My Sweet Burglar (Yoonseok)

Chapter 3: Why're You Here?

I come home from a tiring day, and the only good thing that's happened to me today was the lunchbox. As I walk into the kitchen, I see my mom chatting it up with someone while cooking. My mom's company's hair and outfit looked familiar.

"What's up mom?" I said, startling both of them. "Hoseok, how many times did I tell you not scare me like that? Seriously." The guy beside my mom was trying not to show his face, but my mom pulled him over, resulting to him looking up. When we made eye contact, he immediately avoided my gaze. I narrowed my eyes. "Mom, why is he here?"

"Don't you remember him?" My mom asked excitedly. "He turned out to be so handsome and cute! Isn't he your type?"

"Mom I see him at school everyday, how will I not remember him?"

"Eh? You're schoolmates? Well, what a small world," my mom said, a bit surprised.

"Is there something I don't remember?" I asked with slight confusion. I only met Yoongi in high school.

"When you were in kindergarten you used to call him 'sugar', right?" I thought hard about it, and I remembered. He used to be this kid that was really quiet and he got bullied a lot because he looked so feminine.

"Ah," was the only thing I uttered.

"See, you remember now!" My mom exclaimed happily.

"Didn't you move away?" I asked. I was sure that after kindergarten, I never saw him again. He looks a bit less feminine now, probably why I don't remember him.

"I did, I moved back when high school started, obviously," Yoongi said sarcastically.

"This boy cried to me one time because you actually kissed him on the lips; he didn't understand what was going on."

"Ah! Hyerin-ssi! What are you saying?" Yoongi was blushing madly while trying to stop my mom from talking. I smirked and walked towards Yoongi, placing my arm over his shoulders. I could feel him trying to move away, but I pressed his body to mine.

"Ah, get away from me, you bastard!" Yoongi struggled, but I didn't let him go.

My mom just laughed and said, "okay I'll leave you two here to have fun, but not too much fun please," and left.

"So I kissed you when we were kids, huh? What a small world. Let me guess, did you say something like 'I'll marry Hoseok one day, and he's gonna be my bride!'" I said while faking a child's voice. "Or was it you who wanted to be my bride?" I whispered lowly.

Yoongi's face flared up and pushed me, saying, "fuck off, Jung." He stormed out of the kitchen and I heard him bid goodbye to my mom.

I walked over to my mom who was watching TV, and asked her out of genuine curiosity, "mom what was Yoongi doing at our house?"

She grinned mischievously and tapped my nose, "that's for me to know and for you to find out."

"Eh? When did you keep secrets from me?" I pouted.

"I've kept a lot of secrets from you, Hoseok." My mom's tone turned serious.

"Like what happened to dad?" My mom didn't answer. "Okay fine, I won't ask." I pouted and slumped on the couch. My mom smiled and patted my head.

"I'll tell you someday, kiddo."

"Oh yeah, mom, did you know that Yoongi broke in here last night?" I shouted as she walked back to the kitchen. "Yeah, I knew, I gave him the key to check if you ate the leftovers."

"Mom, what the hell. Do you know he's the bully I tell you about?"

"Of course I do. I know everything, I'm your mom, do you not know that mothers are omniscient?"

"Then why are you helping him?" My mom didn't answer so I just rolled my eyes and continued watching TV.

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The past few days, I've been receiving the lunchboxes. The person giving it to me didn't forget to give me one each day. My mom even cut my allowance to half as if she knew what my situation was at school.

"Hoseok that looks tasty, can I please have one bite," Jungkook whimpered.

"No, Jungkook, I told you I won't be giving any part of this lunchbox as long as it's meant for me. I just feel bad giving something others made for me to other people."

"Goddamn, you're so selfish." Jungkook pouted.

"Did you find out who's giving me the lunchboxes?" Jungkook shook his head.

"What if you just go to school early to catch the one giving you the lunchboxes?" He suggested, I groaned.

"I don't like waking up any earlier than my usual wake up time. It's such a hassle."

"Then you won't find out who gave it to you sooner or later if you don't try."

"Whatever, that person'll confess to me sooner or later without me trying."