waiting for a girl like you || k.t.h

Two;

Awkward Table Talk

August 15th, 1988

When I was about twelve years old, a song called 'Still Loving You' came out. My dad was automatically obsessed with it. He picked it up on the guitar and started teaching me. I got the chords almost automatically since I've been playing since I was eight years old. The musical piece has stuck with me ever since then-- even now that I'm going into my eleventh year. 

I started to play the beautiful piece on my guitar-- all of the lovely notes satisfying my ears. My fingers plucked at the strings gently and calmly, as if there was no care in the world. As if all the pain in my life had never been there to begin with. Music soothes me that's for sure, but this song is on another level. 

Right as I was about to get to the breakdown, my mom screamed for me to get the door. The note I was playing, went sharp and I aggressively hit the strings. 

"Scarlet!!!" I threw my guitar onto the bed, making the amp it was plugged into screech. "Door!"

"Jesus, Mom, I got it!" I exclaimed, clearly aggravated.

"Excuse me? Don't you dare use that tone with me-" I ignored her as I rushed down the stairs. 

"--Very disrespectful--"

I reached the door and aggressively opened it, revealing a flustered teen boy in a band tee holding a casserole dish. 

"--Why do you all of a sudden think you can disrespect me like this, huh?!"

I looked to the guy I've only seen on other time. He was now wearing a kind of confused and surprised expression. 

"Mom, shush..." I said loud enough for her to hear, still connecting eyes awkwardly with the boy. She stormed down the stairs. 

"What did you say to me???" She got in my face and I just dumbly pointed to him in our doorframe. The poor guy was probably terrified of the sight of my mother shouting at me in English.

He held the casserole out in front of him, "My mom forced me to bring this over... so here." I took it and handed it to my mom, her grin reaching from ear to ear. He was about to leave until my mom reached out to stop him. 

"Wait," He paused his steps and turned around facing us again. "What's your name, kid?"

He scrunched his eyebrows, "Taehyung."

"Well, Taehyung, have you had dinner yet?" She added emphasis on the dinner and nudged my side multiple times. 

"No..?"

She smiled once again. "I would love it for your family to join us for this meal." I sighed, mentally barfing myself.

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't want to impose--"

"Nonsense, Scarlet will come by to get you guys when supper is cooked." 

"Oh, okay--" His timid sentence was interrupted by my mother slamming the door into his face.

"What the hell, Mom!!!" She giggled and did a mocking dance. I sighed and walked back up to my room, when halfway through the staircase I hear,