ᗪᗩIᔕY- Yoonmin

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Jimins POV

After church, my family has the same routine. My brother and I go upstairs to our rooms and do our school work, while my mother is downstairs preparing a late lunch. My father goes into his office and shuts the door, signaling no visitors. The same routine every time we come back late Sunday afternoon.

My father was in the restaurant business. His family wasn't crazy rich at all, but they made decent money. Everyone kept themselves well fed, had fun when they could, and never threw away any of their money unnecessarily. He owns and manages quite a few restaurants all over Seoul. He always loved food when he was younger. My grandmother told us once that when he was younger she used to call him 'Yisoo the little chef'. When it was finally time for him to go to college he went for a culinary major. Afterward, he and his best friend, Kim Jonghan, opened a small restaurant where he met my mother one year later.

Miyeon, my mother, whose maiden name is Lim, was at the same college as my father. She was on the other side of the campus studying psychology in order to become a therapist. That's the one horrible thing about my mother, she knows around the brain of a teenager and it's hard to keep things from her. Anyways, she met my father in his restaurant because her girlfriends said that the employees who worked there were cute. One such employee was my father. My mother's side of the family was different than my father's. They weren't very rich at all, the very low end of the middle class. My mother never wanted her family to appear impoverished so she had many jobs growing up to help bring in money for them.

I sat in my room for a while before I started my work. I didn't mind though because I figured out that I work better at night. I just played on my phone until there was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"M-me. L-let me in p-please, h-hyung." Joon Ho's sensitive voice trembled.

I quickly got off the bed, placing my phone on the side table and opened the door. Jooho stood there as if he just saw someone die in his arms. I pulled him into my room before either of our parents saw him.

"Jooho, what happened?" I was nervous to hear his answer, but at the same time, I was unsure if this was actually bad. Jooho has this habit of getting overly worked up about things. It's not unusual for him and we are pretty sure he gets it from our mom.

"My grades dropped, a lot." He mumbled. I sighed and rubbed my temples.

"By how much? Is it drastic or only a little bit?" I needed to know how bad it was before I reacted.

"M-math is below a 65, e-english i-is 78 and s-science is very w-well either. T-that one is w-worse than m-math." He explained.

"Jooho.... How did this happen? Mom and dad took away your iPad and other technologies. That was supposed to help you do better with your studies. They aren't going to be happy at all." I couldn't believe this. He is usually always above a 78 but the fact that the others are below 65, my parents are going to be furious. "I presume you haven't said anything to them."

He nodded. "T-the report c-card was in the m-mail and I s-swiped it be-before they could s-see." His voice was still shaky, most likely from nerves.

"We'll tell them at lunch. They are going to be mad but you have to realize that it's only September. This is the halfway point in the marking period and if you do not improve your grades, worse will happen." I got closer to him and gave him a little hug. "Go back to your room and do some studying. I'll talk to mom and dad after lunch."

"T-thank you, hyung." He hugged me tighter and left my room.

All I do for this boy is help him every time he is about to crash.