My Game || Jenmin

♥︎ 27 | His Eyes Say Something Else

I take my coat off my shoulders loosely, grabbing the duffle bag and leaving out the office.
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(This chapter contains no Jennie moments 🥺 just informing ya'll that so get prepared)

"Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one"

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I shoot her a fake smile as mom looks at me, blinking rapidly, indirectly telling me to 'act nicer'.

Mrs. Gwan:
Ahh~ I swear when I last saw you, you were so young! Fifteen maybe. You've grown so much, an exact replica of your father if I'm being honest.

She smiles, patting my back as I do nothing but nod along.

It was getting a bit late, probably because of my mother forcing me to meet some of her friends which I'm guessing saw me last nine years ago. Which now has me standing in the hotel's lobby with maybe five other women, twice my age all talking about how tall I've got or I'm the replica of my father or they can't believe I own my father's company now or that I'm not married at twenty-five, the basic stuff you'd expect from annoying aunts.

Mom:
Now, c'mon let the man go. He has to go after meeting Olivia.

She smiles, yanking me towards the elevator.

What?

Jimin:
Olivia by a totally new friend of yours, not your best friend? Or the mother of that Khloe?

Mom:
Hey, don't say "that" to your bride.

I whine, leaning my head back as we both stand in the elevator as it goes up.

Jimin:
Face it, mom. Just because you two are friends doesn't mean your children will get married or be best friends too.

Mom:
But I want you two to be and I don't care.

She asserts, leaving as the doors of the elevator open, indicating we had reach floor three. I scowl, following her behind. We both stop at a door saying '305'. As she presses the doorbell, maybe after just three seconds the door swings open, we both were greeted by a small 5.1ft body, a woman in her mid-40s, black straight hair with a curvy figure. Cat eyes with thick lips and a few wrinkles along her face with tan skin.

Aunt Yoo Olivia.

Mrs. Yoo:
Oh my god, you're finally here!

She squeals, hugging my mom who practically picked her up. As they part away, she looks up at my mom because of their three-inch height disparity.

Mom:
I missed you so much, how've you been?

Mrs. Yoo:
Dying since you haven't arrived.

They squeal a bit more as I roll my eyes, resting my hands in my pockets. Patiently waiting to be noticed so I can leave. As I realize that I probably will not be, I clear my throat, intentionally loud, earning the attention of the two women.

Mom:
Oh yes, I forgot about you, honey.

She smiles, pulling me forward by my arm.

Mom:
You remember Jimin, right?

Mrs. Yoo:
Ohh~ how could I forget your handsome Lil' boy, gurl.

She says, scrunching her nose up while rubbing my chin, a shiver runs down my spine as I feel her long nails graze against my skin.

Mom chuckles behind me, grabbing my shoulders as Mrs. Yoo smiles at me before stepping a bit further into her own room.

Mrs. Yoo:
Come in, why are you both standing out?