The slight whimpering sound that Suga had thought to be Mallory woke him that night. He peeled his eyes opened and looked down at her. She’d fallen asleep against his chest, and he was turned towards her, on his side. He couldn’t see her face all too well, but the lack of tears on his shirt, and the almost nonexistent rising and falling of her chest did in fact signal she was asleep. Surprised, Suga sat up a little, looking towards the end of the bed to find… Mallory?

No. It wasn’t Mallory. This woman was much older than Mallory, but at first glance, they looked almost exactly like the same person. This woman had to be in her mid forties, early fifties. She was dressed very fashionably, in a thick cardigan with dark gold patterns on a black background. She wore a black tank top underneath, and a black scarf with gold fringes. From what Suga could see, she was wearing light jeans, and her hands were still covered by black leather gloves. Her face was so similar to Mallory’s, it was almost unbelievable. They’d different noses, but the same face shape, and the same high cheeks. The only extremely notable difference was that this woman had brilliant blue eyes, on both eyes. Mallory had one that was hazel. Behind her stood an incredibly tall man, also in his early fifties or late forties. He’d one hand on the crying woman’s shoulders, and his glare fixed on Suga. He, too, was dressed as if he’d just come in from outside, still dawning a scally cap and a very thick looking scarf with gloves and a pea coat.

Suga cleared his throat and sat up. “You must be Mallory’s parents.” He whispered, not wanting to wake Mallory.

“And just who the hell are you?” The man, presumably Mallory’s father, boomed. Mallory jolted against Suga, letting out a surprised squeak and looking up at him with tired, half opened eyes. He bit his lip and looked back towards her parents, unsure of what to say. “We come here to see our sick daughter, and she’s all wrapped up with some… some… child.” He said, shaking his head.

Suga lay Mallory against the bed and unraveled his arms from around her before sliding off the bed and walking around towards the end. He bowed politely to her parents, even after her father’s rude remark, and offered a hand. “I’m Min Yoongi. I’m a friend of your daughters.”

“I’ve never heard of a Min.”

“A Yoongi, sir.” Suga corrected.

Mallory’s mother wiped under her eyes and offered a, surprisingly, sincere smile. “Forgive my husband. He’s a little tired from our trip.” She reached for Suga’s hand. “It’s so nice to meet a friend of Mallory’s. Im her mother, Jane LeBlanc.” She shook Suga’s hand lightly and then turned to her husband. “This is her father, Pierre. Have you been with our daughter this whole time?” She asked.

Suga nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I guess she tried to call me when the crash happened, so I’ve been the only person with clearance to stay with her at all hours.” He laughed a little before saying “She hasn’t really wanted me to leave.”

Her mother laughed lightly as well. “Well, I can see why. You’re a handsome boy, Yoongi. I assume you’re her boyfriend then, yes?”

He bit the inside of his lip. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then what would you say?” Pierre boomed again. “That she’s just your toy? You’re sleeping with my daughter, and can’t call yourself her boyfriend?”

Suga was surprised by this. He’d been amazed by the fact that they could speak the language in the first place, since they were French, and from what Mallory had shared, they didn’t care for Korea, but they did have Korean friends, so he shouldn’t have been all too surprised. He was more surprised by the fact that her father was so forward. “No, sir, your daughter and I are most definitely not sleeping together.”

“Maybe not in every sense of the word, but I came in here to find her cradled against you, boy, so I’d consider that sleeping together-”

“Daddy?” Mallory wheezed, and her father shot into action.

He tore around the side of the bed, throwing off his hat and scarf before kneeling beside her and offering a heartbreaking smile, tears b his eyes as he placed a hand on her cheek. “Mon pauvre bébé. Je vais tuer celui qui a fait cela pour vous!” He said, kissing her cheek.

Mallory looked to her mother, and offered a smile. “Bonjour mère.”

Her mother let out a whimpering sigh. “Bonjour mon cher.”

“So she didn’t really say much?” Cho Hee asked, her legs folded against the table as she slouched in her chair and took a long sip of her coffee.

Zhen shook her head, propping her chin in her hand as she stirred her hot chocolate. “She couldn’t really. She has a punctured lung, and a whole bunch of broken and fractured ribs. Suga said that they fixed everything they could and it’s just a waiting game now, but I’m a little unsure.”

Cho Hee hummed and moved to place her coffee on the table. “I can have Dae Hyun check her out, and tell us if everything has been done that can be done.” She grinned. “The perks of having a doctor for a-”

“Father?” Zhen asked, nodding. “It’s come in handy,” She smiled before lifting her cup to her lips. “Mmm, your hot chocolate is so good.”

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