Yeo Jin POV
Home, sweet home.
It felt really good to be back home, I really missed the view, the scent or to sum up things, I miss Busan.
"Yah, take off your mask and sunglasses. I don't want my parents accuse me of bringing a robber here," I hissed as rolled my eyes. He reluctantly followed my orders and put them in his pockets.
I was now standing at my doorstep beside Sehun. My heart was pounding wildly, I was so dead! I took a deep breath and..
Here I go.
'Knock,knock' I knocked on the door couple of times. Sehun gave me a convincing look, as if he's telling me everything's going to be alright.
The door swung open and there, stood my mom. Without much thinking, I hugged her so tightly. I buried my face in the crook of her neck. Heck, if I could I never want to let go.
Mom, if only you'd know what happened to me, I hope you would understand, I hope you could let me pass this time.. Please.
"Alright.. Alright, I miss you too," She said as she pulled away from the hug and caressed my back. "Oh boy, who's this handsome guy you've brought along?"
Shiz, I forgot about Sehun. I quickly stole a glance at him and he gave me one more look as if telling me to introduce him to my mom.
"Uh, mom, t-this is Sehun. Sehun, this is my mom, Yang Hye Jin," I stuttered awkwardly.
"Sehun? His face looks familiar. It's like I've seen you somewhere," She stated. Duh, mom! You're like 24 hours infront of TV if you got nothing to do, of course you would 'have seen' him.
Sehun bowed to my mom. It's funny seeing him being polite to everyone except me. Please, I need to get that treatment too.
"Come in!" My mom led us the way. We sat on the sofa in the living room.
"Mom, you treat me as if I'm a guest! Come on mum, I know what you're thinking," I said. Yes, I know what she's thinking. She's being shy right now because Sehun was with me. Although she is 40 years old but she acted like 18. She also had that fangirl instincts whatever you call that!
"What are you talking about?" she smiled cheekily.
"Forget it,"
My mom then called my dad who was upstairs. Not long later, my dad showed up and sat with us. Sehun greeted and introduced himself to my dad. I missed him so much! It felt good to be in his embrace again.
"You guys chit chat here first, I'll go to the kitchen to prepare drinks and snacks." She said.
"Let me help," I replied. Just as I was about to get up, she stopped me. "No, sit here! You must be tired," She answered. I really didn't want to quarrel so I just got back to my seat.
"This house is cozy, I wish I have a home like this," Sehun suddenly spoke up. I thought he was being quiet?
"Why thank you, S-sa--" My father made an eye contact with me, he's being forgetful again! I mouthed him 'Sehun' and he continued,
"Thank you Sahun,"
I mentally facepalmed myself and I tried to hold back my laughter.
"You are welcome, Mr. Choi. It's Sehun by the way," He said as he gave my dad a warm smile. "Uh, yeah sorry about that," My father replied while scratching his neck.
They get to know themselves better and my father kept asking like,
"What do your parents do?"
