Catch Me

20

"Omma, Appa!" Jimin throws his arms around his parents. Pulling them into a tight hug.

"Oh Jimin, your so big! You've been eating good, look at you!" His mother gushes as she pulls away from his son.

"Where is y/n?" His father asks, realizing Jimin was alone.

"Right here! Sorry, I left my phone in the car." I appear beside Jimin and he chuckles at my forgetful behavior.

"Y/n! My daughter, look at how beautiful you've become. Hunny look at how beautiful y/n is." Omma smiles warmly at me while she gently slaps her husband's arm.

"Ah yes I can see her. She is beautiful, there is no need to hit me." Appa says and I wrap my arms around them, taking my turn for a group hug.

"Thank you Omma and Appa!" Although I myself was technically their blood child they had basically adopted me and insisted I call them 'omma' and 'appa'. It also felt nice to be called someone's daughter again, another reason why I didn't mind calling them mom and dad. Jimin squeezed into the hug, squishing his head between me and Omma.

"mmm, family hugs!" Jimin whispers before giving a final squeeze and releasing us from his grip. I did the same and we both follow Omma and Appa into the house with our bags in tow behind us.

"You guys get settled while I finish dinner," Omma says and Jimin glances at me playfully.

"Race you up the stairs?" He asks picking up his suitcase. I follow suit, lowering the handle, and grabbing my bag by the straps.

"You're on!" We are upstairs like the days when we were kids coming home from school, pushing each other around so that we could win.

"Like always, I win." Jimin proudly stands, placing his hands on his hips.

"Your shorter, must be you have less wind resistance," I reply snarky, rolling my eyes. Jimin pouts, his hands dropping from his hips and stomping his foot.

"So mean to your older brother." He sticks out his lips, adding the cherry to the cake.

"You're not my brother." I cross my arms, struggling to hold my bag so high.

"Y/n, be nice to your brother!" I hear Appa yell from downstairs. Jimin turns to smirk at me, crossing his own arms against his chest.

"In this house we are." Jimin smiles at me. "Ah, the few times my age over you has power."

"Your right. This is one of the few weeks when I have to listen to you. Your week Jimin. So should I tell Omma about Soo-Jin or will you?" His eyes go wide and he quickly drops his bag and shoves a hand over my mouth.

"Maybe I should tell them about a little thing called y/n and Jungkook?" Jimin taunts, raising an eyebrow at me. I roughly pull his hand away from my mouth before wiping away his sweaty hand germs.

"Go ahead. As you said you're the older brother. Older brothers always get the focus when it comes to relationships. Your top of the list." Jimin pulls away, thinking possibly of a way to bribe me into silence. I wait expectantly for an answer when Jimin shrugs.

"I don't have anything. So I'm going to unpack before Omma finishes dinner." Jimin pushes past me to get to his room. I lean down and grab his bag.

"You forgot this." I toss his bag onto his bed and he mumbles a thank you. "Your welcome," I mumble back. I walk out of his room. Mine was right across the hall so my walk wasn't far.

The room was just like last year when we came. On the walls were the memories of my youth. There was a corkboard on one of the free walls over my desk. It was filled with pictures of friends, old dance tickets, and a picture of when Jimin and I meet TXT and I got to take a picture with my bias Yeonjun. It was quite possibly the best day of my life. There were also dance posters on the wall along with posters with TXT on it. My books selves were still filled with some of the old books I had left here and the merch I had bought when I was younger. I had taken only my lightstick and my albums when I moved out with Jimin. My bed was neatly made and there wasn't a speck of dust in sight. All signs of abandonment had been wiped clean by Omma's hard work.

"Silly Omma," I whisper softly, tossing my suitcase on the bed.

The last of my clothes have been tucked away in the closet when Omma calls us down for dinner. We open our doors and run down the stairs together. As I neared the kitchen Ommas cooking reaching me. The delicious smell wafts in my nose, making my mouth water.

"Omma I missed your cooking!" I say while I walk into the kitchen. Omma puts the final dish on the table before turning to look at me.

"Come, come sit. The food is getting cold." I quickly give Omma a hug before sitting at the table in my usual spot. The table was layered with bowls upon bowls of homecooked treats. The rest of the family sits down with Appa at the end of the table and Omma next to him. Jimin sat next to me.

"Eat eat kids. Y/n you've lost weight, you need to eat more." Omma begins to put food on my plate.

"Omma, don't worry I can take care of myself," I say pushing away her bowl and grabbing food from a new bowl.

"Speaking of that, you should start doing something with our rooms. We love being able to stay in the rooms when we visit but you should do something with them." Jimin speaks up, his plate already filled.

"Like my room, you've always talked about wanting a sewing room," I add on, beginning to eat through the mountain of food I had on my plate.

"Alright. When you kids leave I'll change your rooms." Omma sighs before taking a bit of chicken.

"Mm." I quickly clear my throat of food. "Omma did you hear Jimin has been seeing a woman. Her name is Soo-Jin." Jimin kicks me underneath the table and Omma drops her chopsticks.

"A woman? Soo-Jin, is she Korean?" Jimin frowns as he looks at me, making me shrink in my seat.

"Yes, Soo-Jin is Korean and I have been seeing her. But, have you heard that y/n has been seeing someone? His name is Jungkook and they have been dating for a month now!" Jimin retaliates and Appa drops his chopsticks.

"Oh both of my babies are dating?" Omma begins to get teary-eyed as she looks at us. "Your growing up so fast. Soon there will be little grandchildren running around." Both Jimin and I grow wide-eyed.

"Grandchildren." I choke out the words.

"No Omma, it's too soon to be thinking about grandchildren." Jimin yelps, kicking me underneath the table, hitting me in the same place like last time. It takes a while before we can get her off the subject. But before we do both of us end up having to tell her everything, from how long we had been dating to where we had meet them.

We spend dinner laughing and eating, enjoying time as a family. These moments always felt so warm and comforting, like there was nothing that could go wrong. Appa had too much to drink and Omma scolded him before sending him upstairs to bed. Jimin and I, while she was away, quickly go to work. I put all the extra food into containers for snacks. Jimin begins to clean the dishes as I empty them. We hear Omma begin to head back down the steps and we kick into hyperdrive. We begin to clean, Jimin scrubs dishes faster then I've ever seen and I quickly shove all the containers into the fridge.

"What are you guys doing?" She asks when she sees us working.

"Umm. Cleaning?" I say, glancing nervously at Jimin.

"Oh, I love my babies." Omma starts crying and takes us both into a hug. Jimin and I both comfort her, patting and rubbing her back.

"Omma don't cry," Jimin says softly. She slowly pulls away and wipes away her tears.

"I have such good children." She says as she walks back to her bedroom. I look over at Jimin and we fistbump, celebrating our victory.

"Best team right here." We both say in unison.