The Bet | Jungkook

Mᴇᴇᴛ Tʜᴇ Jᴇᴏɴs

Yuna's P.O.V
"Your parents?!" I panic.

"Relax, I am pretty sure it's one of those visits to see if I'm on the right track." He tells me, placing his hands on my shoulder.

"I'm nowhere near prepared." I tell him, and he chuckles.

"Baby relax, my parents aren't that special." He says, casually but I mentally scream.

Sure I've heard about Jungkook's past before. His parents never really believed in him and always wanted him to be something he wasn't. They didn't think he'd ever be capable, but Jungkook came to college to prove his parents wrong that he was capable. And now these same people who hold their son to such expectations was coming to visit and would meet little old me.

The woman who doesn't know what she's quite doing with her life yet. The woman who is now on the wilder side of life now. I run my fingers through my curls as I walked into Jungkook's bedroom.

"Should I become the old me for them?" I question, as he follows behind me.

"It's just after the incident with my mom—.."

"I want you to be yourself, not for them or for me...but for you." He answers, and I turn around I take a deep breath.

"But—.."

"Baby relax." He soothes, and I smile.

"You're right... I just want them to accept me." I admit, and he rubs my shoulder and kisses my forehead.

"I know." He says, softly.

My eyes widened as I heard the doorbell ring, I instantly push Jungkook away running towards the door. I took a deep breath and brushed my dress gently before opening the door slowly.

"Hey, welcome in!" I say, eagerly.

There they were, they stood tall and proud. His father wore black dress pants and a white collared shirt under his matching black jacket. His mother wore a classy black dress that matched her husband's attire and boy did they look powerful. Just by their energy I could tell their expeditions for Jungkook were extremely high and that they didn't accept him for who he was.

"Uh Hello?" His mother says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh—sorry." I say, gesturing them inside the penthouse.

"Son." His father says, and Jungkook only looks at his parents for a moment before speaking.

"What brings you here?" He only asks, and his mother scoffs.

"Loving parents can't visit their only son?" His mother speaks.

"Nobody is stopping you." He says.

"Anyways we hear that you've got yourself occupied with a girl and we just have to see for ourselves." His mother says, finally making direct eye contact with me. I smile softly, but her facial expression stays the same.

Nothing.

I see where Jungkook gets it from.

"And you are?" She asks.

"Yuna, Min Yuna." I speak, and she hums.

"Well I see you and my son are very acquainted." His father finally says, a soft smile he gives.

"Yes." I tell them.

"Why are you here?" Jungkook questions once more.

"Nothing son." His father says.