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𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

Park Soomi

I stayed behind Jungkook, our quiet footsteps trudging forward in unison. With my view obstructed by Jungkook's back, I relied only on my peripherals and ears to prepare for what we were walking into. However, I wasn't expecting my sense of smell to kick in, triggered by a rich aroma lingering in the air. Someone had turned all the lights on, and the sounds of clinking metal echoed from the kitchen. From the edge of Jungkook's shoulder, I only made out a partial outline of a figure's back.

"Don't move! Hands up where I can see them!" Jungkook shouted towards the person. The ruckus came to a halt, followed by some shuffling.

"Well, I never thought the first time I'd be held at gunpoint would be in my own home." The woman spoke calmly, not a shred of fear evident in her voice. But that wasn't the most surprising thing about her. I was more bewildered that I recognized the familiar voice, and my eyes grew twice their size as I stepped out into the open.

"Mom?"

"Soomi! How have you been, sweetie?" Not a second later, she pulled me into her embrace, but all I could do was stand in shock.

"Umm, a little blindsided..."

"What are you doing here? Actually, better question, how did you get in here?" Jimin asked with the slightest hint of disdain in his voice, so faint that I was probably the only one who detected it. We made eye contact as my mind drifted back to our conversation in the hospital and all the hostile feelings towards our mom.

"Of course, I had to visit after hearing what happened, Jimin. I needed to make sure everyone was okay. Also, I still have a key to the house."

"Yeah, but this isn't your house anymore..." Jimin muttered.

"What he means," I butted in, determined to keep everyone relatively friendly, "is that you still should have given us a heads up before coming."

"Well, your father told me Jimin was getting discharged today, so I wanted to surprise everyone with a home-cooked meal."

I involuntarily gulped, salivating as the scent of food made its way back to the forefront of my attention. I couldn't deny my hunger, but I tried my best to hide my excitement for the sake of not aggravating Jimin further.

"Thanks...but you really didn't have to. You can't stay for long, right? Because you're so busy with work?" Jimin worked hard to fish out a response he was hoping to hear.

"What? Don't be ridiculous! I'm going to be staying and helping out around the house while you're recovering," she explained. Jimin became speechless from the news.

"I don't know, Mom. The house is a bit full right now..." I said, arguing on his behalf.

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'm well aware that the boys your dad hired are living here for the time being." She shot a bright smile at Jungkook, who finally realized he still had his gun out and awkwardly fumbled to stash it away. "I just picked up fresh groceries. I'm preparing a big meal for you...all." Mom's voice faltered slightly as her gaze shifted to Misa, who had just stumbled out from behind Jungkook. "Oh...well, I didn't make enough food for her."

She brazenly scanned Misa from head to toe with contempt, and the already heavy atmosphere seemed to build up into a full-on storm. I felt like we were facing that storm head-on, floating on an unsteady boat that was barely staying together. Just one more collision and we would all be sinking.

"Actually, Hoseok and Yoongi won't be back for a—"

"Hello to you too, Ms. Park." Misa interrupted me, greeting her with a mocking tone.