Oxymoronic Eyes // Sope

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"Hoseok!" Doori beamed when she saw a head of brown locks shyly peeping pass the office door.

Yoongi's mother had invited Hoseok for lunch and altough the boy was scared as shit, he couldn't say no to the sweet lady.

"H-hello... um-" He mumbled, fiddlinh with his fingers as he slowly shuffled into the room.

"Don't be shy." She smiled, lightly pulling him to sit down next to her on the couch situated next to the bookshelves towering books after books. "You can call me eomma."

Hoseok couldn't help it when the corners of his lips twitch, wanting to form a smile. His own mother never let him call her 'eomma' because apparently it was too informal.

"Uh...eomma, why did you want to have lunch with me?" The boy questioned with a small pout.

"To get to know my future son-in-law of course!" She smiled, eyes crinkling with her gums out, almost scarily resembling her son's. Now Hoseok hadn't seen Yoongi smile in a while but he used to smile a lot last year when he was with Jimin, Taehyung, and his best friend Namjoon who recently graduated.

"There's not much to know about me." He mumbled, seeing maids come into the office with plates and glasses. Doori thanked them as they left before looking back at the high schooler, offering him a plate and chopsticks.

"I'm sure there is." She started picking food for her own plate. "For starters, what do you like to do during your spare time? Any hobbies?"

"Well... I do like to make music." The boy starts, reacher to the coffee table to grab a dumpling. "That's why I took Audio Production class in school again. I have a bunch of songs that I've composed... even though no one will ever hear them. They'd probably just make fun of them. But it's fine, I enjoy it-"

He stops when he caught himself ranting. Doori probably wasn't interested in what he had to say and he didn't want to burden the woman. He remembered when he tried to make conversation with Yoongi about making music but the boy had told him to shut up. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to babble."

"No no. I don't mind." She assured, looking at him fondly. "So about your songs, I wouldn't mind hearing them some day. I'm sure you're very talented."

"T-thanks. Maybe some other day." He blushed, no adult had ever been so... caring and willing to listen.

They chatted for a little longer, mostly Doori asking the boy questions and Hoseok politely answering them. The high schooler did find out some interesting things like how Yoongi plays the piano and how he's overly protective over Yoonji, his little sister.

"Eomma." He squinted his face, word still foreign coming out of his mouth. "Why did you... why would you let Yoongi marry a guy- a guy like me? He already had Jimin so why couldn't you let them be happy?"

"A guy like you?" She repeated with a small laugh. "Are you saying this because you have brown eyes? Gosh that would be absurd to judge you base off of your looks, sweetheart." His heart warmed at that.

"But other people seem to think lowly of me. As if I'm some sort of bargain for insult just because I have an unalterable difference." He sighed, placing his plate down once he's completely finished with his food.

"Here's the thing." She takes his hand, cupping it between her soft yet fragile ones. "People always try to be different yet they judge those who succeed in that category. They use those small, insignificant factors of yourself to break you down. Let me tell you this, don't let their childish games get to you, those people will feed off of your weakness if you let them."

"T-thank you. That... that really means a lot." He genuinely smiled, not having to force it out like all those other times. "But that still doesn't explain why you chose me over Jimin."

She took her time to grab the teapot from the table and poured some of the hot liquid into both cups. She handed one to him and took one for herself as she relaxed against the couch, leg crossed over the other.

"Don't get me wrong, I love Jimin. He's a lovely kid." She took a sip from her cup. "But I know my son. And I know who he truly wants."

"Are you implying that he wants to be with me?" He scoffed incredilously, not meaning to sound rude but the unspoken claim seemed plain ridiculous which he couldn't help but deride.

Doori continued to sip her tea once again.

"If you wanted to put it a plain-spoken way then yes." She grinned.

"That's very unlikely, eomma. Nobody would ever like me."

"Oh but Yoongi isn't a nobody... and you knew that, didn't you?" The boy blushed at the question.

"Fine. Why do you think he... wants to be with me when he was already in a stable relationship with Jimin?"

Doori reached for the teapot to pour herself more tea, looking at the time on her watch.

"If you don't mind staying a little later then I'd be more than glad to fill you in."

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A/N: I stan Doori???