Beauty in white. | Ksj•Kth

12.

Taehyung :

The wooden door before us made a noise, indicating that someone was answering our knocks. My mother fixed her posture, plastering a smile.
A woman maybe in her fortys opened the door, her eyes brightening up with wide smile. She immediately guessed us.

"Kims are here!" She beamed and opened the door wider. She fixed the small sofa and table, opening the small windows, letting the bright afternoon light in as we walked in. We looked around the small yet cozy and ventilated house. Though it was small, it wasn't suffocating but rather warm. There were many beautiful paintings hanging on weak walls. The paintings held brilliant sceneries depicted.

"We were waiting for you all." A middle-aged man came from room with a cheap cigar between his lips came with a smile on his wrinkled face. He stood before us rubbing his hands.

"Apologies for making you late." my mother said.

"Aah, no need to apologize, I meant, we've been waiting for you since our very first meeting. I'm already feeling family with you. Pleasant to meet you. Please be seated." He gestured us to sit so we obeyed.

"Pleasure is mine, Mr Kim." My mother held a good posture, which I'm very grateful of. She sometimes she forgets that she holds a high class and goes around imbecile.

After seconds, as we were trying to initiate some unimportant conversation, the woman who opened the door earlier brought trays of snacks and juices.
"I'm Seokjin's mother." She introduced herself with shy tiny giggle. She looked pretty at this age, too. My mother bowed to her, and she fumbled with her fingers and looked around the house nervously.

"Please worth our hospitality and have snacks." Mr Kim polited.

"This beautiful man must be your younger son." Mrs Kim stared at Jimin, who flushed little.

"Nice to meet you." Jimin said. I feel this family has a good nature. Good nature brings good upbringing, so I reckon there son will worth our expectation. I just held a glass of juice to quench thy thirst.

After a few minutes, my mom spoke. "Where is Kim Seokjin? I'm so eager to see him." Mother clasped her hands.
Mr Kim looked at his husband and gestured something through her eyes, and that brought an awkward giggle from Mrs Kim. "He is out for a walk. He'll be here soon." Mrs kim stuttered little. My mother nodded. I felt like I was losing some cool, as I had so much work pending. I tapped my foot as the time was passing by. Mr Kim looked at my uneasy feet and left a soft sigh.

"I'll bring some more snacks." Mrs Kim spoke. She saw our bothered faces and bit her lower lip.

"He will be home soon. He promised us." Her voice hesitated, which made me squint my eyes.

"Mother, I ate snacks of whole week. Does Kim Seokjin not care for time and guests arrive at his house?" Jimin whispered into our mother's ears, which I heard. He is right. I sense Kim Seokjin doesn't have a value of time and ethics. I irkly bit my inner cheek. I have a hell of work bestowed upon me. I can't sit here count and waste each second.

"Sorry, but we have some urgent work to attend." I spoke up. Mrs Kim's eyes begged and desperately walked to us. "Please, we give you so many apologies for this immorality of my son. He just left without letting us inform. I'm sorry on behalf of him. He will be back -"

Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled our attention to it. "I think he's here!" Mrs Kim exclaimed. We looked at the door being opened, but everyone's face fell as a small boy stood at the door.

"Is Seokjin hyung here?" Boy asked. Mrs Kim answered by shaking her head. "I came here to thank Seokjin hyung." Boy pouted as he looked at us.

"He helped me with money by selling his paint colors. My mother is very grateful to him. Since my mother can't walk, she gave her good wishes to hyung through me." He bowed and left out.