Elemental

Part 4

Closing the door to your room, you lean backwards. "Hi, mom," you say, lifting your phone to your ear. "Sorry about that. I was eating breakfast. How are you?"

"Oh, you know," your mom says, and you can practically hear her smile. "Same old, same old. The better question is, how are you? I saw on the weather there's some flooding by you. Hope you're alright!"

Grimacing, you move the phone to speaker. You should have known your mom would check in. Reading between the lines of her question, you can hear what she's really asking. Your mom wants to know if you caused the flooding – an answer which is undeniably yes, but she doesn't have to know that.

Setting down your half-empty mug, you flop face-first on your bed. Less information tends to be more with your mom. You're debating what to say when she solves the problem for you.

"I know you haven't had a slip in years," she continues. "But if there's another water Elemental in town, you should try to steer clear of them! Being around them could set you off – that's what happened to Becky's nephew, she said."

Fighting an eye roll, you roll on your back. Becky Mayweather is your mom's best friend in the entire world and one of your least favorite people. She's the type to bake cookies, offer a shoulder to cry on – and then promptly turn and gossip to the neighbors about it. She fancies herself an Elemental expert because a few of her friends married them. Funnily enough, neither you nor your mom have met these friends in person.

"Oh?" you ask. "I never noticed."

"It's true! You know that I worry, Y/N. All alone in the city with another Elemental for a roommate..."

Annoyance spikes in your stomach. "His name is Seokjin, and I'm an Elemental too, mom. His mom could say the same thing about me."

Seokjin's mom could be saying that, but she wouldn't because Seokjin's mom and dad are both magic enthusiasts. The few times you met them, they were nothing but kind.

"Oh, Y/N." Your mom sighs. "It's not the same."

"Why not?"

"Watch your tone," she says. "I'm only telling the truth. You work hard on controlling your magic. Your roommate, on the other hand, uses his magic willy-nilly. In broad daylight! You two couldn't be more different."

Your mom isn't wrong about that, although not for the reason she thinks. Seokjin does use his magic freely, but you're the one at risk of hurting others – not him.

"Seokjin is a good guy," you say tightly. "He's letting me stay here, rent-free, while I search for another job."

"Another job?" Her voice pitches. "What happened to the job at that restaurant?"

Cursing yourself for your own stupidity, you close your eyes. "Um... I was let go. Difference of opinions with management."

"Oh. Well. That's too bad, Y/N, I'm sorry. It's probably for the best – you don't want to be working for someone you don't respect, right?"