|| Mr Arrogant ; Book 5 || kth

Chapter 8 : Eavesdropper

Hyejin's POV
"Night, Eomma," my youngest son yawned as he kissed my cheek.

I smiled. "Goodnight, my little one. Sweet dreams!"

He watched me on the night stand beside his bed. Slowly closing his eyes, I tucked him in bed as he cozily adjusted himself.

After ensuring he slept, I walked out of the room and closed the door quietly, leaving a small gap open.

"Eomma, I'm sleeping now," Taeho walked towards me as I just got out of Taemin's room.

"Okay, my dear, have a good night," I kissed his forehead.

He playfully saluted to me. "Yes, maam,"

"Any idea where your sister is?" I asked.

He voiced out before walking up the stairs, "She's is in her room!"

"Okay, thank you!" I yelled back. Should I check on Taeguk? She has been very quiet recently. But still, I'm sure she'll know when to come up to me when she has problems.

"Don't sleep too late, Eomma!"

"Alright, sir!" I laughed.

Watching movies late at night has always been my thing, and I barely get to have my fun time alone nowadays since the kids always bothered me. Lucky for me, all of them are now sleeping in their bedrooms, or so I thought. I laid comfortably on the couch and snuggled under the blankets I brought out of my room. It's almost a week now since Taehyung started practicing his choreography and vocals with BTS. I rarely see him now that they are busy preparing for their next muster. Missing him by my side, I wonder how he's doing. I looked at the clock ticking slowly. It was almost 12am. Taehyung must be coming home late again, I wondered if he had his proper dinner already. I sighed. Just as if it was planned, my phone rang.

"Yeoboseyeo?" I asked, unbothered to check the caller ID. The deep voice from the other side of the line made me wide awake. "Taehyung-ssi! How has your day been? Is the choreography challenging? Will you be back home tonight?"

I heard slight coughing from him. Worried, I cautioned, "Remember to take care of yourself, okay? Safety first!"

"Ne, Hyejin. I've been eating very well, hyungs and Jungkookie are amending my dance moves since I haven't been dancing in a long time. Right now is my break time."

"Ah, that's good then!"

There was seconds filled with silence. "I- Hyejin?"

"Yes?"

"I will have to travel to Japan next week for the 5th Muster and I can't back out even if I wanted to. Bang PD said you could join in if you want to. Would you want to follow me? Or would you prefer staying with the kids?" Taehyung questioned.

Taeguk's POV
I was awakened by the heavy downpour outside. It was 12am and my stomach was rumbling in hunger. I got out of bed to rummage for some midnight snacks I could eat to ease my hunger. Thinking I was alone, I walked out heavily, rubbing my eyes. That was when I heard chattering at the living room. Being a busybody I am, I peeked out of the walls to listen to Eomma speaking to Appa through the phone.

"Would you want to follow me? Or would you prefer staying with the kids?"

"Please, please, please, I want to follow you guys! I can take care of you at the same time! The kids are having their holidays next week; they can probably handle themselves well. Can I have the exact date and time of departure?"

My ears perked up at Eomma's question. So they're planning to go to Japan next week, for BTS' 5th Muster. I continued eavesdropping, listening to every detail they were talking about. The date. The time. The plane. The hotel. As my mother stood up from the couch, I frantically scurried away, afraid of getting caught. I'm suddenly not hungry anymore, anyway.

Back in bed, I recalled the conversation they were having. My mind ended up thinking about Eunjung and Myonghee. The fact that they had been spacing out from me, slowly as each day passes. It's like they have given up on me; I could tell they were jealous. I sat straight up on my bed. It was tough to handle the point that they aren't my closest buddies anymore.

Then, as if a light bulb lit up in my mind, an idea struck me.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute-"

"If I told Myonghee and Eunjung about the plan Appa and Eomma has about going to Japan, maybe, just maybe, they would be interested and I could get my best friends back! There, it's fixed. Victory," I smiled at my plan, making a 'V' sign like how Appa always does at the word victory, having faith that it might work, that it's worth trying.

What I didn't know was that they had something mischievous in the back of their minds, waiting for me to be played in their hands.