CHAPTER 11

The Call & The Surprise

The afternoon sun poured through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow across the living room. Y/N and Jungkook were curled up together on the couch, a blanket draped over their legs, half-watching the drama playing on the TV. Every now and then, Jungkook would make little comments about the characters, and Y/N would laugh, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth to shut him up.

It was peaceful—until her phone began to ring. The cheerful ringtone cut through the moment, making Jungkook raise an eyebrow.

Glancing at the screen, Y/N’s lips curled into a small smile. “It’s Mom,” she murmured, swiping to answer.

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[Call with Mom]

Y/N: “Hey Mom, what happened?”

Mom: “Nothing, darling. How are you?”

Y/N: “I’m good… what about you, Mom?”

Mom: “Fine. I called you to say that tomorrow we will be coming.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. She sat up straighter. “What, Mom?! Really?!”

Mom: chuckling softly “Yes, sweetie. And there’s a surprise for you.”

Y/N leaned forward, gripping the phone tighter. “What surprise, Mom?”

Mom: “You’ll know tomorrow.”

Y/N let out an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, fine.”

Mom: “Bye, sweetheart. Take care of yourself.”

Y/N: “Bye, Mom.”

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As the call ended, Jungkook looked over at her. “Was that your mom?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said, still trying to process the news.

“What did she say?”

“She’s coming tomorrow… and apparently, there’s a surprise for me.”

“Ohh,” Jungkook grinned mischievously. “So… do you want to go home now?”

Y/N pouted. “I want to stay, but since she’s coming tomorrow, I should probably go and get the house ready.”

Jungkook sighed dramatically. “Ahh… okay. I’m gonna miss you.”

“Me too,” Y/N whispered, smiling softly.

He leaned back, looking a little sulky. “Hmm.”

“I need to go,” Y/N said, standing up and gathering her things.

“Umm, okay… bye,” he mumbled.

“Bye, Kookie.”

Just as she reached the door, Jungkook called out, “Don’t forget to buy my banana milk!”

Y/N laughed. “Yeah, Kookie, I won’t forget.”

“Okay,” he replied, giving her that boyish grin she could never resist.

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Time skip — Y/N’s House

By the time Y/N got home, the sky was beginning to turn pink. She tossed her bag onto the couch and rolled up her sleeves. If Mom was coming tomorrow, the place had to look perfect. She began cleaning—dusting shelves, rearranging cushions, even mopping the floors.

Halfway through wiping the kitchen counter, her phone buzzed again.

Mom.

Frowning, she answered. “Hey, Mom. Now what happened?”

Mom: “Darling… don’t go to university tomorrow.”

Y/N froze, cloth in hand. “But why, Mom?”

Mom: “Please, Y/N… try to understand.”

She hesitated, sensing something unusual in her mother’s voice. “Okay… fine. Anything else?”

Mom: “Nothing. Bye, I have work to do.”

And just like that, the call ended.

Y/N stood there, staring at her phone. Something about the way her mom spoke made her uneasy.First, a sudden visit. Now, telling her not to go to university?

What was going on?