sweater paws || soobin

[13] - motherly instincts

Even when I got home that evening, I couldn't stop thinking about my interaction with Y/N that morning.

"Everything's fine."

"I don't believe you."

"Then don't."

That response was not reassuring to me in the slightest and my worry for her had only grown. I had this terrible impression that something wasn't right and I didn't even know why. I didn't know why I cared so much when I didn't even know her that well. But I did.

"Bin, what's wrong?" my mother asked me as she came into the room, ruffling my hair and setting a cup of tea in front of me. She sat down next to me on the sofa and I sighed.

"You ever just...feel like someone's in trouble, even though you don't know them and they don't know you and you have no idea what's going on and—"

"Yes," she answered, cutting off my rambling. "Sometimes, you just have this gut feeling that something's wrong, but you can't prove it. You can't help someone if you don't know what they need help with."

"Exactly." I sighed again, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know what to do."

My mother smiled at me, patting my shoulder gently. "Be their friend. That's all you can do. That way, at least they'll know that when they do need help, they can ask for it."

I smiled back at her. "How do mothers always know just what to do?"

She chuckled, standing up from the couch. "We were kids once too, you know. We made mistakes and learned our fair share of lessons in life."