𝐌𝐫. 𝐊𝐢𝐦

04

"Are you sure you're alright, dear? I can just have someone bring dinner up to the guest room," The woman asks for the nth time as she sits across the dinner table beside her husband.

Namjoon, who settles on the chair next to you, can't seem to ease his nerves about the accident, but you've managed to convince him to let you join dinner with his family to show respect. It's humiliating enough that they had to postpone their family get-together over lunch just because of your little accident. The least you could do was show up for dinner instead of laying around like a sick patient inside their guest bed.

"Mom... this is the fifth time you've asked her," Namjoon sighs next to you, grabbing what seems like your favorite dish to put on your plate. "Let her breathe."

You accept the dish full of Bossam and mumble a 'thank you' to Namjoon before turning your attention back to the kind woman. "It's alright. I feel perfectly okay now, Mrs. Kim. Thank you for your concern." You flash her a smile before shifting your attention to the man beside you, seeing Namjoon struggle to cut the piece of meat on his plate.

"I hope you enjoy the meal I personally prepared,
Y/N. I remember you liked it the last time you came to visit, so I decided to cook it again." Her eyes practically light up when she sees your wide grin.

You gently drop your utensils and take the cutlery from Namjoon's hand to do it for him. "You didn't have to do all this for me, Mrs. Kim. You know I'd still eat anything you cook."

Gosh, Mrs. Kim was one to be envied with her flawless skin at the age of 50, this woman lacked pores and wrinkles. You probably looked haggard and stressed out just by the wrinkles under your eyes. Namjoon's mother is stunning, and it runs in their family, you're not surprised.

"Nonsense," she feels giddy hearing your compliments and she wouldn't mind hearing more of it in the future. "Of course, I had to prepare something. You rarely visit us now, thanks to my lovely son," there is a hint of playfulness in her tone as she cast Namjoon a glare across the table. "I'm glad you finally set aside some of your time to see us." Mrs. Kim continues to talk in the background as you hum and nod your head.

Her motherly concern for Namjoon warms your heart, reminding you to call your parents once you get the chance. You're just not ready to tell them about your decision yet, and you hope your sister hasn't blurted it out without your knowledge.

"Mom, you know how busy my schedules get..." Namjoon mutters, leaving out the part where you told him you want to resign from the Company. And you're thankful that he doesn't mention it to his parents, because by the looks of it, they would not be happy with the news.

Scooting your chair a bit closer to reach Namjoon's plate, he hesitates for a second before dropping his hands to his lap, giving you some space to slice the Steak into small-bite pieces. Namjoon gulps when he feels your knees touching, your legs between his own. You don't even realize it when you look back at him already staring at you.