4AM °HOSHI

07

it was weird when you got invited to dinner by some girl's mother, when you just knew her name a few hours ago. especially when you know how horny her mother is. after sending the groceries home, he came to yooji's address in the evening.

soonyoung watched the lady in front of the stove. she opened the lid of the steaming pot and took a small ladle of stew, then tasted it elegantly.

he let his eyes roam around the warmly lit, cozy living room. it wasn't a particularly big house, but it was carefully decorated and not even a piece of furniture was misplaced. he concluded that yooji's mother takes care of the household well. 

on the black piano, the line of picture frames of different sizes raised his interest. soonyoung stood up and walked over to observe.

there were family pictures of yooji and her mother, one little girl and a few more of the mother and daughter. the girls smiled brightly in every photo, and her mother didn't look like a slut. instead, she seemed like a kind mother.

but even jihoon, the softest looking boy on earth, has that satan mode when you touch his guitar, he told himself and shivered.

'she's already pretty as a kid right?' yooji's mother suddenly piped up, after watching him smiling to the frames.

the shy lad slightly nodded in response. 'you look pretty too, auntie.'

'aye, not really,' she chuckled. 'you're lucky that i got a day off today and decided to make japanese curry.'

soonyoung's ears perked up at the mention of japanese. 'japanese curry?'

'our yooji can't really take spices, so she can only eat japanese curry,' she spun her head and gave him a motherly grin.

he smiled inwardly as the scenes of yooji choking on her spicy noodles flashed back. somehow he tend to forget that he was talking to yooji's birth mother, who seemed too young to have a teenage kid.

'how did you guys meet? i have never heard of yooji mentioning you though.'

'oh,' soonyoung muttered. he didn't know whether to tell the truth or not and suddenly felt guilty for getting to learn about this lady's secrets.

'mom, we met at the convenience store.'

they both turned their heads at yooji, who came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. she had a plain sweatshirt and shorts, her hair still damp. 'i'm hungry. let's eat.'

after dinner yooji brought soonyoung to her room. her hair wasn't completely dry yet, so she asked him to sit comfortably while she dry it.

yooji's room was pretty much similar with his sister's. a bed, a wardrobe and a writing desk. except that, yooji's room had a fresh smell of baby powder. he watched her as she lift the dryer to blow the back of her head. the sweatshirt was jerked up and he could vaguely see her flat tummy.

soonyoung looked away immediately, feeling heated.

'now it's the first time i have let any dude sit on my bed. be honoured.' she chuckled, 'not even uncle has ever came in, because my rule is no dicks in.'

soonyoung gaped. 'damn, you are so straightforward.'

yooji rolled her eyes and turned off the hair dryer, once her hair was done. she strode to her bed and lied flat on the surface, spreading her arms.

'my mom gave birth to me when she was almost nineteen. i better not follow her footsteps.'

he nodded thoughtfully. 'surprisingly you talk shit about your mom but you still love her.'

'because i love her, but she's still one horny hoe for that hot uncle,' she declared proudly.

'if you continue to be like this, i think i will like you more,' soonyoung chuckled.

yooji's eyes widened. 'flirt. get out.'

'it's true though,' he nodded casually, not giving a damn of letting her know. and very truthfully, he liked her of being so honest, even though she could have tone down the vulgarities.

they stayed at the room drinking strawberry milk to chill in the hot summer night, and talked about random things.

soonyoung learned that not only her mother gave birth to her as a teenage mom, her father left them when she was four, just after her mother graduated from medical institute.

that was why yooji still have respect for her mother, because her father had left them, and she took care of everything by herself, not to mention finding a decent job in the hospital to feed the household.

'well what time is it?' soonyoung asked. he was starting to feel drowsy as the summer breeze blew through the window. he turned to his side and stare at yooji, who remained in the same position for the longest time. 'i think i have to go.'

she had her eyes closed, and he admired her long, feathery eye lashes. 'stay. i'm lazy to walk you to the fucking door.'

soonyoung shook his head in disbelief. 'it's literally a few feet away. i can manage it.'

'well then, get your ass out,' she guffawed.

soonyoung flicked her forehead and stood up. 'then i'm leaving, yooji.'

yooji just hummed in response. 'just dim the lights on the way please.' feeling the needy urge to sleep, she quickly muttered her daily prayer to god.

dear sweet father, please tone down diva kim's hormones a bit, and let me have good sleep. amen, yooji peace out.

nearly drifting to dreamland, she heard a soft buzz of her phone. she opened her eyes for the first time and squinted.

Hoshi: goodnight~

too lazy to type, she pressed the voice message button next to the text box.

'yeah, don't trip on your way home.'

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