Namjoon was not happy to do what he was doing. It's not like he despises his family, he feels sad looking at his brother who is the love of the woman that he loves. It was neither fault, it was the woman who made him the person he was with his family. He avoids family gatherings as much as possible but this Hoseok was breathing down his back all the time. And now he had no choice but to visit his family.

Hoseok parks the car in the garage of Kim's mansion and Namjoon gets down looking casual and relieved in a pair of sweats and a hoodie along with sneakers. He was holding a bouquet of baby pink roses and tulips, something his mother is fond of. He knew his mother would eat his ear off for skipping all the family dinners and he had to do something to coax her. He asked what Hoseok has planned since he wouldn't get it any less just because he is Joon's secretary.

Hoseok did not spill the beans which led Namjoon to rake his brain and finally fix on getting his mother's favorite flowers. He takes a heavy breath before ringing the doorbell and soon enough the butler of the residence opens the door and crinkles his wrinkled face into a small smile, "Welcome home Master Kim, Sir Jung" the older man bows before leading the two men inside. "Hi ahjussi", Hoseok greets him back with a wide smile. The butler was non-Asian and was from Europe. Mrs.Kim was so pleased with the honorifics the man uses, that she convinced her husband to take him back to their home as a butler from their trip to London.

Namjoon was nonchalant just as usual. He steps inside the living room to see his mother gushing with someone on the phone smiling wide. She never smiled that way in years unless she was with her husband and her kids. What or who made the older woman smile this wide other than his family? It wasn't the usual friends of hers with whom she shares the regular gossip. It was someone else because his mother never smiles genuinely with her fake friends of hers who are with her for fame and benefits.

Namjoon gulps thickly before striding to his mother whose back was facing him but she was talking to someone on call while giggling. He furrowed his brows and peeked over his mother's shoulder to see it was a lady. A new face he never saw, she was giggling along while sharing something about her new neighbors and some blind date. His mother did not notice him yet and Namjoon had no plans of disturbing his mother who seemed happy.

But the lady from the mobile seems to have noticed the new presence behind the old lady Kim and furrowed her brows at the tall handsome male who looked intimidating with his brows knitted into a frown and his eyes glaring at the screen in deep thought. "Auntie, you have guests" the lady utters breaking the man out of his trance. "Huh?" The clueless woman turns around to find her buff son and flinches at how close he was standing with that intimidating face of his. "Yah! do you want to scare me to death? you idiot!" she scolds her son while slapping his buff chest while he smiles at her lovingly.

"Eomma, I missed you" he hugs his mother and the lady calms down. She wanted to hug back but then she remembered how he ditched the dinner when Y/N was over to their place and she shrugs him off before walking away with a scoff. The woman who was still on call looked around awkwardly before hanging the call not wanting to meddle in their family matter which is out of her business. Mrs.Kim checks her mobile to see that her precious daughter-like Y/N has hung up the call and it was all the buff son's fault who was looking at her with a cold glare. (Such a bipolar)

"What are you doing here? I thought you were busy" the mother asks taking her seat on the huge couch where a maid passes her some evening tea. "I was. But now I am not" he responds bringing the bouquet forward and passing it to her, the petty mother side eyes the flowers before snatching them from him. "You sure know how to coax a woman", she says before raising from her seat as she moves to arrange the beautiful flowers in her room with him following right behind.

"Eommoni I got you these" Hoseok pipes in passing her an expensive-looking bag that Namjoon assumed to be one of the clothing brands his mother is fond of. Namjoon cursed himself for not remembering it earlier, his mother had a habit of collecting scarves and it was never enough no matter how many she had.
"Omo, isn't this the limited edition Louis Vuitton scarf that was out a few days ago? I tried getting it but it was sold out. How did you get this?" she asks the man who was smiling wide while teasing the other male who rolls his eyes at him. I requested my sister to get one for you when she got them yesterday" he answers and she coos thanking the male multiple times while she tries it on in different ways. But all of a sudden her cheerful expression turns gloomy and that alerts the males who frowned at the older.

"What's wrong eommoni? Don't you like it?" Hoseok asks as the woman was staring at the scarf clutched in her hands. "Ani Hoba. I am just...I feel guilty and sad?" she says, and that piques Namjoon's interest. "What made you guilty eomma?" he asks wondering what made his mother go all dim. She heaves a sigh and takes her seat on the bed and looks at them, "You remember Tae's friend who visited us a few nights ago for dinner which you ditched" she asks mocking her son who looks away scratching his neck. "What about that eommoni?" Hoseok asks successfully turning her attention from the, not at all guilty man. "Well you see, She was such a sweet little angel. She was kind, humorous, smart and I wish I had a daughter like her" she says dreamily and Namjoon couldn't stop the comment, "And is that why you feel guilty" he says and she glares at him shutting him up.

"No, She was kind and thoughtful enough to get gifts for everyone according to our liking. She got me a beautiful Hermes scarf and I loved it so much so I wore it all evening. She also got your father a comfortable cardigan and Jin liked his overcoat too, but we don't know what's yours. She handed it to Jin and asked him to pass it to you but you were way too busy to come home and see your family." she says and he sighs shaking his head at his petty mother. "Alas, that evening right when we were about to have dinner, Nam JiHoon dropped by. She not only spilled hot soup on your father's new cardigan gifted by Tae's friend, she even dared to wipe off the soup with the scarf that I left on the table. And she dared to say that she thought the branded scarf was a dirty rag. Doesn't she calls herself the fashionista then how come she doesn't know the difference between a rag and a branded scarf?"

Mrs.Kim scoffs after the explanation which leads Hoseok to roll his eyes and Namjoon to furrow his brows. "And on top of that, when Tae was going to drop them at home she made a scene telling she came home by uber and she would go by uber. Y/N was so kind, it was her first time at our place and she did not even have minimum decency on how to treat a guest" Mrs.Kim adds huffing out all the anger she had towards the certain lady who for the first time managed to hit Mrs.Kim's nerve. Hoseok wasn't new to this, he knew she was pretentious from the start but Namjoon was thinking hard. Why would she tell them that she got by uber when he dropped her off? 'Maybe she thought Tae would misunderstand that's why she lied' he thought to himself not able to bear any accusations toward the girl he loved.

"Let's not ruin our moods by talking of her eommoni, you were saying something about Tae's friend. Is she pretty?" Hoseok asks changing the topic, knowing well that Namjoon might burst out if the matter prolongs any longer. "Yahh! don't you dare try to look for her? I think she likes Tae and I also think Tae likes her. And since they looked so cute together I'm happy to see them together" the mother squeals and Namjoon perks at her words, Hoseok widens his eyes and turns to look at Namjoon who had a hard glare. "What do you mean by that eomma, how can Tae be with anyone, He wouldn't date anyone, didn't he say she was his best friend?" Namjoon asks and she turns to him with a sigh.

"That's what they both think, but they both looked so cute together. I want her as my daughter-in-law" the mother states dreamily Namjoon was about to butt in again but Hoseok was quick to get in between. "Eommoni, she must be really good to get such compliments from you. Please show me her pic, I promise I won't woo her" he says while crossing his right palm over his chest. "Unfortunately no. I couldn't click any pictures but Tae might have some. I need to squeeze some of their pics just like I did with her number" the older states while nodding at her words. "You...what?" Hoseok asks in bewilderment while Namjoon was lost in thoughts, thinking who is the woman who made his mother swoon to the point she wants that woman as her daughter-in-law.