Under Your Skin || Jungkook

27

Warnings: This chapter has delicate content and flashbacks, mentions of trauma and child abuse

To be honest, I don't expect him to come back the morning after. And I wouldn't blame him. Meeting my parents when we're still handling this type of situationship, all while trying to dig into a trauma I didn't even know I had until a few days ago isn't the plan you'd go for if you could choose. He rushes to prove me wrong again, as he loves to do usually, when I get a text message from him.

Asshole: Hurry up, ur coffee will get cold.

I save my phone inside my back pocket, and collect my jacket and bag before I look around to make sure I'll leave everything as I should.

When I hop on the car, I barely can hold back my smile when I see him. And it's not something new. Jungkook just has that bright aura that's able to change the mood just by his presence. I'm also surprised he isn't wearing his usual black or gray outfits, and see he opted for a pink denim jacket over a white t-shirt.

—Did you dress up to meet my parents? —I tease him.

—First impressions are important —he hands me the coffee cup.

—You're going to support me, not ask for my hand in marriage.

Jungkook laughs, and asks me if I'm ready before he starts the engine to get the car back to the road. The weather is chilly, and I love how it started heating up once we entered the month of June -it definitely feels so nice to be able to open the window and feel the light breeze.

—Won't you be hot with that jacket on?

—Won't you be cold without a jacket on?

He snaps back, smirking when he sees I have no response to his question. June is definitely a confusing time. Basically, because once you step outside, you won't be able to tell what the weather actually is just by looking at people in the street.

—Why did you tint it black? —I play with one of his black locks in between my fingers.

—My hair was a mix of purple and black, it was looking awful already —I catch him trying to look at me through the corner of his eye—. Why? Are you missing the purple?

—It's not that —I tuck that strand of hair behind his ear—. I was just used to it.

I move my hand away, playing with the line of silver rings hanging on his earlobe with the reverse of my index, before I place it back on my lap. He doesn't need to say he likes it when I do that, the way he smiles only showing his front teeth is loud enough.

—How are you feeling? —he sips from the straw, before leaving the plastic cup back in the cup holder.

Sighing loud, I move my eyes away back to the road. If I had told myself three months ago I'd be visiting my parents, with the same guy I couldn't stand two months ago, because they're the only ones that know why I can't get near a male, I wouldn't believe it. It's overwhelming how much things can change in such a short span of time.

—Nervous —I scoff—. I don't know how they'll react when they see me. It's been too long. And I'm not sure how I should introduce the...

—I get it —he nods, interrupting me as he sees me struggling to finish the sentence—. Just let it flow. Let it all settle before you bring up that incident, enjoy some time with them. You need to be comfortable to discuss that.

The rest of the way there, we're in silence -that only ends up being filled by the almost inaudible voices and music of the songs playing on the radio. I'm too focused on replaying in my head the different possible scenarios that could take place soon, while I try to find the best way to act in each one of them.