My Boyfriend The Bully || KTH ff {COMPLETED}

[ Nine ]

~Hazel's POV~

I wake up a couple hours later to the smell of my mom's cooking.

"Mm..." I move in my half awake state.

A pillow is then thrown at me.

"Wake up, Nut." Skylar imitates Taehyung.

"Yahh! Not if you act like Taehyung." I pout, my eyes closed.

"Fine."

Suddenly I'm being dragged off the couch.

I hit the floor with a large THUMP.

"Ow!!" I rub my head, my eyes shooting open.

Skylar brushes her hands together. "My work here is done." She walks to the kitchen to help my mom.

I lean back on my arms and shoot daggers at the back of her head.

I then get up and go into the bathroom to do my business and get cleaned up for dinner.

I walk back down the little hallway into the kitchen.

"Dinner is served!" My mom sing songs.

We all take a seat at the table.

My dad isn't there yet.

"Where's, Dad?"

"Oh, he'll be home shortly." My mom assures.

My dad, funnily enough, works at the dance studio.

He's the tech guy that makes sure everything's working and stuff.

It's seven o'clock in the evening. I wonder who's staying out to dance this late. Usually Dad's home at about six, depending on who's practicing.

The food is passed around and we begin to eat.

A couple minutes into the meal, the front door opens.

My father walks inside.

"Hi, Dad!" Skylar and I say in sync.

"Hello, girls." He puts his coat up and places his bag of tech stuff on the floor.

He has a tired smile on his face.

He walks over to my mom and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, Sunshine."

My mom's name is Cynthia, but my dad likes to call her Sunshine because she's so bright and happy all of the time.

I think it's cute.

I want a relationship like theirs one day.

"Hey, you're just in time for dinner."

He sits in the chair that's in the middle of my mom's and mine.

"So, anything interesting happen today?" My dad looks back and forth between Skylar and I.

Skylar's face breaks into a grin. "Today was the best day ever!" She screeches. "BTS came and they're doing some performance thing and they get to practice at the dance studio!"

"So I've heard." He chuckles as he takes a drink of his water.

"Do you get to see them?" Skylar probably wants to get a job at the dance studio now.

My father shrugs. "I might sometimes, but they go to the private dance area in the back so they won't pass by the office."

Ah. Makes more sense. It'd be less crazy in there if no one knew where they practiced at.