๖ۣۣۜE r u b e s c e n t || [M. Sana x Reader]

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As promised, I came home just before 5. The sun bright and sweltering on this fine afternoon while I rode through the quiet suburban blocks.

And as whack as this bike was, it strangely made the ride more enjoyable. Or as enjoyable as a stiff uncomfortable seat could be...

i really outta buy a new one, my ass hurts, I rubbed my back complaining, but thought otherwise when I squinted afar with furrowed brows. 

Imagine pulling up to your house, expecting to come home to at least a few hours of peace, and noticing dozens of cars all parked in your driveway and down the street as you waddle with a sore ass butt.

great... just what i needed...everyone seeing me lookin hurt, a headache was surely brewing.

Lapan greeted me once at the door, tail wagging as usual.

WROOFFF WOOF

"Hello to you too, Lapan...", I patted his head, noting the way he leaned into my touch.

That was a first.

I then found myself in the living room. Heavy accents of expensive perfume clashing one another into this weird, old people kind of smell that burned my nose, made my eyes tear. Next was the food. Platter after platter of fine dining hors d'oeuvres, piping hot tea, and cigars only of the finest quality. It was all too much really, the smells.

"Oh my, Y/N, it's so good to see you!" Despite the oriental music in the background, Mrs. Lee's voice rung the loudest.

I bowed and quickly made my way over.

Grandma smiled, offered me a cup of tea, and told me to sit.

Mrs. Lee had her eyes on me the entire time.

Oh Mrs. Lee.

Your typical nosey grandma who wants to know everything and anything about everyone in the neighborhood. Which is alright, if I'm being honest. We need more people like that to be on the lookout about what goes on in our neighborhood, even if it does come off a tad bit. . . invasive. Her intentions are pure. I hope.

"Chu from down the street has a beautiful granddaughter, just graduated from UCLA, top of her class with honors left and right", Mrs. Lee took another anchovy from the platter. "Had I known she'd be in town I would've told that goofy grandson of mines to fly down for the weekend...", she rolled her eyes.

The ladies all giggled. Even grandma.

I wasn't familiar with this 'goofy grandson' of her's, and sat quietly beside grandma as they conversed about things I had no interest in.

But throughout the conversation, one piece of information stuck out to me the most.

crazy rich asians, were the words that frequently jumped out at me in subtle whispers and backhanded comments.

Most of the women here were elderly. Age 60 and up. With too many grandkids, children doing big things, and husbands who had too much time on their hands to really do anything else but link up every so often and gossip about what country they flew in from and what brand of designer made the latest headlines.

Yea...

Things of that nature.

Things that were foreign to me, of course, but familiar to grandma.

Mrs. Lee smiled when I offered her another cup of jasmine tea.

"Y/n... a beautiful girl you are", her smile was blinding like the diamond on her wedding ring. "Your grandmother told me all about your academics back in the States. Are you perhaps pursuing business... or something along those lines?"

don't roll your eyes, don't roll your eyes-

"International business, Mrs. Lee, yes", the teapot was nearly empty as I pulled away.

Her smile once again blinded me. But for a reason I probably should've sensed as trouble rather than polite.

"My youngest grandson...", she said, eyes finding me over the rim of her cup. "...He's the same age as you. Goes to the same school as well, so I've heard. Maybe you know him?"

Listen halmeoni. The only guys I know are the security guards on campus. And even then that takes up way too much of my energy to even consider looking their way...so no, I don't, fortunately. Hopefully I never will.

But I pursed my lips together anyway and pretended to think. "Hmm... I may or may not? What's his name and major?"

his name; i don't care. his major; why bother

Mrs. Lee elegantly set down her cup. The suspense was building for some reason. Especially when she crossed one leg over the other, looking about ready to drop the hottest TMZ update none of us were even prepared for.

The glint in her eyes was quick. And the panic in my gut quickened.

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. Majors in business marketing"

My heart sunk.

Just like the teapot in my hand.

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"I'm so sorry grandma! Aish I'm so stupid stupid stupid!", I was gonna smack myself until grandma held me by the wrist, shaking her head and telling me no.

Her fingers played with the hairs in my face, pushing them aside so I could see better.

"Relax", she whispered.

So I did. Or tried to at least. By hunching my shoulders together and dropping them quick a few times.

"Now breathe"

And I did. Deep and dramatic with a much needed exhale that left me a little lightheaded afterwards.

"Better?", she quirked a brow, smiling up at me.

I nodded. "Better. Thanks grandma"

A gentle slap smacked me against the forehead. I blinked, obviously confused, not expecting that at all.

"Grandma-"

She hushed me.

And before I knew it, I was being wheeled around by my shoulders, the familiar sound tapping against the wood floor as we made our way back into the living room.

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I'm telling you. There's something in that spring/summer air because all of a sudden I wanna be more consistent in my writing. Y'know, do more, be more, bahbabah y'know how it goes. So please... bear with me ;) Yumi is doing her best!

Once again, happy summer to those on their summer break and those who'll soon be on it. I'm a sucka for hot weather and beach days. Just as long as their no heat wave in Japan, all is swell :D