Flying first class| Taekook

Chapter 9 🌷

Jungkook stayed where he was, sitting on the edge of the bed with the note still cradled in his hand like a fragile, sacred thing. His heart had calmed to a slow flutter, but his thoughts were still all tangled in Taehyung's words. He was replaying the call in his mind for the tenth time when a soft knock interrupted him.

He barely had time to react before the door opened and his mom stepped inside, a knowing smile already curving her lips.

"I knew you'd be in here," she said, walking in like she owned the place—like most moms do—and sat beside him, patting his thigh.

Jungkook smiled faintly, hiding the note quickly between the pages of a nearby book on the nightstand.

His mother glanced at the motion but didn't comment. Instead, she reached up and gently brushed his hair out of his face. "He left this morning," she said, her voice gentle. "Don't worry—Yunhee's in good hands. Your Minsoo noona's taken over as nanny, and she seems very smitten with the little one already."

Jungkook exhaled a small, guilty breath. "You met him before he left?"

"I did," she nodded. "Your dad, too. They had one of those long talks dads think are subtle but really just disguised interviews."

Jungkook groaned, letting his head fall back dramatically. "Please tell me he didn't interrogate him about his credit score or something."

She laughed. "No, not that bad. But there were questions about his goals, where he sees himself in five years, his opinions on marriage, family, career."

"Oh my god." Jungkook covered his face with both hands. "He definitely made it weird."

His mother smiled wider but didn't deny it.

Then, more softly, she reached out and took one of Jungkook's hands, cradling it in both of hers.

"Jungkook-ah," she said gently, "you know you can talk to me. To us. About anything. Right?"

His heart flipped in his chest again—different from before. This time it was nervousness, vulnerability. He nodded slowly. "Yeah—of course."

"I mean it," she said, squeezing his hand. "Whatever choices you make, whoever you love—we'll always support you."

Jungkook blinked, his ears already turning red. "Oh my god—Jaebum told you, didn't he?"

His mom tilted her head. "Jaebum told us what?"

Jungkook stiffened. "—Wait. So what do you know?"

She smiled coyly, too pleased with herself. "Must I say it?"

"Yes. Please." He groaned, dragging a pillow over his face. "Just get it over with."

She leaned closer, her voice lowering like she was about to deliver a secret. "Taehyung—he's a lovely young man. Very handsome. Polite. I—well, we—really like him."

Jungkook let out a dramatic groan and fell back onto the bed, covering his whole face with both hands this time. "I can't breathe. This is it. I'm moving out."

She laughed and gently tugged at his shirt to get his attention. "You think I don't know what's going on in my own son's life? Please. The kiss under moonlight ? The dreamy looks? The fact that you didn't even notice your uncle tripped over a fountain last night because you were too busy watching Taehyung talk to your dad?"

"I was not dreamy," Jungkook mumbled.

"Oh, you were floating," she teased. "It was like watching a K-drama in real time. The only thing missing was background music."