Fuck it, ILY

Journal

Nein's POV

It had been six months since I married Jungkook, and life felt like a whirlwind of new experiences. But no matter how amazing everything was, there was a part of me that deeply missed home—especially my mom. She had always been my biggest supporter, from cheering me on through my education to standing by my side as I chased my dreams with Victoria's Secret.

Jungkook, being the incredible husband he is, noticed the longing in my eyes whenever I talked about home. He wasn't just my husband; he was someone who understood me in ways I never expected. Respectful, family-oriented, and devoid of any toxic masculinity or ego—he was the kind of man every woman dreams of marrying. So, when he told me we'd visit my parents, my heart soared.

As we prepared for the visit, Jungkook's mother handed us a thoughtful hamper filled with vitamins, skincare products, and a selection of sweets—a true Asian tradition. I could already imagine my mom's face lighting up when she saw the goodies. It made me even more excited about the trip.

I placed the hamper carefully in the back seat of my Porsche, making sure everything was secure. Jungkook was already settled in the passenger seat, looking at me with that playful grin that always made my heart flutter. I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a mix of excitement and warmth as I walked to the driver's side.

"Ready, my babygirl passenger princess?" I teased, sliding into the seat beside him.

He chuckled, adjusting himself in the seat, his eyes full of affection. "Always ready when I'm with you."

The engine roared to life as I started the car, the sound bringing a rush of anticipation. The drive ahead was filled with the promise of laughter, stories, and the comfort of being surrounded by family.

As we pulled out of the driveway, I glanced at Jungkook, who was already browsing through the music options. His presence beside me, so calm and comforting, made me feel like the luckiest woman alive. And I knew that no matter where we were going, as long as he was with me, I was home.

The drive to my parents' house was filled with laughter, conversation, and a constant stream of snacks that Jungkook insisted on feeding me as I drove. He was in one of his playful moods, blabbering about everything from his day at work to random thoughts that popped into his head. Each time he held up a piece of fruit or a bite of something sweet, he'd flash that mischievous grin, insisting I take a bite while he kept the conversation lively.

"Here, try this one. It's your favorite," he said, holding a strawberry to my lips. I smiled and took a bite, savoring the sweetness and the love behind the gesture.

Finally, we arrived at my parents' house, a familiar sense of comfort washing over me as I parked the car. The house looked the same, but I could feel the difference inside me—it had been six months since I last walked through these doors as a daughter rather than a visitor.

I stepped inside, noticing my dad sitting in his usual spot with a newspaper in hand. He barely glanced up as I greeted him, his response a mere nod before he returned to his reading. It was typical of him, distant and uninterested in anything that didn't concern his own world.

Jungkook stayed behind in the living room, likely sensing I needed this moment alone with my mom. I searched the house for her, eventually finding her in the garden, her hands busy tending to her beloved plants. The sight of her brought a rush of emotions, memories of her nurturing presence flooding back.