Sixteen || Kim Samuel ✔️

Chapter 8

Catie's POV:

The doorbell rang. Shit. Oh shit it's happening!

"I'll get it!" My mom said happily as she walked to the door.

Damn it.

I straightened out my dress. I usually don't wear dresses but I wanted to make sure that tonight was perfect. I didn't want them to get the wrong impression on Samuel or me.

The door opened and revealed a smiling, nicely dressed Samuel. He was wearing a white button up shirt tucked into a pair of tight kakis held with a belt.

"Now I know why Catie is so cute. She got it from her mother." He said.

I closed my eyes tight from embarrassment. Samuel just called my mom cute in a way. I need to process this.

"Oh, you're too sweet." She chuckled and asked him to come in.

He walked towards me. "Hey." He kissed my cheek. I turned a bright red because my mom was taking a picture.

"So.. You're Samuel?" I heard behind me. It was my father. Shit.

"Yes, sir." He stuck his hand out and my dad took it.

"You picked a good one sweetie. He's handsome like your dad." My dad smirked.

"Thanks!" I exaggeratedly said.

"Well shall we eat honey?" My mother asked my dad.

"Yes please, Sheryl."

I literally forgot my mother's name. Sheryl? Maybe I would've known if they were around more often. This would be the first time in six years that I had a decent meal with my family at the table. It was kinda sad.

"Wait. Let me give a tour of the house to Samuel." She smiled and pat him on the back leading him to the stairs.

I internally scoffed because Samuel knows every inch of my house. He just went with the flow. My dad brought me into side hug. "Honey, he might be gay."

"Dad!" I hit his chest playfully.

"I'm just saying.. I mean he's too kind."

"You barely met him. Also he's just nice, that's how he is."

"He better keep it in his pants though or--"

"Dad!" I whined again.

"Well. I'm just saying. I'll neuter him."

I scoffed. "Okay dad. He won't though. He's respectful."

Again, my dad always makes things inappropriate.

"That's why I think he's gay." He rubbed his gray beard.

I sighed. "I give up."

He chuckled with his deep voice. He seemed like a manly figure but he really was a child at heart.

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After the whole pointless 'tour' my mother gave Samuel, we decided to finally eat. I sat next to Samuel and he sat in front of my father and I sat in front of my mother. We only had four chairs ironically because we don't really use the table.

"This chicken paprika is delicious." Samuel reassured my mom.

"Yeah, honey it is." My dad chimed in, receiving a smile like Samuel did. "Koreans eat this shit up."

"Dad!" I scolded.

"No, it's okay, we totally do." Samuel chuckled. He secretly placed his hand on my thigh and I flicked it off, getting an exaggerated pout from Samuel's hand, still surprisingly unnoticed.