"You were a song. I listened to you and instantly knew that you'd be my favourite."
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He fell first, she fell harder.
Once he knew that she fell too, he fell hardest.
A story of Korea's most famous K-po...
The main door closes and I shift uncomfortably on my seat. "So Y/n, I just want you to know that we are here for you. You might know Jimin for a few months now but you know Uncle Park for years. I'm his wife. If you consider him as your father then I'm like your mother. We can listen to whatever you want to say. Consider us your parents." Mrs. Park says, softly holding my hand over the table.
I smile at her.
"It's not that I'm uncomfortable with sharing it but I just think others might think that I'm weird." I confess.
"No one will think like that, dear. We won't judge you, little Y/n. You can tell us." Uncle Park assures me with a warm smile.
I don't usually tell others about my family because it doesn't exist. But they seem good.
Should I share it with them?
"My parents got into an accident when I was 6 years old. My uncle wanted my custody but grandpa got me in the end." I begin, nibbling on my nails.
"My uncle wanted my custody because he wanted the apartment that belongs to my mom in Seoul along with her other assets. The times when I was with him, he treated me badly and starved me sometimes. My grandfather told me that my mom was a great artist so I thought I could be an artist like her. I learnt digital drawing but I didn't like it enough to be my career. My grandpa wanted me to be an engineer or to get myself a computer degree somehow. My school mates told me that I was pretty so I should utilise it to earn money by modelling but I didn't like it either," I tell them, controlling my tears which I'm used to holding in.
A thing which I was taught to when I first started acting. Controlling emotions.
"So became an actress because your school mate told you?" Mrs. Park asks and I look up at her. I bob my head, biting my lips.
It's because of Jungkook.
But I cannot mention the parents of my current boyfriend about my ex-boyfriend.
This is the first time, I'm sharing this with someone. I don't feel comfortable but I don't want to keep it in either.
I don't want sympathy either.
And they are Jimin's parents.
I'm not even dating Jimin for real.
I cannot possibly tell them about Jungkook.
"A schoolmate? Or maybe a boyfriend?" Uncle Park asks and I look at him in shock. He chuckles and shakes his head while Mrs. Park smiles at me.
"Y/n, you can tell us more. Not as Jimin's girlfriend. As my daughter." I looked at him in shock.
Did I think out loud?
"Even if you break up with Jimin one day. You can come to us as our daughter to share your feelings." Uncle Park says and I look at him.
My eyes are burning, holding in the tears but I continue to hold it in.
I should get rid of this burden.
They seem to care. As humans.
"My parents died and I always felt lonely. But I couldn't make many friends because they always used to bully me for being an orphan. But later I got a boyfriend." I tell them, pulling the small skin around my nail.
"We broke up because he broke my trust and after that I went to America because I wanted to stay away from here. But—" I stop and sniff.
"Y/n," I look up at Uncle Park. "Is your previous boyfriend the reason you literally sold off your home that one time if I didn't stop you?" He asks and I nod.
"He needed money and I loved him—" I tell him but stop before saying anymore. I lean forward to hold the spoon, spinning it in the empty bowl silently.
"Don't tell me he is the reason you are modelling?" I nod to that. "He told me that I would never understand what it means to be in the spotlight. So I began to take up modelling gigs after I returned to Korea and I continue to do that."
"Do you like acting and modeling?" Mrs. Park asks and I hang my head low. "I don't like it but I don't hate it either. It's like a hobby to me now."
"What do you wish to become in the future, sweetheart?" Mrs. Park asks. "I think a cook." Uncle Park replies and I smile at the way he still remembers something I mentioned long back.
"And can I tell you a secret?" I whisper and they lean forward with curious eyes.
"I have actually endorsed a lot of expensive items and published two cookbooks. So every time they get sold, I get a commission." Their eyes widen and they gasp.
"Is it that way?" They ask. I giggle and nod. "I made the contract that way. So it's like a lifetime passive income."
"What is passive income?" Mrs. Park asks and I bite my lips, trying to think of the translation. "Passive income? Like I'm not directly involved in selling but I still get the money." I tell her and Uncle Park claps his hand.
He points his finger at me. "It's like a collaboration. The publisher or seller sells your works but since you created or endorsed it so you get the commission."
I nod and smile. "Woah! You're a genius! We support you!" Both of them say and I feel warm at their words.
They are kind people like Jimin. But I wouldn't consider them as a family though.
I'm too scared to let people in my boundary.
"So when is your graduation?" Uncle Park asks and I beam at him. "Next month."
"Are you going back to America then?" Mrs. Park questions. "I don't want to. So I'll have to take care of the foreign projects."
"Just marry Jimin. He'll take care of it then."
I choke on air at her words. I look at her in shock. And she chuckles at my reaction. "I mean, I was the one who hit on Jimin's father myself. So let me tell you, just use Jimin to threaten the brands. He can be quite scary at times."
I shake my head vigorously. "No way! He will be hurt. I won't make anyone sad. I'll just try to negotiate and delay the contracts abroad by giving them an excuse of my bad health."
"But you said you hate modelling. Instead, you like Jimin so this is the best and easiest way," Mrs. Park suggests and I stand up from the chair abruptly, blinking rapidly around the room.
"Umm. . . I think, I should go and sleep. I feel sleepy. Good night to you, Omoni and Uncle Park. I'll see you tomorrow." I bow at them. I quickly turn around and run back to Jimin's bedroom when I hear them scream,
"Won't you eat ice-cream?"
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When in-laws prioritise daughter-in-law more than their son>>>>>>
I usually have seen that the parents who have two sons really cherish their daughter-in-law a lot.
Jin, Yoongi, Jimin and Jungkook. These four are the only brother duos in their families.
