Chapter 3

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*Next Day*
JIN'S POINT OF VIEW:-
     I woke up to my alarm clock blasting my ears off and I rushed to switch it off so as to not wake the younger up yet.

I looked at the time, it was only 5:00am. Our school did not start till 8:30am so Yoongi could still sleep for an hour... while living with the younger for a few weeks, the only thing I learned very well about the younger was that he loved his sleep more than anything. *sigh*

I quickly took a shower and decided to wear a pink hoodie with black skinny jeans.

After changing into my clothes, I quietly made my way down the stairs, towards the kitchen

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After changing into my clothes, I quietly made my way down the stairs, towards the kitchen.

Since Appa and Eomma had a divorce 10 years ago, I was the one who cooked. Eomma taught me well, or so I think coz everyone loves the food I make.
So, of course, I was deeply surprised when I could make out the delicious smell of pancakes that was wafting through the kitchen.
Upon entering, I could see my step-mother's petite figure standing by the stove.

"Good morning St- Eomma...", I blushed in embarrassment... I knew she was hurt whenever I called her "Step-mother".
I saw hurt flash through her face, but it was quickly replaced by a smile.

"Good morning Jinnie! And... I know it's hard for you to call me "Eomma" just yet... don't force yourself. I want to earn that title anyways." Another smile was sent my way.

I breathed in a sigh of relief. 'She is so understanding!', I thought.

I smiled at her and my eyes fell on the stack of pancakes near her hand... unconsciously, I started rubbing my stomach, while eyeing those yummy pancakes. The fact that they were my favourite, chocochip, was not helping my stomach.

Step-mother laughed at my actions, a small laugh filled with love and asked me if I wanted some.

Controlling myself, I said, "Nah... I'll have it with you."

"Oh... Okay honey! Just two more then we'll eat, okay?"

I went to help he but she quickly dismissed me by a small flick of her hand.
"I'm almost done Jinnie. Why don't you set the table for us?"

I quickly nodded while grabbing plates for us.

After setting up the table, I went and sat at my usual seat, after about two minutes, Eomma came and sat in front of me, placing a stack of 3 pancakes in front of me.
I quickly had those heveanly pancakes cut and after I had already had the first bite, I remembered to thank her...
"Thank yew Eommmmmaa!!!"

She laughed at me before telling me not to talk with food in my mouth. I just replied her with a sheepish smile.

We sat in a comfortable silence until I heard her sigh.

I looked at her to see her eyes fixed on the wall. I had not known her for a long time, but I instantly knew something was wrong.

"What is it Eomma?"
It seemed as if she did not heard me, so I snapped my fingers in front of her, it seemed to being her out of the daze.

I looked her with sincere eyes, trying to ask her, without any words, what was wrong.

She sighed again and lowered her head. She looked up after 5 seconds(yes, I counted, so what?) and I could see her determined eyes.

"Jin, I need to tell you something... but promise me you will listen till the end and not judge my son after this, okay?"

I was confused but I nodded my head yes after I saw the look of desperation cross her face. I wanted to assure her that I would never judge her son( and my brother, duh), but before I could say so, she had stated talking.

"Jin, Yoongi... he... he is gay and..." and that's how she told me about how Mr. Min had reacted when Yoongi came out to them, storming out of the house while yelling on how Yoongi was a disgrace to his family.

She told me how much those words affected Yoongi, to the point where Yoongi started hating himself, tried to change himself just to satisfy his father. But his father had already made it clear that he would not love Yoongi the way he did before.

She told me on how, when Yoongi came out to his friends, they left him and started bullying him.

She told me on how Yoongi turned from a calm, compassionate and a smiling boy to this... quiet, reserved and unapproachable.

     I was horrified, upset and... angry.... so so angry. At his father, at his friends, at him for trying to change... for not accepting himself... but I understood what he was going through... I had experienced a bit of this too...

I was so engrossed in my thoughts, I almost forgot Eomma was sitting right here.
"You need to help him Seokjin. I want my real Yoongi back... please!", a small sniffle escaped her lips.

I got up from my place and enveloped her in my arms.
"I'll help him Eomma... I promise you!"

She smiled at me... a real smile and said "Thank you..."

"No need for that Eomma! He is my brother too after all!" I tightened my arms around her.

A small chuckle escaped her slightly chapped lips. "Not for that dummy... you called me Eomma... twice..." I let go of her, and looked in her eyes, my own widening as
Realisation dawned on me, I had called her Eomma without even meaning to... it meant that I had accepted her and even she knew it. Her smile and sparkly eyes said it.

I smiled too and hugged her once more.

We stayed like that for a few more minutes, letting go only when we heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen.

Eomma got up and washed her face, when Appa and Yoongi entered, both uttering a small "Good morning", Yoongi's being more slurred. They took a seat while I placed plates in front of them.
Yoongi looked up at me and gave me a small smile.
This was definitely a big step towards my goal of melting Yoongi. I smiled at him big enough for my eyes to turn into small crescents.

After giving them the food, Eomma and I joined them at the table.

•~•time skip to after the breakfast•~•

"Come on Kids! Your gonna be late for school!"

"We are leaving an hour earlier than the scheduled timings! How can we be late?!", Yoongi's confused and questioning and slightly agitated voice, Eomma's chuckle and my laugh followed us to our school.

Ahh... I'm ready for Yoongi to meet my idiots... but... am I?! Hope everything works out well... I want Yoongi to love himself again. I'll make sure of it.
Those were my thoughts as we neared my school and I exhaled a small sigh.
All the best Jin!

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