Smoke Me.

Chapter 37: Seven of Swords

"Good morning." Namjoon sang at my sleepy mom, sounding all cheery and glad to see her.

"Morning," I said too, like a dark cloud. Already half-drunk at 8 AM.

"You two woke up early." Dad's observation had me frowning harder. Sipping to keep the mouth busy.

"Honey, can you turn up the heater? It's a bit cold."

Jung's T-shirt hung loosely around her tiny frame. The messy long brown hair only made her face look smaller and her eyes bigger.

Her husband turned with a kind face towards her, saying:

"That's because you just hopped out of bed. If I turn it up, you'll tell me to turn it back down the second you will have finished your coffee."

Mom grinned at him like a child. Mainly because she knew that he was right. And then spotted me drinking in the corner of her vision.

"Jungkook, what are you having?"
"...milk..." I mumbled.

She came closer and the small eyebrows arched.
"That looks more like eggnog dear."
"Really? Well, I couldn't tell..." I feigned being surprised, joking, and mocking at the same time. And then took a big gulp right after in case she did take it away.
"How could you not tell? There's alcohol in it."
And just when she was reaching towards it, the intercom started ringing.

And she was gone. Jung's winter stockings were helping her slide on the floor, more so than run.

"Coffee?" Namjoon asked my father, who turned into a stone statue the second Jung's voice come through the little white device by the front door.

"Would be nice." That was his aloof reply.

And then mom came running back since the kitchen, living room, and hallway's lack of walls allowed her to go through all of them in record time, only to stop with the help of her husband's body as if he was the wall that she desperately needed.

"Jung's here. And his girlfriend too," She informed him and us in a hurry while fixing her hair and clothes. But then the size of her son's clothes and the lack of a bra had her saying:

"Honey, go change."

He looked down at his clothes and frowned.
"Why? It's eight in the morning..."
"She can't see us like this. No...I'll go change first."
"How about we all go change?" He suggested, defeated and she watched her husband and Namjoon martch towards Jung's closet and then spotted the only one left in the kitchen," Jungkook?"
"Not moving." I deadpanned.

They all most likely assumed that I might still be upset about yesterday.

But the buzz I was trying to get had nothing to do with my brother's inevitable child and more to do with the man who was making coffee and eggs for my family like the perfect undercover son-in-law.

A plate with two sandwiches made it in front of me before the most normal couple of the family made it to the door at which Jung's been knocking for at least five minutes.

"For me?"
"Yes."
I was about to tell him that I wasn't hungry, but then Namjoon had to add: "Strawberry jam and butter."
Which had me taking a bite straight away.

'Why is he the one acting all whipped when I'm the one crying and begging to...!'

"Good morning! Merry Christmas! Hello..."
'Mom's just telling them all the greetings she can think of at this point.'

I observed the four of them, holding my head up in a fist, elbow on the counter. Feeling bored.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Jeon."
They were hugging right in the hallway. And Jung was observing them for a moment too before looking up at my sour face.