Yoongi's Little Sister

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It's the day I would finally meet Yoongi's mother. I am dreading it. I'm still in bed, avoiding any movement or signs that I'm awake, hoping I can fake sleep my way out of it. 

"Yah, you're not awake yet? Hurry, get dressed!" Jin barged into my room. I groaned, putting a pillow over my head. "Yah, Y/N." Jin grabbed the pillow and ruffled my hair, he sat on my bed waiting for me to move. "Jinnie I don't want to go" I mumbled, still facing the other way. "I know Y/N, but once you go, you'll realise you were stressing over nothing!"

I sat up right, finally looking at Jin, "Please don't make me go hyung." I pouted. "You already told Yoongi you're going Y/N, it's not up to me to decide." He got up and threw me my clothes I had picked out the night before that were on my chair and onto the bed and left. He was right though, I had already told Yoongi I would go. I groaned again. As much as I didn't want to have a shower, I had to look presentable in front of his mum. I hopped in the shower, quickly washed myself, deciding there's no time for me to have a mini concert. Put on my clothes, I decided to go for something formal but casual at the same time, I wore straight legged black trousers, I thought skinnies might be too informal, I just feel like I'm stressing too much, but it's better to be safe than sorry, and for the top I went for a washed out black jumper, it's almost autumn so it's starting to get pretty chilly. I left my hair down, half dried half damp, and for shoes I decided to go for my old black school shoes, they look formal enough. I walked downstairs, holding the shoes I plan to wear in my hands as we don't wear shoes in the house. "Hey, you ready?" Yoongi asked nervously, sipping on his black coffee. He wasn't wearing anything formal, but then again, it is his mother. "Um, I guess?" I shrugged, walking around the kitchen looking for a quick snack to eat as my breakfast. "Is Joon ready?" I wondered, hoping he would keep his word, if he doesn't come then there is no way I would be going. "Yeah, he's ready, he's just on a phone call, we'll wait for him then go." He was on his phone scrolling through his emails. I slumped on the chair next to him at the kitchen island eating a banana, my palm cradling my cheek as I rested my elbow on the island. I could feel Yoongi side eyeing me but I was too lost in my own thoughts to bother asking him what's up. "Y/N?" he put down his phone and I had lived with him long enough (only a few months, but that's still enough to catch onto people's mannerisms) to know that meant he wanted a serious conversation but I really wasn't in the mood for it, just as I was about to turn my head to look at him, Namjoon walked in interrupting whatever Yoongi was about to say. I smiled at the sight of him, glad he was coming with us. "Yes, that's great. I'll have my manager to get your email so we can discuss this further, bye bye." He ended the important call he was on and looked at both of us, "Wow, you both look so excited to see Yoongi's eomma!"  he chuckled, I guess our facial expressions gave away how we both really felt. Yoongi is just nervous for me otherwise he has no reason to be in his thoughts about this. "Okay okay, let's go, we're gonna be late" I didn't want to drag this painful process longer plus being late is not a good first impression to have, I slid off the seat and grabbed my purse, making my way to the door, I was still pretty hidden in the world of BTS and Army, I mean, Army obviously know something's up, especially after that intruder attack, they probably think I'm a cousin, they haven't really seen me properly, I put on the cap Jin gave me when I first arrived to Korea, it doesn't do much to disguise me, but it makes me feel hidden anyway. I heard Yoongi and Joon following behind me, talking about something, most likely this meeting I'm about to have with Yoongi's mum. 

