Authors note: trying something different hope you guys like it
I leave the plane taking in the fresh sweet air of Korea.
Suddenly a thought runs my mind knocking all my precious air out my lungs.
My father.
I would have to face him.
I would have to stand upstraight with not a hair out of place in his presence.
My torturing thoughts leave me as I witness Anaya.
She's smiling and laughing.
The sun is bouncing of her midnight colored curls.
Her eyes are twinkling while she laughs and giggles at Hoseok.
Her head tips back slightly and her arms extend just barely to move to her stomach and clutch around it.
But in the split moment before her arms find her stomach she looks as an angel.
I shake my head running my tongue over my lips to clear my thoughts.
"God this girl will be the death of me," I think.
Guilt shadows me when I look over at namjoon with the same thoughts probably running through his head too.
He smiles at her from a far looking quite satisfied and proud of her.
Something stabs me In the chest but leaves no scar.
I pull my hand away to discover nothing had pierced me.
It was mere utter guilt that I was experiencing with perhaps a bit of jealousy to match.
There's a hint of another feeling.
I search my head to look for the word for it.
Love.
I loved Anaya and I couldn't control it.
•••
"Come on babe they're gonna love you," namjoon says as I smooth his hair back turning it very which way with his comb.
My hand freezes as I start to talk.
"But what if they don't what if your parents hate me."
I resume the movement of my hand.
Namjoon gets out the seat and comes to stand Infront of me.
His arms snake around my back.
A Hand lifts my chin up to look at him.
"Baby they'll love you I mean look at you you're perfect that's why you're mine," he winks at me.
I giggle at his sly comment.
"Okay..you're right, here zip me up," I turn to him to let him zip the back of my simple grey dress up.
His home isn't far from where we're staying so we walk there.
Namjoon unlocks the door with his key.
I step inside to see his mother in the kitchen making plates as his father teases his little sister by telling jokes.
She pauses and then runs over to me hugging me tight.
I laugh and hug her back "Hi!" I say cheerfully.
"Hi I've heard so much about you! You're even more pretty in person oh my goodness!"
My laughter starts again," thank you!"
