A GUIDE TO DATING MIN YOONGI

Lesson 10: Meet The Parents?

JIMIN

Today I made a grave discovery.
I had left my student ID card at Yoongi's house.
I learned of this detail when I went to student service to ask about my exchange student status when I go to America. I looked through my entire wallet and bag but couldn't find it.
I searched for it at home yet nothing came up. I thought maybe someone stole it but who would need something like that? I hadn't really touched my wallet since the day I met Yoongi. I thought at first I dropped it somewhere at the bar but I remember seeing it when I closed my wallet. Which leaves just one place it could be.
I stand in the middle of my messy room and pull out my phone.
I sigh and slowly scroll away finding Yoongi's contact.
Mint Ice Cream
I press call.
"Miss me already? It's only been 3 days."
My hand goes to my temples, I knew this would happen.
"Yoongi, I think I left my student ID at your house. Do you think I can stop by and look for it?"
"Do you mean the card with you with a side part?"
I cringed.
"Yup," I sighed, "that's the one. I need it as soon as possible. Can I come over real quick to pick it up?"
He hummed in consideration.
"Fine. But make it quick. My parents are coming over in about an hour and a half."
"It won't take that long, I promise."
"Hurry."
And he hung up.
I clicked my tongue with attitude.
"Geez, why's he so aggressive all the time."
I just brushed it off however and grabbed my parents keys by the door.
"And where are you going without telling me?" My mom walked in with her arms crossed to the front door where I was standing.
Her sudden presence made me jump and hit my toe against the shoebox.
"Im just going to go pick something up at Jungkook's house." I replied while rubbing my poor toe. "I left my student ID there and I need it to check my school stuff."
She sucked her lip in. She obviously wanted to object but she had no argument.
She exhaled, "fine, hurry up though. Don't stay there for long. You're there to pick something up not play around. You still have to clean your room, it's a mess." She walked off, her arms still crossed.
I stumbled into my shoes and out the house. A little white lie never hurt anyone. Besides, I wasn't totally lying to my mother, I was going to just pick something up. I had no reason to stay there longer than 5 minutes. I fastened my seatbelt and quickly got on my way to his house.

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I pulled up to his house and knocked on his door. I waited and knocked again when there was no response. I waited again and rang the doorbell. Finally the door opened but it was not Yoongi who greeted me.
"Oh hello." An old woman with a passive smile held the door. She looked at me as if to ask who I was. A wave of fear flushing through me. Had I walked up to the wrong house? No I couldn't have been wrong. This is the only house on the street where you could see the sleek interior walls and the glittering chandelier from the window.
"Uh hello." I gave a small bow, "sorry to interrupt, is Yoongi here?"
She looked at me with more suspicion.
"Yes he is. What is your business?"
"I'm Yoongi's friend. I just came to pick up something I left here last time." I forced a smile, hoping I didn't anger the old woman and she wouldn't shut the door on me.
Instead of that she let me in and I made sure to be polite. She continued down the hall while I struggled to take off my shoes.
"Yoongi! Your friend is here!" She called. A man's voice—not Yoongi—was heard from inside. It was gruff and older. "Why did you invite them when your parents came all this way to see you?"
I heard thumping footsteps heading towards me. I almost bumped into Yoongi speeding down the hall.
"Oh uh hey." I said with a smirk. He did not return the favor, in fact, he looked quite upset. It seemed too personal to ask so I just cut right to the chase.
"Where's my ID?"
"Follow me."
I continued through the large house and admiring the beautifully cleanliness of the place. I hadn't been able to really soak in his riches the first time I was here. I was obviously in distress and discomfort. However, seeing all his minimal but luxurious items felt too good to ignore. All the walls of the hallways were white and the decorations were either gold or black. The rooms looked like individual houses with each section having a different aesthetic to it.
We passed through the living room, I assumed, which had a neutral cream color base with a few pastels splattered around for color. It was also the room where the old woman sat with an old man by her side. They sat at the table next to each other while a cup of hot tea sat in front of them. She sipped her tea impatiently while the man tapped his foot.
"Here." Yoongi handed me my missing card.
"Oh, thank you so much." I said, I'd never thought I'd be excited to see my freshman self again. "Where was it?"
He seemed to look over my shoulder at the guests behind me to check if they could hear our conversation.
He coughed, "Bed." And quickly walked past the guests.
I tried to follow him but the old woman stopped me.
"Are you Yoongi's friend?" She asked.
I eyed Yoongi sideways and he noticed my quick glance. I asked no verbally if it was the right time to tell them. He shook his head.
"Yes, I'm his friend. My name is Choi Jaehyun."
The woman smiled but it obviously wasn't real. Her lips curled up too much and her eyes squinted too little.
"Jaehyun...that's a lovely name. Boy, are you here to spend time with our son?" She forced herself to sound nice but her words pricked at my skin.
I shook my head, "no ma'am. I came to pick something up I left here a few days ago. I'll be leaving now. It was nice meeting you!"
I gave a quick bow and headed towards the exit of the room.
"Okay, I guess we'll have to get to know you another time. Goodbye Daehyun."
I turned to smile but their focus was back to the tea which must have been delicious. I didn't even try to correct her. I headed to the door, finally away from that suffocating environment.
"Yoongi, get the door for him!" The father yelled. I heard a groan and quick feet coming my way. He held the door out and I awkwardly walked past him.
"Thanks for keeping the card for me."
I just shuffled back to the car.
"Wait uh," Yoongi called out, "Don't mind my parents, they're always like that."
"It's okay. I'm not offended. It's not like I need to get to know them or anything right? I just have to hear you tell them we're dating and I'll never have to see them again."
He nodded slowly, "yeah...yeah...hey are you free tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's Sunday. I have church."
"Oh. That's right." He tapped his foot on the ground.
"Sunday night?"
"Am I meeting people to convince them that we're dating again?"
"Maybe."
I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I suddenly felt tired to do anything. "Fine...whatever. Sunday night. 5pm?"
"6pm. I'll pick you up. And make sure to dress nice."
I wave to him but I'm already in the car. I sit in the car and take a breath to really soak in what just happened. I really just met his parents and they were...I mean I didn't really expect anything else. He's just another rich kid with a set of rich parents who want him to be successful. Nothing extraordinary. I look around to the house and Yoongi is still standing at the doorway, and I swore he was staring at me before averting his eyes.
"Are you waiting for me to leave?" I yell across the driveway.
"Yes. It's not in a caring way, don't worry. My parents would be upset if they saw you drive away without me seeing you off." His eyes still wouldn't meet mine.
I clicked my tongue. "He really has no heart, doesn't he?" I mumbled to myself.
I watched him look at me and I gave him a sarcastic send off as I drove away.

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