A single working mom with a sick daughter at home doesn't think she can make it on her own. That is until Kim Namjoon comes into her diner.
We're gonna write a nice, clean story on my school chromebook.
Ahaha I changed my mind while writing this so...
"And I haven't driven more than ten minutes from my house in three years."
"Wow, you really don't have a life, do you?"
"Wow, so much for support." He smiled, showing his dimples. God, they were beautiful. He was beautiful. I shook my head.
You have more important things to think about, Vivian.
Finally, we pulled into a large driveway. There were seven other vehicles in the open garage, including one large SUV. The house was huge. It was two stories, but tall enough it could easily be three.
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"What is this place?"
" I know, it's beautiful. Come on, there's some people inside that I want you to meet." I followed him up to the large porch. I expected him to ring the doorbell or knock, but he walked right in instead. The first thing to catch my eye was a small, yipping dog that came running up to us, then someone running to grab it. Namjoon started talking to the boy in that strange language I heard them speaking in that day in the diner. A moment later, he motioned for me to follow as the boy led us through the house to the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare in awe as we entered. It was something that could only exist in dreams. I was interrupted when I felt someone tap on my shoulder. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." I lightly slapped his arm, laughing at his teasing.
"Do you live here?"
"Yup. Me and six of my friends. And Yeontan."
"Yeontan?"
"The dog." We were interrupted when a boy slightly shorter than me came running into the kitchen, yelling at the boy with the dog. The boy plopped his dog on the floor and took off running, the other boy chasing after him. The one cooking yelled after them, but soon gave up and went back to what he was doing. Namjoon asked the other something and turned back to me after he got his answer. "Alright. Follow me."
I followed him to a large living room. The TV covered a good portion of the wall, and it looked like someone was playing a video game. When we finally got around the gigantic couch, I saw a boy sitting in a bean bag in the middle of the floor. He was obviously the one playing the video game. Namjoon argued with him for a minute before turning around and walking toward another room. This one was filled with a lot of high-tech gear and a small cot in the corner, with a small man sitting in the middle of it all at a computer. The two talked for a moment, then Namjoon led me to the room next to it. This room had just as much gear in it, but no cot in the corner. He plopped into a rolling chair and pulled out an extra one, motioning for me to sit.
"So, on top of this house, you have whatever this room is?"
"Yup."
"What is this, anyway?"
"It's a studio."
"Wait, like an actual music studio?"
"Yup. And so was the other room."
"So let me get this straight. You have eight vehicles, this huge house, a TV almost the size of your wall, and two music studios?"
"Three."
"Three what?"
"You said two music studios. There's three."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Nope." I couldn't help but chuckle. He seemed so chill about everything he owned.
"Ok. Why'd you bring me here?"
"I thought you'd never ask." He turned to his computer and started typing. I couldn't tell what it was because it was in a different language. After a few moments, he stopped and pointed to the screen. It seemed to be a profile of some sort. I looked at the picture.
It was Jackson.
"Wh-what is this?"
"It's everything there is to know about Jackson Wang."
"Everything?"
"Everything. Family tree, credit card history, current a-" we were interrupted by the one who was cooking earlier. "Ok. It's time for dinner."
"Wait, what were you saying?"
"We have time to eat dinner. Then we'll get back to this."
He led me to the dining room, where we sat a large table. Food was placed all around it, and there was an extra seat pulled up. I sat in the extra seat while Namjoon sat beside me. He addressed the others in that language I didn't understand, then nudged my arm.
"Introduce yourself."
"Um... Hi. My name's Vivian." They then went around the table introducing themselves.
