The Journey Of US || A Seventeen FF

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"What's your relation with Mikela?" You look up from your phone hearing your Mom.

👶Mikela? Who's that?

"I don't know, you tell me," She stares you down with a serious look,

👶I don't know Mom, why are you asking? I don't think I know anyone named Mikela,

"Well, I do. The girl Seungcheol dating is Mikela-"

👶Oh yeah, I remember him mentioning the name, but how would I know her Mom?
You smile with a shrug,

"Then mind telling me how her trophy and medal ended up in your room?" She asks holding up a gold medal and trophy in her right hand as you gulp internally,

👶I- I got it from a thrift shop Mom, it had a name engraved on it. I never knew,
You stand up and reach for the medal but she pulls her hand back not at all convinced,

👶Come on, Mom. What are you thinking?

"Tell me what I should think. You want me to believe that you bought it from a thrift shop without knowing it had a name engraved on it, that too of Mikela?"

👶It's a coincidence, Mom. I thought it looked cute, so I bought it,

"Is Son Anderson a coincidence too?" She scoffs and you blink a couple of times,

👶Anderson?

"Yes, Mikela Anderson, that's what the name is. So does Mikela Anderson have anything to do with Son YN?" She narrows her eyes

👶Of course not, Anderson is a common name Mom,

"Well not in Korea, Mickey. You still got any lies?"

👶I'm not lying, why would I lie to you?

"For the same reason your Dad did,"

👶What do you mean?

"You think I don't know he used to race? You think I didn't know that your "'hangouts'" were to circuits?"

👶What are you talking about, Mom?

"ARE YOU FUXKING RACING BEHIND MY BACK JUST LIKE YOUR DAD DID!?" You flinch at her question and shift uncomfortably,

👶No Mo-

"ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION, YN? Are you Mikela Anderson or not?" Mr and Mrs Choi were the first to arrive hearing your mom and soon did Seungcheol,

👶Mom please, stop screaming,

"You don't tell me what to do, YN. You're not my Mom," Appa tried to pull her back but she yanked him away with a glare,

👶I'm not,
You finally mumble not looking up and she scoffs aloud at the statement,

"Then I'm pretty sure you wouldn't mind me throwing these out," You look up as she points to a small box on the ground. "I'm pretty sure you found them at the thrift shop," She harshly handles the box into her hands and you stop her,

👶No, don't,

"Why not? You can find better ones at the thrift shop, you can find better names like Bottas, Alonso, Vettel, Hamilton and all. You don't need this, baby," She turns around with the box,

👶Mom, please, just don't,
You plead as she scoffs,

"Why would you need medals and trophies with someone else's name on it?"

"Yeobo, just let her have that. It's just a trophy," Appa tries to intervene,

"Exactly it's just a trophy, she shouldn't get attached to such things. She shouldn't be materialistic,"

👶Mom, please. Give them back to me,
You were on the verge of tears pleading her to give it back to you,

"YNie, you are an adult. You shouldn't cling to your toys like this,"

👶Those are not toys, just please,

She sets the box down as she takes out the trophies and medals one by one, "Son Anderson, inter racing 1994, 95, 96, 98 and 2000. Wow, that's a lot of medals. National Championship 1995, Son Anderson, 1997, Son Anderson, 2003, Son Anderson, 2008, oh 2010 too. Oh, this is new, Mikela Anderson, Winner of inter-racing 2021 and 2022,"

👶Mom, please,
Your voice cracks as you desperately plead

"Mikela? Baby, who is Mikela? Why do you have her medals?" That's when you look up and find almost all the parents assembled along with a few of the boys.

"Jeonbuk University of Science and Technology, College Fest, Racing Champion, 2023. Did Mikela go to your university too?" Your Mom asks holding up the medal you won years ago as you look down,

"So have anything to say?" You keep silent as she stands up with the box, "This goes to the trash then,"

👶Please, don't,

"Baby, these are a bunch of junk, you don't nee-"

👶THEY'RE NOT JUNK, they're no-t
You let your tears out clenching both your hands together,
👶Please, give them back. I'm begging you,
You fall to her knees and she scoffs,

"How long did you plan on hiding it from me? Did you think you could outsmart me?" She throws the box in anger as the trophies fall with a loud thud,

You rush to the ground and gather them all into the box and your heart breaks at the broken medal of your Dad,

👶Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?

"I did this to you? You've been racing behind my back all these years and now it's my fault?"

👶Did you have t-

"Don't you dare to raise your voice against me, YN. Careful with the words too, Mikela,"

👶I'm no-

"You're not what? Still, lying about your identity? I'm your mother, YN, I know things better than you. And I don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to find out that Mikela Anderson and Son YN are the same person. You are just like your Dad, doing things behind my back thinking I wouldn't find out," She scoffs as she turns around leaving you crying on the ground.

Vernon was the first to approach you as he helped you gather the broken pieces of the medal.

🐢It's alright, we can get them fixed,
He whispers not wanting to invite any unwanted attention,

👶It's br-oken,
You mumble looking down at the broken pieces in your hands and staring at the broken handle of one of the trophies,

🐢We can try to fix them, love. Please stop crying, hmm?

"Wait, did you say Mikela Anderson? Isn't she the one you're dating, Cheol?" Mrs Lee asks as the living room grows silent.

Vernon quickly turns to you as you close your eyes with a painful sigh, slouching your shoulders, fingers curling into a fist.

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