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You rolled your eyes as your mom went on and on about the merits of her latest pick, having tuned her out a while back. She continued undeterred “…. And he is just the kind of guy you were looking for. All I need you to do is go see him. Now he is the shy type so I arranged a meet cute for you guy…”
Your mom never used words like meet-cute so you actually looked at her this time with amusement. But she carried on with her monologue from her spot by the stove “…. Just take the kimchi box over to their house and you can get to meet and talk to the guy. I’m sure all you need is one look and you’ll come running to me to say yes.” She paused to take a breath and looked at you busy on your phone. “Yah. Did you even hear what I said?”
“Yes mom – I’ll be your kimchi delivery girl while I am here for the weekend…but don’t get your hopes high ok?” With that you get off your perch on the kitchen counter and walked out to respond to a work email. At the age of 28, as a division head in one of SK’s finest companies and the model of success to your colleagues, Y/N had enough to deal with at work without romantic and household complications in your life. So, while you were the epitome of disappointment to your mom, you couldn’t apologize for placing a higher importance on your career over catching the right guy.
You sat in the unfamiliar living room while the kind pretty lady who invited you in rummaged through the kitchen for cups and plates. You tried hard not to look at the cheesy excuse that brought you here - the box of kimchi sitting on the table. You see your mom was nothing if not persistent so here you were at her latest choice’s house, cringing at the cliché. You get up and walk over to the photo wall – filled with pictures of two young boys and the parents, one with a gummy smile. You automatically smiled looking at the picture and turned around to see the much older version of the boy standing in the living room staring at you curiously.
“Wait you are –“ He cuts you off raising his hand and says, “ Yes, I’m Min Yoongi, of BTS – up and coming idol blah blah yada yada. But who the hell are you and how did you get past the security?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer and walks towards the door to hail said security.
“Yoongi-ah I invited her. She is Y/N, the friend’s daughter I wanted you to meet.” She gave her son an expectant smile to which he rolled his eyes and fully turned to you. She put the tray of tea on the table and stepped away saying “Why don’t you kids talk some more over tea?”
After his mom left, Yoongi and you settled on separate couches with an awkward silence hanging between you two. “Sooooo…..” you said. To which he responded “Listen Y/N. I am pretty sure you are a fantastic person with crazy accomplishments etc etc. But the fact is you are not the kind of girl I want to marry. No offense. I don’t think she actually exists. So sorry for your trouble – “
It was your turn to cut him off this time, as you raised your palm indicating to stop. “Hey chill out. I am not interested in this match either. So that’s settled! Well, it was nice to meet you Min Yoongi …wow never thought I’d be set up on a blind date with an idol ever” you chuckle. To which he laughs too having relaxed a bit upon hearing your response. You look up at the deep sound of his laugh and find yourself staring straight into his eyes. Your smiles fade slowly as you both continue to stare, only breaking eye contact when your phone buzzes on the table with a work email. Grabbing your phone off the table you say, “It was indeed nice meeting you Yoongi ssi. And it was fun while it lasted. Bye” With that you walk towards the door without looking back, chiding yourself for letting the momentary chemistry get to you. What you did not see was his deep sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair while staring at your retreating back.
It has been almost 24 hours since you met the Min Yoongi but for some reason his deep laughter and that extra long eye lock kept haunting you every time you closed your eyes - making it difficult to sleep. And it didn’t help that every time you almost lost yourself in your work your mom would pop in to ask you how your meeting with Yoongi was. After the third time you sighed and said “MOOOOOOM… fine he was ok but – “, and the doorbell rang. Saved by the bell you thought and ran to open the door. Standing there was Yoongi holding your kimchi box (filled with something else) looking painfully awkward. The loud “Ha!” escaped your mouth before you could clap a hand on it as you stared wide-eyed at the cause of your slightly sleepless night.