Love Is Not Over

Chapter Thirty Nine: Meet the Parents

Sarah Point of View

"Are you ready?"

I'm startled out of my thoughts when Jimin squeezes my hand.

Absolutely not.

"Yeah, of course!" I say feigning excitement, my voice squeaky and cheerful.

Apparently, I'm not a very good lier, because Jimin sees right through my act.

"Sarah, you don't need to be nervous," Jimin says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "You'll be just fine."

Jimin puts his other arm around me and pulls me into a tight hug. I sink into his arms and hug back.

"You'll be fine," he whispers. "I promise."

He pulls back and places a hand on each shoulder.

"Okay?" He asks.

Those few seconds in Jimin's arms leave me feeling safe and reassured.

"Okay," I say.

How bad can it be?

Jimin and I get off the bus hand in hand, and begin to walk down the streets in this suburban area.

"It's only a short walk, we're almost there," Jimin says, and I nod my head in response.

Before long, we're standing in front of a cute little house with a neatly kept garden in the yard. Jimin and I walk up the steps and stand before the door.

"Ready?" Jimin asks, squeezing my hand.

"Ready." I nod my head and squeeze his hand back.

Jimin reaches up and knocks on the door. Then he turns the door nob and opens the door.

Jimin says something in Korean, "Hello? Mom, I'm home!" And then he calls out in English: "Mom, I have someone for you to meet!"

For a few short moments, that actually feel quite long, the house is silent. Then, I hear what sounds like pots clanking, a loud thud, and then the patter of feet approaching, until a small woman rounds the corner and runs at Jimin, tackling him in an enormous hug. It's kind of a comical sight, seeing as she's so short she doesn't even reach Jimin's shoulders.

The woman calls out in Korean as she embraces Jimin, saying things that roughly translate to "Jimin," "my baby," and "I missed you."

Finally, Jimin pulls away from his eomma and turns to me, smiling.

He clears his throat. "Eomma, I'd like to introduce you to-"

"Sarah!" Mrs. Park exclaims, leaping from her son to me.

She engulfs me in a hug, and let me tell you, for such a small lady, she is extremely strong.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," she says with a thick Korean accent, pulling back from the hug.

"Your voice is lovely, I've been rooting for you since you did that Harry Styles cover with my son. And those pictures on the beach the two of you took together were lovely."

"You...you've heard me sing...? You keep up with those things?" I ask, shocked.

"Of course she does," a new voice says.

I look up, and a tall, lanky black haired boy leans with an arm against the doorway and a hip popped to the side.

"She's a complete fangirl. And would you believe it, her bias isn't even her own son!"

"What can I say," the woman says, clutching her heart. "Jung Hoseok just captivates me."

The boy rolls his eyes, straying from his dramatic pose in the doorway and waltzing through the room to prop an arm on Jimin's mother's shoulder. He's almost twice the size of the woman.

"Eomma, you knocked over the dishes again on your way to greet your firstborn," is the rough translation I can provide you of what the boy says to his mother.

"Sarah, this is my little brother, Jihyun," Jimin introduces me.

Wait.

This is his little brother?

Jihyun seems like he would be older....he seems to act more grown up.

"Jihyun, this is-"

"Sarah, I know." He smiles at me. "Mum hasn't shut up about you for months. It's nice to finally meet you in person."

That was....slightly rude. But okay.

"Hey Jimin," Jihyun says, moving from mother to son. "I've missed you around here....I have to do more chores when you're gone."

Mrs. Park lovingly smacks her youngest son. Jimin just laughs.

"I've missed you too," he says, pulling his brother in for a hug. "You've grown since I last saw you."

"Don't pretend I didn't tower over you last time we met," Jihyun laughs at his brother.

"Hey," says Jimin, pushing away from the hug he was previously in. "Don't get all cocky on me. I could still beat your arse."

Jihyun rolls his eyes. "Yeah right, maybe in a dance battle."

"At least I can dance, Mr. Two-Left-Feet," Jimin teases.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you mean Mr. Two-Feet-Taller-Than-You?" Jihyun retorts.

"Oh, you're asking for it now!"

Jimin lunges at his brother, grabbing him at the waist and initiating some sort of wrestling match.

"Jihyun, don't hurt your brother's face!" Mrs. Park jokes. "He needs it to pay for his future! And help me finish cooking when your done."

Jimin's mother turns to me.

"I'll take you to Jimin's room. You can wait there until dinner."

Mrs. Park doesn't miss a second as she turns down the hallway and leads me to Jimin's room.

"Right here," Mrs. Park says, opening a door. "We haven't changed his room since he left. I'll send Jihyun in for you two when dinner is done."

With that, Mrs. Park walks away, and I step into the room.

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[edit: wow, why'd I make Jihyun a sassy guy?]