Blurred Lens

Unnerved

All of Jungkook's excitement seemingly had vanished as he pulled up to your parents drive. He looked pale in colour and continuously pressed his lips together, anxiously. He unbuckled his seatbelt and closed his eyes, trying to recall the conversation you'd had on the travel over.

'So your dad is a big football fan and your mum's into golf?' he double checked, gnawing the side of his cheek.

You suppressed a giggle and answered, 'Yes, but Jungkook please don't stress, I'm sure they'll love you.'

He scoffed lightly, clearly not convinced. Yet he got out of the car and walked with you to the front door. You checked his outfit again. He'd been so cute by dressing up specially, wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt with a blazer thrown over to make it more formal. He had his sleeves rolled up and he looked damn good.

You had no fear for that night, Jungkook was well-mannered and had similar humour to both of your parents. You were sure he'd charm them into the night and it'd be a fun dinner. 

A little part of you was anxious, however, since you'd never had a proper, formal dinner to introduce your boyfriend to the parents. You prayed it wouldn't be awkward as you extended your arm to knock on the strong, oak door.

You squeezed Jungkook's hand reassuringly, awaiting the door to open. After a couple tense seconds, the door swung open and both your parents stood in front of you, beaming.

'Jungkook! So nice to meet you!' Mam exclaimed, pouncing at him and enveloping him in a hug. You saw he was caught off-guard and was almost tipped over so you exchanged an amused look with your dad.

'Binna, let the poor guy breathe,' dad joked, drawing mam back and opening his arm to shake hands with Jungkook. Jungkook took his palm firmly and bowed, saying how he'd heard so much about both of them from me. He then revealed a bouquet of flowers he'd bought prematurely and gifted them to the pair. They smiled at the thought and accepted the tulips graciously.

You and Jungkook were led inside and directly to the dining room table, where glasses and bowls where already set up. The scent of food was sweeping out of the kitchen, which dad rushed into while explaining that dinner would be ready in two minutes. 

Mam scurried around the table, pointing her guests to your seats and lighting a candle on the mantelpiece. She was poorly containing her excitement and you could see Jungkook scanning the room, his eyes lingering on family photos from your youth. You and Jungkook sat down on the same side of the table, you unzipped your hoodie a little due to the heat of the house.

'Jungkook, this was Y/N's childhood home and -,' Mam grabbed a photo frame off the bookshelf in the corner. 'This was her the day we moved in, only 3 years old!'

You smiled looking at the photo of you standing in the drive with your arms extended and flushed cheeks. You were so small and had a brown and pink, scruffy dress thrown over your body. That day had been so thrilling, moving to a new place, packing up all your toys - you'd had a blast.

Jungkook examined the picture and laughed, 'Such a cute child.' He turned and flashed you his grin, before quickly returning to your mam's direction. 'It's a lovely house you have here ma'am - very nicely decorated.'

Mam cackled gleefully, putting the frame back in it's place. 'Thank you, love. And please - call me Binna.'

Jungkook nodded contently and began commenting on it being a beautiful name before being interrupted by dad bursting through the kitchen archway with a steaming hotpot grasped by two oven mitts. He jogged it over to the centre of the table and flourished a ladle from his pocket, placing it by the side of the metal pot.