“This or this?" I asked exhibiting my outfits to mom.

“Umm this skirt and blacktop," my mom said looking at the outfits, observing them with her Fashion Expert Gaze.

I trust her with fashion, she was the CEO of a fashion designing company after all.

“Okay! I am so excited for tomorrow," I said jumping up and down.

“I can see that. But do me a favor and sleep okay?" She said rubbing her eyes.

“Okay! Night mom!" I kiss her cheek and she wiped her cheek rolling her eyes.

I run out of her room and try to sleep.
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“You look like like like like I, zombie," my mom sang in high pitched voice.

I groan rubbing my face.

“That's why I told you to sleep," she said giving me spoons which she kept in the freezer overnight.

I set them on my eyes.

“I was trying but all I could think was BTS," I told her, listening to the crumbling sound, as she munches on the French toast.

I heard her sigh.

“What's so special about them?" She asked.

“Their existence," I replied as a matter of factly.

“Okay now listen. I am going to the store. BE SAFE and KEEP PEOPLE AROUND YOU SAFE! I am going to be worried the whole day today," she told me, worry lacing her voice.

“Awwww you worried about me omma," I grinned.

“Sweetheart I am more worried about people around you," she chuckled.

I hate her and love her. That's why she is my best friend. It's great when your mom is your bestie.

“But be safe ok, keep your damn phone on," she told me with a serious look.

“Yeah omma," I nodded my head.

“I am leaving bye," she picked her coat and her purse. I hear the door close with a soft thud.

After a while, I start to get dress.

Gotta look special today

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Soohee (Y/N's mother)

When I reach the store, I check the list of goods. Thankfully the stock is full. I can't help but keep glancing at my phone. I keep worrying about her. Though she is an adult, she is a little different. She too mature for her age. After divorcing, I was devasted. Y/N pull me together. She started fixing me, even though she was broken herself.

She still is.

And I can't help her.

She loved her dad.

Even I did.

But if holding on cause too much pain, sometimes you have to let go.

We both got through that painful phase and finally started over. I wish, opening this store is not a bad decision.

I was humming a song while checking the accounts then someone softly taps on the counter grabbing my attention.

I lift my head to look at the person and my eyes met the stunning pair of honey eyes.

Why didn't I hear the bell?

“Hello welcome to crystal," I said smiling brightly.

“Hello, actually I want that, but I can't find it," he said, his cheeks turn red.

I narrow my eyes and look at him up and down. He seems like around 35. But man, he is drop-dead gorgeous. He is dressed in a black suit with a blue tie He was a male model and he was adorned by the fairer sex for his ebony silk hair, which was styled perfectly. His creasing of the moon eyebrows was thick. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbone cared down his flinty jaw. He had a manly physique and a tall frame. His scarily vivid eyes were orb around, replenished with shyness, and darted constantly, avoiding any contact with mine.

“Sir, can you elaborate ‘that’?" I asked when I was shamelessly done checking him out.

“Umm that is......that," he said looking confused by himself.

I guess he wants a condom.

He can just say it.

“Oh okay, which brand and flavor are you looking for?" I asked him, trying not to make him more embarrassed.

I mean why feel embarrassed, everyone does it. It's not that we are born through photosynthesis.

“You have flavors in that?" He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah?" I don't know why I feel confused.

“Well I don't know much about it, can you help me find the best one," he said sheepishly scratching his head.

What? Are you dumb?

I wanted to say that aloud, but I reminded myself that he is a customer.

“Sure," I said and motion him to follow me.

I walk around the shelves and stop near the condoms rack.

“All are best, you can choose one," I said and look at him.

He coughs vigorously and I panic.

“Sir are you okay?" I asked looking for a bottle of water.

He shook his head and gestures me to give him a movement. I let him compose himself.

He flushed red.

“I-I w- was not talking about that," he mumbled.

Oh.

“I was talking about sanitary pads," he said quietly.

Wow. I embarrassed myself.

Now I get where Y/N gets that talent from.

“I am extremely sorry! I just thought! I am sorry sir," I hastily apologized.

“Oh, it's fine! It's my fault anyway! I should have said it precisely," he assured me with a smile.

That's a cute smile.

“Well then let me help.  you pick one," I said and we walk over the sanitary napkins shelves.

“This might be okay for you wife," I said picking one.

“I don't have a wife, it's for my daughter. It's her first time so I just panic a little sorry about earlier," he said politely.

“It's alright sir," I smile at him and pick another one.

“You are just buying this?" I asked

“Should I buy something else?" He asked.

Why men are so slow?

“Yes, you should buy a hot water bag in case you don't have it at home, chocolates and lots of snacks that your daughter likes," I told him.

He nods and started to shop. I walk over to the counter to attend to other customers.

I am thinking to hire staff, but I don't want to.

I want only my daughter and me to take care of this store. But I guess we will have to hire the staff since there are many customers around her.

After a while, he came with a peak of snacks. I offered him a polite smile and start to calculate his goods. He also ordered a macchiato. I made his drink, while he stood doing nothing but watching me intensely as if was conducting some mindblowing experiment.

“You seem to know a lot about this," he commented looking at me.

“Of course I am a woman and I also have a daughter so..," I shrugged.

“You have a daughter?!" His eyes widened and look at me in disbelieve.

I laugh.

“Yes."

“How you seem so young, you can fool someone by your looks," he tilted his head looking at me closely, making my cheeks rosy.

“I know right! Imma beautiful," well where is the lie.

He chuckled

“You sure are Miss...?" He raised his brows.

He is very handsome, to be honest.

“Miss Han Soohee," I replied packing his stuff on the counter along with his drink.

“Thanks. I am Park Hye Jin," he smiled taking the bag from me.

(Let's just think he is not a hot south Korea's actor here)

“Please visit again," I bow professionally.

“I plan to do so," he walked away with a wink.

What!

I look at his retreating figure and find myself blushing.

Yah! You are the mother of a teenager for god sake.

That doesn't mean I can't please my eyes
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Y/N

I am not a fan of flashy clothes. I look forward to my comfort.

I wore some rings. I have a huge obsession with rings. I let my hair fall, cascading over my back, and put on make-up. I put on my mate's nude lipstick and mascara. I complete my makeup with a highlighter on my cheeks. I was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and denim skirt.

Wearing my white shoes, I walked out of the house. 

“Hey, I will pick you in 5 minutes!" I told my best friend on call.

“Yeah, I am ready," she hung up.

I drive to her house and pick her up.

“You are looking beautiful, you should be looking hot!" She said looking at me up and down.

“You look hot so it's fine," I said. Her lips are tinted with gloss and her black tight dress shows her curves, making her look a bit more mature.

“I will get to see Tae," her eyes gleam with excitement.

She is crazy about Tae.

There was a time when we use to be friends. He was my brother's friend and so was ours.

But unfortunately, my life took a swift turn back then, so I transferred to my school and our family moved to Busan.

“Will he recognize us?" Emma asked, looking at his pic.

She has been in love with him since she was a child. And still is.

“He might not. We changed a lot Emm if he didn't recognize us don't be upset okay?" I told her.

She merely nods.

I start to drive as we continuously talk about them and just them.

We finally reach our destination. I park the car and walk inside the huge mall, where the fan sign was gonna take place.

The place was too crowded and noisy. I hate crowds and noise but it's for BTS and it's not just any crowd it's Army so I love it.

“You are good right?" Emma asked me, clutching my hand tightly.

I nod.

“If you feel dizzy we will forget about them and fansign, and walk out," she told me.

That's why I love her.

“I am fine sweetie," I nudged her shoulder.

I am finally here!
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(Drooling over him section)