What I Want [COMPLETED]

Chapter 8 - The Seoul Christmas Festival

"The Seoul Christmas Festival, hm?" your mother asked as she stood in the kitchen, doing the dishes. You were leaning against the island counter, taking a sip from your soda as you watched your mother work.

"Yeah. Dahyun was showing me the website where you can buy tickets the other day." You said. "And she said that there's tons of food and games, and it's really pretty at night when all the lights come on. I'm really excited."

"Then let's hope that next weekend comes quickly." Your mother smiled, glancing over at you to see you looking towards your phone. When she saw you smile, she couldn't help but find herself smiling as well. "Is that Taehyung?" she asked. You immediately put your phone on the table, screen side down.

"What? No!" You said quickly. When you saw your mom smile widen a bit in amusement, you sighed. "He just sent me a picture of the tickets..." you said softly. Holding up your phone, you showed your mother a picture. Taehyung was taking a picture of himself with the two tickets in front of his face. The text underneath read:

December 15, be ready! n_n

"December 15th..." You said to your mom. "That's when we're going." Your mother smiled.

"Then you need to make sure you pick the groceries up early that day so you have the rest of the day to yourself." She said. "Okay?" You nodded, eyes still focused on the picture.

"Yeah, I hear you..." you said. "I'll get them nice and early..." As you looked at the top of your phone, you blinked. "I should probably find something to wear." You said.

"But the 15th is like three days away." Your mom pointed out as she turned in your direction. However, she saw you were already rushing up the steps and most likely didn't even hear what she said. It made her chuckle. "Oh to be young..." she hummed, turning back to finish the dishes.

Up in your room, you looked at the text once again, simply replying with a smiley face before heading towards your closet. You flung it open and began searching for a nice winter outfit to wear on the fifteenth. You had a lot of options, you, Jihyo, and Dahyun went shopping a couple of times at the start of winter, in hopes of finding some cute outfits quickly. You did, and you were hoping one of them would work for your date. After what seemed like forever, you found it, the perfect outfit. A white turtleneck long-sleeved shirt with a high waist black skirt and some black leggings. You had a pair of thigh-high boots that you had been meaning to wear, along with a beige coat. Gathering up some matching accessories like a scarf, some gloves, and a winter hat, you set them all on your desk chair. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you moved some hair out of your face and hummed. "Maybe I'll curl my hair..." you said softly, trying to picture what the end result would look like. You were so busy that you didn't hear your brother come in until he spoke up.

"Mom said you have a date with Taehyung-ah..." He said, and you turned towards him. He was standing up against your door, arms crossed.

"...Yeah, we're going to the Seoul Christmas Festival this weekend..." you stated. He nodded.

"He was really nice when he came over that one time." He said. "But Dad told me he isn't a good student..." You nodded your head.

"Yeah...I know that." You said simply. "But he's been doing better lately." After a moment, you pursed your lips. "Does that bother you?" You watched your brother walk over to you. At first, he didn't say anything, and you smiled, nudging him. "What's got you acting this way? You trying to protect me, or something?" you teased. Your brother's race went red in embarrassment, and he looked away, pouting.

"No, not really...I don't care what you do..." he said. After a moment, he glanced at you. "...But is he really bad? Like... he won't hurt you or anything right?" You thought back to the past times that Taehyung has yelled at you, and how much they hurt you. Hearing the slight worry in your brother's voice honestly took you off your guard, but you didn't want your brother worrying. You smiled, ruffling his hair.