House of Cards [english version]

#13

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If someone had told you six months ago that you would be hosting a man other than Namjoon or Taehyung in your apartment, you would have burst out laughing.

Now, however, it was almost three o'clock on a Sunday, it was the middle of November, and Jungkook, dressed in jeans, a white T-shirt with some insignificant print and his hair tied in a small ponytail, was bustling around your kitchen preparing dinner for you.

You were sitting on the couch, holding a thermos filled with hot water on your stomach and staring at the living room door, listening to the sounds from the kitchen.
Like he promised yesterday, he came to spend the day with you and to your surprise, he turned his phone on silent and left it in the living room on the dresser. He wasn't even interested.

You looked at the photo of you and your parents hanging on the wall and sighed. You smiled sadly, looking down at your hands. Were you really like her?

"What's that face?" Jungkook asked with a smile as he stood in the doorway with two cups of tea. "Dinner will be ready in about forty minutes, so I thought we'd have some tea and talk."

You looked up at him and smiled, shrugging. "It's nothing. It's just..." you looked at the photo again and let out a heavy breath. "I'd like to be like her."

His eyes followed yours and stopped at the photo, then he looked at you again and sat down next to you, setting the cups on the table. "Little one, you will never be like her."

You looked up at him in surprise and he smiled fondly. You saw a certain gentleness in his eyes and a peace that spread over your entire body as soon as you looked at him.

"You are you, you will never be your mother. You sounded like you wanted to change, like there was something wrong with you."

"Because it is." he didn't let you finish. He placed his index finger on your lips, staring into your eyes.

"Shh... not at all. You are perfect exactly as you are." he whispered, leaning in, "I wouldn't change a thing." he added and placed a tender kiss on your lips. "Drink your tea while it's warm." he whispered as he pulled away from you.

You blinked a few times, then finally grabbed the cup of tea and started drinking. "Tomorrow, my friends and I are going to lunch and..." you started shyly, glanced at him and bit your lip. Suddenly fear appeared in your head, because what if he didn't want to meet your friends at all? What if it's too much commitment for him and a sign that he's getting too involved in your life? Maybe he just wants to have fun? You swallowed and mentally scolded yourself. After all, if that were the case, he would never have taken you home and let you know the truth about himself.

"Yes?" he glanced at you with a slight smile.

"I thought it would be great if you came with me... You could meet my friends." you said and, waiting for an answer, you started nibbling on your lower lip with your teeth.