Love Under Pretenses | Winrina

29.

Me:
-Are you with Jimin now?

Giselle 😎:
-Yup! We’re together already, we’re actually shopping right now.

Me:
-That’s good. I’m really nervous about what I’m about to do rn🫠.

Giselle 😎:
-Don’t worry, I know you’ll handle it just fine. I just hope her parents will approve of you, even though they’re super strict. It'll be good for you and Jimin’s relationship too.

Me:
-Thanks, Giselle. I’m outside their gate now, so I’ll talk to you later.

Giselle 😎:
-Okay, good luck! 💪🏻💞

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I stepped out of my car, trying to steady my nerves. My hands were already clammy, so I wiped them against my clothes as a futile attempt to calm myself. The weight of what I was about to do felt heavy, and the fear of facing Jimin’s parents without her support made my heart race even faster.

The breeze did little to ease the tension building inside me. I took one more deep breath, squared my shoulders, and walked towards the gate, hoping I looked more confident than I felt.

"Ms. Kim Minjeong?" The security guard at the gate recognized me right away, his expression shifting as he addressed me.

"Yes, I’m here to speak with Jimin’s parents," I explained, trying to maintain a composed tone despite my anxiety. His eyes widened slightly—maybe he knew about the tense relationship between me and her parents.

"Are you sure, Miss Kim? Does Miss Yu know you’re here to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Yu? Jimin isn’t home right now, she left earlier" the guard said, concern flickering in his voice.

I gave him a small, reassuring smile before replying, “Yes, I’m aware. I came here knowing Jimin isn’t home because I want to speak with her parents directly. I want to earn their approval and hopefully show them I’m serious about Jimin. There's no harm in trying, right?”

He smiled warmly in response. “Good luck, Miss Kim."

I stood in front of their front door, my hands trembling as I pressed the doorbell. My nerves were getting the best of me, but I forced myself to go through with it despite my fear. No turning back now.

My goal was clear. I wasn’t going to leave their house until they accepted me and my relationship with Jimin.

After I rang the bell, a few seconds passed before the door finally opened. Jimin’s mother stood there, looking startled to see me standing outside her home. Her surprise was written all over her face, which only made my heart pound harder.

Despite my nerves, I bowed respectfully, trying to make a good impression.

"Who's that, hon?" My breath hitched as Jimin's dad suddenly appeared beside his wife, his presence even more overwhelming. It felt like my chest was tightening with every second, my anxiety peaking.

I silently prayed my legs wouldn’t give out beneath me.

In a rush, I bowed again, this time to her father, trying my best to look serious and composed even though I felt anything but.

They were so intimidating up close, much more than when I’d seen them from a distance before. It was the first time I was seeing them face-to-face, and I could feel the weight of their gaze.

"I-I'm Kim Minjeong. I came here to talk to you about the relationship I have with your daughter, Jimin."

I said, my voice shaky and hurried. It felt like I was already halfway to embarrassing myself in front of them, but I had to keep going.