Moonchild ∞ pjm

十

I was going to Yoongi and I's mother's house for dinner tonight.

Although my entire life I wanted nothing more to have a mother now that I have one it's hard for me to except. I keep expecting Mrs. Min to tell me that she isn't actually my mother and that this entire thing was just a big lie. It's sad how accustomed I am to being lied to.

It's been a few days since I was with Jimin. Since then he and I haven't had the opportunity to talk very often. Between school work and trying to find another part time job there wasn't much free time for Jimin to slip into. It's odd that after only spending one morning with him I miss him so deeply.

Mrs. Min's home was exactly how I pictured. She lived in a small hanok village, there weren't many people walking on the streets and most hanoks looked empty. The few people I did see were elders, they walked slow with canes enjoying the world around them.

The village was something I would like to paint.

Yoongi had given me the code to open the gate over text. When I closed the gate behind me he was waiting for me on the porch. His legs were crossed as he sat, his back leaning against a wooden support beam.

He was dressed too warm for the weather outside today. It was a sunny day with fluffy white clouds in the sky. There wasn't any breeze but the air was cool enough not to need one.

"How you doing love?" His hand on the small of my back ushered me into a hug. With a gentle kiss on the forehead he released me with a smile.

"Stressed with school." I said. "Nervous to be here."

I've always been quiet. My voice rarely rises above a whisper with people I am comfortable with and when I'm nervous I only become quieter. But Yoongi didn't tell me to speak up like most people did. Instead he leaned in closer to me, tilting his head so his ear was parallel to my lips.

"There is no need to be nervous." He slid the front door open and closed behind us. "We're family."

I smiled at that. The feeling of family is something I'm still discovering. I left my shoes at the door before venturing into the house behind Yoongi. The floors were a dark red wood while large windows covered the walls. The table was traditional, unlike anything in my home. It sat low to the floor with pillow seats.

The table was covered in plates and bowls of food. I wasn't used to seeing so much food prepared for only one meal. We could feed an army with the amount of food Mrs. Min had made.

"It's so weird calling Mrs. Min mom." I laughed under my breath as I took a seat. Yoongi sat across from me as we waited for Mrs. Min to join us.

"It's something you'll get used to hopefully." He said while he played with his silverware.

It wasn't awkward but it was undeniably uncomfortable. Usually Yoongi and I see each other in a social setting where we are surrounded by other high energy young adults. The two of us haven't been given the opportunity to see each other in silence and now that we are I'm not sure either of us know how to act.

But truly I don't think many people would do what to say in our positions. It's not everyday you find out you have a long lost brother.

"I used to fantasize about finding my mother. I had so many things I wanted to say, questions to ask."

"Had?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I guess after a while I stopped thinking about it." I couldn't look him in the eyes as I spoke. It almost felt wrong admitting that I gave up on the possibility of Mrs. Min being out there. "My dad never answered my questions and after dreaming and praying for years only for nothing to change, I kind of gave up. I thought it was fruitless wishing on something that was so unlikely to happen. It's ironic that I used to wish on shooting stars for a mother."