"you say it's because of my age, girl, but age ain't nothing but a number"
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a story of which a mother of two finds herself entangled with her son's best friend, jungkook.
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As Jungkook pulled up to the curb in his car, I quickly and discreetly wiped my tears, before entering the car quickly.
Entering the passenger's seat, I slammed the door behind me as I stared forwards, not really wanting to talk right now.
"You good Miss Carter? How was the date?" Jungkook murmured. It actually looked like he was awoken from sleep prior, which probably explained his unusually deeper voice on the phone, but I think he purposely failed to mention that my call woke him up so I didn't feel bad.
Blinking away the tears, I watched as he input my home address into his car navigation system, clearly not realizing that I was upset. I tried to compose myself to answer but as I sniffled loudly, he immediately whipped his head mid typing.
"You good?" He suddenly asked me.
The car was dimly lit so he couldn't see the tears that were streaming down my face but my silence and the repeated sniffling gave it away.
Fumbling with the radio knob, turning down the Drake that was lightly playing in the background, Jungkook switched on the car lights and that's how my face was now clear to him and I had tears streaming down my face.
He was caught off guard by me actually crying. I could tell he didn't know how to approach this.
"Hey, hey, Miss Carter, what's up? What happened?"Jungkook trailed off in confusion.
"Nothing, JK." I tried to wipe my tears.
"You can talk to me, what's wrong?" Jungkook persisted, concern in his eyes.
"I just... the date didn't go the way I planned. Could you please just drive, JK?" I finally forced myself to muster but he didn't listen, he fumbled with the key in his ignition, switching off the car.
"Respectfully, I can't do that. Something's clearly wrong, ma'am." Jungkook murmured. "Did he do something weird to you? Or anything inappropriate? He did something weird, didn't he? I knew the guy would be a fucking weirdo—" Jungkook tried to open his door and that's when I restrained him.
"I don't need a kid fighting my battles." I told him softly, blinking away my tears.
"What did he do?" Jungkook ignored my comment. "Come on."
"It's nothing serious, Jungkook. He just made some comments that hurt my feelings. It's stupid. I'm crying for no reason." I whispered, shakily.
"Nothing thats enough to make you cry is stupid." Jungkook murmured. "What did he say?"
"He was just talking about young single mothers and I've just been getting flack recently about the way I bring up my kids and me being a single mother, okay? It just doesn't feel nice to be that stereotype. It makes me feel bad. It makes me feel like I'm not doing enough for my kids and it makes me feel like I'm not doing enough for myself." I finally admitted. "And I just know it's true—"
