It's 8:00 AM, and you're trying to snuggle deeper into your bed for a bit more sleep. But it seems no one wants to let you rest peacefully. Out of nowhere, sprinkles of cold water make contact with your skin, jolting you awake. You glare at the culprit.

"What the...?!" you shout at Jackson, who's standing there smiling sheepishly.

"Today's the final documentation of Mrs. Han's case, Nini. Wake up already!" he says.

Suddenly, the realization hits you. "Shit, shit, it's already 8:00 AM, right?" you confirm in panic, while Jackson casually flops onto your bed to sleep some more.

"Yeah, go get ready fast," he replies, eyes closed, clearly just as groggy, as if he'd come straight from his house to yours after barely waking up himself.

"Yah, you're sleeping now?" you yell, but Jackson just waves you off, motioning for you to get to the bathroom while he buries his face into your bed, settling in for a nap.

After some time, you were trying your best to wake the man in your bed.

"Yah, you lazy bum! Get up and take a shower—you're obviously coming with me," you shook him vigorously, trying to wake him up. By now, Jackson had made himself comfortable, fully asleep on your bed.

He groaned, slapping the back of your hand in protest, but eventually dragged himself up, grumbling about needing to take a bath.

Once he was done, already prepared with his clothes from earlier, he joined you, now fully awake.

"Breakfast~~," he sang, dragging you along with him, as if the world depended on it.

By some miracle, you actually made it to breakfast on time today. Your father and brother usually left for the office around 10:15 AM, so you were glad to catch them before they left.

"Good morning," you and Jackson greeted in unison, sharing a small laugh when no one responded except for your dad.

"Ah, my favorite duo," he smiled warmly, gesturing for you both to sit.

The maids served breakfast, and soon everyone settled into eating.

"Yes, Mom! We won the case," you said cheerfully, Jackson nodding beside you with a smile.

But your excitement quickly faded when your mother gave you a cold, dismissive look, and your brother didn't even glance up from his plate.

"So what...?" your mother said icily. "Ask her how much she charged that client for just one hearing."

"Mom, that woman's been abused for five years. She barely had enough money to feed her son! You really think I'd take a fee from her?" you replied, anger rising in your voice.

Your brother, silent until now, spoke up with a stern tone. "Apologize this instant, Min Y/N."

You stared at him in disbelief. "Wow... just wow." With that, you stood up, Jackson following you as you left the table in frustration.

"I can't deal with this..." 

"We're done," you said firmly, walking out with Jackson by your side.

"Y/N, COME BACK THIS INSTANT!" Your mother shouted after you.

"NO, MOTHER! ENJOY YOUR BREAKFAST WITH YOUR SON!" you yelled back, fighting to keep the tears from falling. Jackson glanced at you, seeing the pain in your eyes.

"You shouldn't have said that, Sunmi," your father's voice came, filled with disappointment.

"We invested millions in her education, only for her to take on public service cases?!" your mother snapped, clearly frustrated.

"Are we suddenly short on money, Sunmi?" Your father countered, his tone calm but pointed.

"No... I just want her to build her career so she can be stable in life," she explained, her frustration softening.

"I understand, Sunmi, but the way you're going about it isn't right... please, try to see that," her husband replied gently, patting her cheek before walking out of the room.

"Mother..." Yoongi stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her in comfort.

"Why don't they understand, Yoongi? If your sister keeps doing this public service work, one day she won't have enough money to survive."

"I know, Mom... but she'll figure it out," he reassured her softly.

"I hope so," she whispered

Everyone has their own way of teaching, but that doesn't mean lessons should always be enforced strictly. This is often the root of the tension between parents and children. A young child can't understand why their mother is scolding them, which is why they often feel it's unnecessary. They don't yet grasp the lesson hidden behind those scoldings. But it's not entirely the child's fault—what can we expect from a 3-year-old?

This... this is the essence of 'Asian' parenting. parents feel that the only way to teach things to children is by scoldings and if by any chance they see someone being soft on their kids, those parents are abomination to Asian society.

"My cutie pie, may I have the honor of escorting you to breakfast?" Jackson asked dramatically, bowing and offering his hand.

"Sure, peasant, lead the way," you replied with a smile, feeling your mood lighten.

Jackson always had a way of cheering you up.

I shouldn't have expected appreciation from my mother and brother, you thought quietly.

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TBC

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[EDITED ✔]

30.06.22