Mark took us to the apartment. I could see my mother was happy to be there, and she had pushed aside the thoughts of the trial. I shivered a bit when I got out of the car. It was very cold, Christmas was almost there and the temperatures were plumetting down. Once everyone was out of the car, we made our way to the apartment.
As we reached the front door, I could hear some noise coming from inside, so I gave Mark a confused glance but he just shrugged. I thought to myself 'It's time to introduce Daeun and my mom to whichever GOT7 member that was inside'. When we got inside, I recognized Yugyeom's laugh. Unknowingly, I smiled.
"Guys, we're back! Tone it down, we have guests!" Mark yelled as he took off his shoes. My mother looked at me with a questioning expression, I smiled at her.
"It's his members, they're super nice." I told her and led her and Daeun to the livingroom. As I'd figured, Yugyeom was there, sitting on the couch with a huge smile over his face. Jackson and Jinyoung were also there. Once they saw my mom and my sister, they all got up and bowed while greeting them.
"Mom, Daeun, this is Jackson, my other roommate, Yugyeom and Jinyoung." I introduced them. They all greeted each other.
"I see where (Y/N) gets her good looks from." Jackson said, I wanted to slap him but I just sent a glare his way. My mother chuckled.
"(Y/N), can I talk to you for a second?" Mark came up to me and put his hand gently on my waist. I got confused but nodded and he started pulling me away from the livingroom.
"Wait." I told him, stopping him in his tracks. I looked at my mom. "I'll be back in a few minutes." I told her and, as she looked back and forth between Mark and I, she nodded with a small smile.
Mark pulled me to the kitchen where we would be alone and unbothered. I looked at him and waited for him to talk. He had my hands in his.
"Did everything go well?" He asked, rubbing circles on my skin with his thumbs. I smiled softly.
"Yes, everything went smoothly. Apart from Seulki having to be dragged out of the room when I said you guys were not together at all." I said and looked down and our hands.
"Did you tell them about us?" He asked. I looked back up at him and shook my head. I could see some fear leaving his eyes, yet there was still something I couldn't decipher.
"I just said we were close. Nothing more. But... Are you okay?" I took my hands away from his and cupped his face. He gave me a slight grin.
"I'm worried about you. I'm pretty sure you saw your father there." He said, taking my hands away from his face to bring them to his lips and place small kisses on my knuckles. I could have melted on the spot.
"I did see him. He said he was sorry." I sighed, looking down at my feet and closing my eyes for a few seconds. My mind was racing, I didn't know if my father was serious or if he was just doing it to look good in front of my mother.
"What are you going to do?" Mark asked me and I gave a shrug of my shoulders.
"I don't know. We'll see." I said, deciding to get back to my family as they had been alone with three sevenths of GOT7 and God knows how much of a handful they could be.
"(Y/N), it's been a year since you joined us and we haven't even celebrated!" Yugyeom exclaimed and jumped up from the couch. I looked around the room, Daeun and my mother had found a place to sit and Jinyoung and Jackson were standing up.
"A year already?" I breathed out, looking at him in disbelief. I had been so busy the past year that I hadn't kept that fact in mind.
"Yes, and we should celebrate it while your family is there." Jackson wrapped an arm around my shoulder and leaned a bit against me, which almost made me lose my balance.
Mark appeared and pushed Jackson to the side, taking his place by my side. Jackson looked at him with shock over his face and his hand on his chest.
"No touchy, she's mine." Mark said, making me let out a small giggle. My mother looked at us, smiling.
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That night, everyone was there. There were ten people around the table: GOT7, my mother, my sister and myself. It felt like a... family. GOT7 felt, once again, like my family. And to top it of, my real family completed the picture. And yet, it felt bittersweet. The feelings I had repressed started to slowly resurface.
"Please excuse me for a second." I said, standing up, making sure I gave a small smile as not to show my slight incomfort, and made my way to my bedroom. Little did I know, Mark had sensed something was off, and as I was walking away, he frowned a bit.
When I got to my room, I opened a drawer and took out the shoe box I had hidden in there and sat on my bed. When I opened it, I felt my eyes prickle a little bit with tears. I picked up the photo of my father and me between my shaky fingers and let out a breath.
"Baby." I heard and looked up. Mark was standing in front of me with softness in his gaze.
"You never call me baby." I let out a small chuckle to make him believe I was alright, but I could never fool him. He kneeled down in front of me and took the photograph from my hands.
"This is exactly why I was worried earlier." He sighed and took my face in his hands after putting the picture aside.
"I'm fine." I lied, obviously Mark didn't buy it and he pulled me close to him. I let out a few tears as he rocked me back and forth.
"It's alright, love. You can let it out." He sat down and then pulled me on his lap. My head found the crook of his neck, somehow the few tears that were making my eyes sting went away as I calmed down in Mark's arms.
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A/N: Damn, I apologize for the very late update but I'm actually in the middle of exams and I'll be done with that in a week. Those three weeks of exams will be the death of me. BUT I saw that this book had reached 3.5K reads and I wanted to thank each and every one of you, I could've never imagined that when I started writing it. I also turned 20 in the beginning of the month so that's pretty nice. I hope 2019 has been treating you nicely so far, love you guys and see you soon! xoxo

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