Secrets

19. You Don't Just Meet Parents

"Take a deep breath. They know you're my pick for forever. That's why I'm introducing you to them."

"What do you mean?" I asked, pulling my thin sweater over my head. I had been aming for a classic, neutral look.

Yoongi smiled at me and got out. He walked around to open my door for me. "I figured you would have looked up differences in dating between the U.S. and Korea. For one thing, we don't often do rings, but Americans do. That's why I got you a promise ring, I knew you'd understand it and it would mean something to you."

"Yeah, I've noticed a distinct lack of rings used as relationship signifiers. But what does that have to do with meeting your family?" I asked, taking his offered hand as I stepped out of the car, turning back for the kimchi I'd been preparing just for this.

Yoongi shut the car door and trapped me agaisnt it. "My family knows I plan on you being the last woman I ever date. That's why I'm bringing you to meet them." He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, "I'm not introducing them to some girlfriend. I'm introducing them to their future daughter-in-law."

"You what?" I stared at him in shock.

"Apparently, I haven't been clear with you," Yoongi said, smirking at me. "I intend on you being my wife one day, Storm. My partner in life. Mother of my children. The person I grow old with."

I opened and closed my mouth a few times before hissing, "Why didn't you say something sooner? I'm not prepared for this kind of meeting! Meeting family is one thing, nerve wracking enough. Meeting someone who knows their son plans on marrying you? I think I'm going to be sick."

Yoongi took my hand and lead (more like drug) me to the house. "You're fine. Remember what I told you, Abeonin and Eomeonim. Take a deep breath, inhale, good. Now exhale, awesome. We're here!" The moment the breath left my lungs, he had thrown the door open and shouted our arrival.

I clutched his hand tighter. Oh my god, what am I doing?!

There were two men in the living room who stood as Yoongi and I slipped our shoes off. His mother came into the room shortly after we came in.

Yoongi introduced me to his family.

"Hello, I'm Y/a, most people call me Storm. Please use whichever you like," I said, bowing low.

"Nobody uses her real name. I overheard her on the phone with her brother and he even calls her Storm."

"Storm it is then." Yoongi's mom smiled at me.

"Oh, um, I brought kimchi. It's one of the first things I learned to make."

"Thank you." She took the container from me. "It's nice to see you are learning to make Korean food."

Yoongi smiled. "She's a good cook. Better at making sweets. She always maked sure there was something to eat during her internship."

We'd slowly made our way to the livingroom, everyone seated, me between Yoongi and his mother.

"How was that?" His father asked.

"It was a great learning experience for me. Working as a manager's assistant was much more enjoyable than I thought."

"How long will you be living in Korea?"

"Oh, um, I've actually been in touch with my school back in the States. I'm going to finish my bachelors degree here, probably get my masters here as well. So, five years minimum, most likely. Probably longer. I'd prefer the move to be permanent. I have a pretty important reason to stay." I felt my cheeks heat up a little as I spoke.

Yoongi was watching me with a confused smile. "You never told me that. Here I was worried you'd be leaving this year."

"It was a suprise," I said, smiling shyly.

"What are you planning to do after your degree?"

"Sound production probably. Either work in a music agency or work on audio for tv shows and movies. By the time my masters is finished I should also have a degree in business. So the end game is managment. I either want to run my own entertainment company, or join a company and work with musicians."

"You don't want to be on stage?"

I smiled at Yoongi's father. "No, sir. I'm a bit too shy for that. I love creating music. I just can't preform it."

"Well, if you stick with my brother that'll help."

Yoongi laughed. "She barely let's me help her with her school work. I can give input, but touch nothing."

"I greatly value his opinion. I'm lucky to have him, I would just prefer to make my career myself. If nothing else, my language skills will give me an advantage, I could be a translator, or event management, and I can always open a candy shop and freelance music production or doing music videos."

"You have a lot of ideas." Yoongi's mother was looking very strongly at me, like she was analyzing me.

"Yes ma'am. My mother wouldn't let me take the music course without a backup plan."

"Dinner is ready, I wanted it to cool a big, come to the table," Yoongi's mom said, getting up. I thought I saw a faint smile cross her lips as she turned away.

Yoongi took my hand and lead me along behind his family. "See, they already love you as much as I do."

I grinned brightly, following along to the table.