The car journey was pretty long as we were meeting her in a cafe outside of Seoul, somewhere not too busy and away from the eyes and flashes of paparazzi. I sat in the middle of my hyungs, not having the window seat didn't help as I didn't have a form of distraction and going on my phone for too long in the car makes me feel sick, so I just put my headphones in and played my Lo-Fi chill playlist. Namjoon and Yoongi both had their laptops out doing work, even when they aren't even meant to be working, they're working. They find time for it anywhere, I wish I was like that with studying lol. The car ride started to get pretty bumpy as we hit some pretty rough road terrain, "It looks like we're here" Yoongi smiled to himself, putting his laptop away in his black designer backpack. He's obviously happy to see his mum, the members rarely get to see their family so I guess I'm a good excuse for him to see her. "Wow I haven't been to this cafe in so long" Namjoon chimed in. "Yah Yoongi hyung, remember that time we came to this cafe to write that song that we never even ended up using?" He chuckled. Yoongi looked over to him chuckling. Meanwhile, I was so anxious, my hands had become like glue, sticking together due to the sweat and my mouth was dry. Why am I so nervous? It's not like I'll be seeing her everyday. "Okay" Joon tapped my thigh to grab my attention, "remember what we went through?" I nodded, the butterflies in my stomach making it hard for me to talk. Namjoon proceeded, "First, you..." he waited for me to finish his sentence. "Bow" I replied, closing my eyes to remember the steps Joon had told me, it's like I'm revising for an exam. "Then you?" He turned his body to me, trying to grab even more attention. I opened my eyes to show him I'm already paying attention, "Then I smile, and say Hi and I should use honourifics", my mouth felt like sand paper. "Right, which is?" he grabbed his water bottle from his also designer backpack to give to me, wow is it that obvious I'm a nervous wreck. "Eonni?" I took the water bottle from his hands, which almost slipped right out due to my sweat. "Great!" He rubbed my back, "You've got nothing to be worried about, my polite little sister." Joon really is the sweetest. "My pronunciation isn't good though..." Yoongi must have caught onto that because he immediately jumped in, "Anya, it's perfect." He didn't look at me though, he carried on walking, oh I forgot to mention, by this time, we're almost at the cafe door. Yoongi opened the door and walked in, holding the door for me. I took a deep breath and accepted the fact that at some point I would make an embarrassment out of myself, I walked in and held the door open for Namjoon. 

"Eomma!" My older brother hugged the woman so securely. I didn't catch her face just yet, just a glimpse of her black, shiny hair. The two exchanged small talk until Yoongi moved aside to reveal me. There was a brief pause, and her facial expression dropped completely, she had a stern face, and I for some reason, had stopped functioning. *Cough*  That was Namjoon purposely clearing his throat which reminded me to do the things I had memorised. Like a robot, I bowed first, holding the bow long enough for Namjoon to pat my back for me to come back up. I smiled, it may have looked very forced, but A for effort am I right? Then, I said hello and addressed her with honourifics. Yoongi looked at me happily, well I must have done something right if he's smiling, or maybe he's just happy to see his mother. He introduced us both. I still hadn't heard anything from his mum, her face was like Yoongi's, exactly like Yoongi's. They had the same pale skin, her eyes were harsher, and her lips were thinner. They did however, form a very slight curve when Yoongi introduced us. Finally, Namjoon said hi, much more informal than me, but him and Yoongi have been friends for quite some time, so they must have met each other's parents before. We all sat around a small coffee table and started chatting. Well, by chatting I mean, everyone but me. I sat and watched everyone, mainly trying to understand what they're saying, I was trying really hard to hear a word I recognise, but they either speak too fast or with a strong accent. I didn't mind though, I'd rather observe than talk. His mum had smiled by now, even laughed at something Joon had said, her voice was soft, and her smile was pretty, when she smiled her eyes smiled too, but I still got a sense that she could be very scary if you cross her, and I think she doesn't like me as she hasn't even made eye contact with me since our introduction. The waitress asked if we wanted anything, I honestly wouldn't mind a latte but Yoongi said we should start to get going as they both have work to do and his mum agreed, I got this because she nodded. Namjoon stood up, as did Yoongi and his mum, signalling me to get up too. They said their good byes until it was my turn. I just did the same exact thing I had done when I said hi to her, bow, smile, say bye. She hugged the boys but didn't pull me in for a hug, nor a hand shake, she just stood there with her arms by her side, her one arm clutching her Michael Kors bag, which I imagine Yoongi bought for her. I walked away with the boys, I wanted to look back but I knew her eyes were on me. 

"So?" Yoongi opened the car door. I hopped in as did he beside me. "So...?" I know they're expecting a full essay about how I think things went, but I honestly don't know how it went. It could have gone better, but it wasn't bad either. I felt like she didn't like me, which honestly, I'm a bit sad about, more hurt than sad, I made an effort to meet her, to be polite, and all she said was 'hi'. But it would break Yoongi's heart if I said what I really wanted to say. "Hellooo? Y/N?" Namjoon leaned over Yoongi to snap his fingers at me. "Oh, yeah I think it was fine" I faked a smile, turning my head to the window. "That's it?" Yoongi asked slightly disheartened. I turned back to look at them realising I have to try harder at faking how happy I am. "It went really well! I was stressing over nothing! She is a wonderful lady!" This probably came out slightly sarcastic, but I smiled trying to make it look like a meaningful confession. A fake confession. Yoongi smiled at my response and went back on his phone, Namjoon however, Namjoon wasn't convinced. He squinted his eyes at my response, raising a brow. I looked out the window to avoid his judgemental looks but he knew. I closed my eyes holding back my tears. I really wanted to be home right now. No, not Seoul Home. Great britain home.