Falling for my Stepdad || J.H/M.Y

•Daseot/다섯•

"Hoseok! Get the coffee tray" I can hear my mom scream as I try to focus on my bullet journal.

I sigh and drag my tired feet behind me to bring the coffee tray from the kitchen.

I make her favorite coffee and add some of the cakes she had bought to the bunch on the tray.

Knowing Yoongi, I also put a little bowl with sugar cubes on, Yoongi like his coffee sweet, the bitterness can ruin his day.

I make sure everything is placed right on the tray, not a single thing can be wrong, or else I know a well known pain will accrue in my cheek.

I slowly balance the tray towards the door, I stop walking as I hear small whispers, knowing my moms whisper voice far too well.

"Why is he taking so long" she sigh annoyed, tapping her feet against the table leg.

"Give him a second, he is on his way okay" Yoongi assure her, caressing her arm to make her calm down.

I wish he would do that to me

"He is just such a... such a good kid, he normally have it done by now"

He is normally such a disappointment*

I bite down harshly on my lip and breathe in slowly to try and ignore the boiling anger in my stomach!

The way she acts like she loves me in any way, is sickening, I am well aware that she couldn't care less and I wish Yoongi could see that.

I clear my throat to make them aware of my presence, Yoongi lighting up in a smile the second he sees me.

"Caramel American style coffee with small French sweets" I explain while playing the tray on the table.

"Excellent" my mom chippers, clapping her hands I'm excitement.

"I will let the coffee cool down and just go for a swim" Yoongi says warmly.

What a fake tone, are you just as fake as her Yoongi?

He kiss her cheek and she nod her head, making that ugly face she makes when she is thinking.

"I will go up and shave, then I can find my bikini and I will join you" she smirk at him.

Too much information mom

I can taste vomit in my mouth as she speaks, is he seriously shagging her?

He nod and slide off his sweat pants, to show his milky skin and black swim wear.

His skin looks even more white in contract with that black fabric on his body.

She slap his ass and wink at him before running off giggling, clearly making Yoongi as uncomfortable as me.

"Want to Join?" Yoongi ask me, looking at me with his soft chocolate eyes.

"Erm no thanks... I don't like swimming"

I actually can't swim or rather I am scared of swimming since my mom tried to drown me in a swimming pool when she was drunk.

I also know I can't get undressed in front of him, my scars and purple bruises that my mother have left on my skin would just scare him away.

He nod a little, maybe getting some of all the secrets I am hiding.

I can feel his eyes rest of me for a minute or two before he move his eyes away again to pull of his shirt.

My jaw almost drop, I was right about the muscles, the boy got perfect milky skin, and a toned stomach.

His shoulders look so lickable? Or maybe it's just my mind being crazy, but I would love biting down on his milky skin.

I lick my lips and bite down harshly on it, unable to look away from the perfect male.

Yoongi make a perfect dive into the water, swimming a few rounds while I do nothing but stare.

As if watching his perfect body move and his muscular arms cut through the water, it all got worse when He decided to get out of the water.

He use his perfect hand to push his hair back, making him look hotter than ever.

He grab onto the edge and I can see his swim pants slightly lower on his waist, showing a deep v-line.

I am breathless and the sight of the perfect human in front of me.

He is about to say something as two hands pull me harshly into the living room.

Before I can even sense what happened, a hand is dragged across my face, placing a big red mark on my cheek.

"You disgusting kid" my mom hiss, spiting me in my face.

"So-sorry" I stutter, covering my face with my arms.

She hit me 3 times with the nearest belt, making me bite my lip to hold in my screams.

"Go to your room! No dinner for 3 days! Go!" She almost scream.

I run as if my pants was on fire, closing the door behind me.

I throw myself on the bed and feel tears stream down my face as I hear her lock my door.

3 days of isolation is waiting for me.