Fuck it, ILY

Enchanted

Sitting in my office at Victoria's Secret, I tried to focus on the sketches in front of me, but my mind kept wandering back to the thought of Taylor Swift's concert. I could hardly contain my excitement—it was going to be my second Taylor concert. My first time was on my 21st birthday, and I still vividly remember how my best friend Yubin took me. It was a night I'll never forget. The energy, the music, the pure exhilaration of seeing Taylor live—it all came rushing back.

I found myself squealing softly at the memory, snapping out of my daydream to try and focus on work. There were designs to approve, emails to send, and clients to meet, but Taylor's concert was lingering in the back of my mind like an irresistible distraction.

As the day came to a close, I decided to reward myself for surviving another productive day. I headed to the store and picked up the blue corset dress I had designed for myself. It was sleek, chic, and a little daring—perfect for the concert. I couldn't wait to wear it. After all, it wasn't every day you got to attend a Taylor Swift concert in Seoul, and I wanted to look like I belonged on the VIP list.

By the time I got home, the apartment was eerily quiet. Jungkook wasn't back yet. He had been working overtime, trying to get ahead on his projects so he wouldn't fall behind during the concert and the vacation we had taken earlier. I missed him, but I also understood how hard he worked to balance everything.

I carefully arranged the corset dress in my wardrobe, admiring how the blue hue stood out against the other clothes. A satisfied smile crept onto my face. I was absolutely dying to see Taylor Swift again.

Feeling a little restless and wanting some company, I decided to head to my mom-in-law's room. It had been a while since we'd spent some quality time together, and I missed our chats. As I entered, she greeted me with a warm smile.

"Nien, darling, it's been too long since you sat down for a chat. Come here," she said, patting the seat beside her.

I plopped down on the couch next to her, grateful for the cozy atmosphere. We started talking about everything—life, the concert, work—but soon enough, the conversation drifted to family, and she began telling me stories about her mother-in-law, Jungkook's grandmother.

"She was a strict woman," she began, her eyes twinkling as she recalled the past. "Nothing like me. Oh no, I was the laid-back daughter-in-law compared to her. She had these rules about everything—how to keep the house, how to raise the children, even how to behave in front of guests. If you so much as missed one step, she'd give you the look."

I couldn't help but chuckle. I tried to imagine a strict version of my mother-in-law and failed miserably. She was one of the sweetest people I knew, always patient, always understanding.

"Did you ever get 'the look'?" I teased, grinning.

She laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, many times! But, in a way, it was her way of showing she cared. She had this whole old-fashioned, tough love thing going on. She wanted us to be proper, respectable women."

I listened intently as she spoke, genuinely fascinated by the family dynamics from Jungkook's side. It was refreshing to hear these stories—ones I had never really thought to ask about before.

"You know," she added with a playful smile, "Jungkook takes after her in some ways. He's got that same stubborn streak. But lucky for you, he's softened up quite a bit."

I laughed. "Oh, he's stubborn, alright. But he's also the sweetest person I know. He works so hard to make sure everything is perfect."

My mother-in-law nodded, her expression softening. "He's a good man, Nien. He loves you very much."