𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘴.

13

third person

it's friday night, the night of the dinner and hoseok's helping mina get ready.

"ow what the hell hoseok?" mina hisses in pain as hoseok tugs a little too hard on her hair, trying to get it into a perfect high ponytail.

"oops, sorry. i don't know how to do this," hoseok shrugs, but continues with the harsh pulls until her hair was in the ponytail.

"now, high heels," hoseok claps, a large smile on his face as he walks to mina's closet.

"no i'm not wearing deathtraps on my feet, get me a pair of my flats," mina says, watching as her brother pulls out a pair of heels anyways.

mina groans and gets up, going to her closet. she takes the heels from him and puts them away,. "i'm not going to do this if i have to wear heels. we can just dress you up and you'll be girl jung hoseok. it won't take much, just light make up and a wig, you're pretty girly already."

"shut the hell up, fine, wear the flats."

"how is it so fancy if their house is pretty much the same as ours?" mina asks as she slips on the flats and smooths out her dress with her hands.

"it's probably just looks the same on the outside, don't judge a book by it's cover," hoseok says.

"mina, hoseok-" mrs.jung came in, "why are you so dolled up?"

"mina's going out."

mina nodded, "uh yeah. with a boy, hoseok's friend, yoongi."

"oh! i love that boy, go go," mrs.jung ushers mina downstairs, and hoseok takes her next door.

"wish me luck impressing your boyfriends dad," mina smirks and before hoseok can, she pushes the doorbell, which is hoseok's cue to leave.

"he's not my boyfriend!" hoseok calls as he ran back over to their house, not bothering to listen the reply from her. he shoots yoongi a quick text telling him that it's mina at the door, in hopes of saving mina from the embarrassment of one of his family members answering the door.

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first person(mina)

i looked around the dinner table, still not over the fact that some of yoongi's relatives were here as well. and honestly? hoseok was right when he said don't judge a book by its cover. the min's house is a lot more elegant on the inside than ours.

"you didn't tell me this was meet the parents and relatives," i whispered to yoongi.

"yeah that was because i didn't even know all of them were coming. i thought it was going to be just a few," yoongi replies, as he looks down at his phone.

"ah, jung mina is your name correct?" mr.min questions. ever since i set foot near this man my hands have been sweating, and i've had the urge to bolt out of the house. his whole demeanor just screams intimidating.

"yes sir," i nod, still not over the fact that mr.min is yoongi's father, they're very different, not in looks but in personality.

mr.min nods as mrs.min gets up from the large table, "i better go get the food."

"oh mrs.min i'll help you with that!" i leap at the opportunity to leave the table for a few minutes.

we walk into the kitchen leaving yoongi alone with his dad and family, and as soon as we're in the kitchen, mrs.min stares at me expectantly.

i clear my throat, but mrs.min talks, "i know you and yoongi aren't really dating. and i know that my son is gay and you're only doing this so my husband doesn't flip out. i appreciate you doing so, thank you," the woman smiles a kind smile that differs from her husband.

"ah, don't thank me. thank my brother, he cares for yoongi, but he doesn't admit it," i blurt out.

"oh um, i'll take the noodles out now," i laugh nervously and grab the pot of noodles and carry them out of the kitchen.

once i was back in the dining room, i could clearly see the frown on yoongi's from where i was standing.

i sat beside yoongi, placing the noodles down as well. "yoongi babe what's wrong?" as much as i wanted to cringe, i kept a straight face as well as i could.

yoongi looks at me and raises an eyebrow, and i mumble under my breath, "don't worry i don't like it either."

"i've been texting hoseok," yoongi says as his family engages in a conversation excluding him and i. a little rude, but i'm definitely not going to say anything.

"and? why are you sad about that?" i furrow my eyebrows as one of the cousins of yoongi visibly checked me out, which i simply ignore.

"he's not replying," he pouts.

"he's probably being the nerd he is and doing homework or some shit," i shrug, not too worried about it, patting yoongi's shoulder.

"hey who are you texting?" another one of yoongi's obnoxious cousins leans over to look at yoongi's screen who leans away from his cousin, closer to me, hiding his phone.

"no one," yoongi narrows his eyes.

"then who's contact is 'baby' if your girlfriend is sitting right next to you?"

oh fucking hell.

a/n: guYS i actually tried first person r you proud? i rarely use it
also tysm to the people who read my books and have followed me!❤️