happening to her since she was so small and thin. She kicks her little feet, her purple light up sneakers swinging as she stares out the window.

  "Yes Mommy, I'm sure. Bongcha's nice!" The little girl mused, her cute little squeaky voice did little to ease Ingrid's nerves. She didn't have too good of a feeling about this. It was Jihye's first sleepover by herself, she wouldn't have her older sister Jieun there with her, or really anyone that Ingrid personally knew for that matter. Their girls have spent the night at the Jung's house plenty of times, but obviously Jin and Ingrid knew Hobi and Grace personally, so she had no worries about that. Neither Jin nor Ingrid knew anything about this Bongcha girl, one of Jihye's classmates. She invited Jihye over for a sleepover for her birthday, along with a handful of other seven year olds from their class.

  The GPS took Ingrid to a very nice neighborhood, which was saying something, considering she was married to one of Korea's biggest and most wealthiest celebrities. The houses she was passing by were definitely luxury style. She saw a lot of upper-class housewives in their gardens, suddenly wishing she'd straightened her hair or thrown on a wig. She usually didn't care about looks, but she knew that people tended to look at her daughters with similar distaste. Just thinking of her babies being judged made her queasy. No doubt Jihye was the only black child there, all the other kids at her school are full Korean. The only other biracial children her kids knew were a part of the Bangtan family. She pulled up amongst a few other cars, luxury vehicles. She suddenly wished she'd let Jin come with her, surely she would get looks walking her daughter in there - then again, he would definitely turn heads if anyone saw him in the neighborhood. A random pop star just cruising in your neighborhood out of the blue? On second thought, it's good that he stayed home for this one.

  Jihye beamed with excitement, her head held high. Ingrid had done her hair already, two adorable pigtails on either side of her head, twisted with purple barrettes dangling at the ends to match her shoes. She turns to look at her older daughter, offering a smile. "Stay here, Jieun, I'm just gonna drop off your sister, okay?"The eleven year old nodded, continuing to slice at fruit on her tablet. 

  Ingrid sighs to herself, pushing down the nervous feeling in her gut. Jin had to calm her down about this all night. She just had that hunch that didn't go away. Maybe it was her motherly instinct. Or perhaps she's been humiliated for how she looks too many times growing up. Being from Texas, it taught you a lot about how nonblack people receive you. Jihye eagerly unbuckles her seatbelt, trying to unlock the door already. Thank God Jin invested in a child lock when Jieun was four. Oh, the nasty falls it prevented.

  Used to her daughter's hyperness, Ingrid hurries to her side and lifts her out, though she didn't want to be held. Despite having only just turned seven three weeks ago, she insisted that neither of her parents hold her anymore, claiming she wasn't a baby. Until school started she never used to mind, especially when her Daddy held her. But they decided to let the girl stand if she wanted to. She's set on her feet, hopping about excitedly, light up sneakers going haywire.

  "Okay, baby, calm down. The house isn't going anywhere." Ingrid cooed, grabbing her Hello Kitty backpack and looping her arms through it. She was so small and thin it made her look like a little pink turtle. Ingrid made sure to snap a picture for Jin, he thought his baby girl was adorable.

  She takes Jihye's hand, "Jihye, if you don't feel comfortable and you want me to come pick you up, call me, okay?" Ingrid encouraged, she holds up her old Iphone that she'd stopped using years ago. It was unlocked and almost all the contacts had been removed just in case Jihye or any of the other little girls got any ideas. Last thing Ingrid needed was a bunch of seven year olds blowing up someone's phone. She put herself in there to make it easy for the little girl to call. Jin thought Ingrid was going the extra mile because their girls were smart and tech savvy - they could figure it out. But Ingrid didn't want to take any chances. She didn't know these people after all.