BROOKLYN BOY | 𝐏𝐉𝐌 ✓

36

"Honey, would you get the phone?" My father asked my mother as he was twenty minutes late for work.

"Bye." She gave him a lazy wave, sighing as she walked towards the phone. "Alanis household?"

"Oh, Karen?" She raised her tone to a sweet one.

"I'm great, how are you holding up with the two rascals?" My mother have her a wicked laugh.

"Brooke and Rae, who else?" She softly chuckled after the woman seemed extremely confused.

"What do you mean you thought they were at my house?" She nearly dropped the house phone.

She listened carefully while Brooke's mom spoke into the phone, and her eyes narrowed. "Get your purse Karen, we're going hunting."

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Jimin's mother laid back on the couch, as she drew a puff of smoke from her, almost vanished cigarette.

"Open up." My mother sounded like she was apart of some mafia as she knocked on the door.

"No soliciting!" Jimin's mom yelled. "I don't care who you are, I don't want your chocolate truffles!"

"It's me, Laurie." My mother pressed her face to the door. "It's about your son."

Miss Park loudly groaned as she smashed her cig into the ash tray, walking towards the door. "This better be good, I haven't yelled at him in a while."

"May I come in?" My mom stepped inside anyways as Brooke's mother, Karen, followed her inside.

"Who the hell are you?" Miss Park hissed.

"The mother of your son's ex girlfriend." She sassily remarked.

"What's this about." Jimin's mom crossed her arms as she sat down in the dim living room. "Why can't you just call the cops on the boy, they know how to  deal with him better than me."

"Listen, your son didn't do anything—well at least not yet." My mom tried to be casual. "Is your son home, we'd like to speak to him for a moment."

"He's a friends house for the break, what's the kids face, Hoseok or something." His mom shrugged her shoulders.

Brooke's mother raised her brows as she heard the name of her daughters boyfriend. "Let me call his mother real fast, may I use your phone."

"Eh—" She gave her a dismissive wave. "Call a taxi for yourself, while you're at it."

"Karen." My mother grabbed her shoulders. "She's always like this, don't pull her hair out, okay?"

Brooke's mother harshly grabbed the wall phone as she quickly punched in Hoseok's mother's number, even though her son lives in his own apartment.

"Hello?" Karen went hysteric when she heard her voice. "Yes, I know it's late, but listen, Brooke left without telling us, and we can't find and also her friend Rae. Are they with Hoseok by any chance?"