"what?"
"i said, do you want to come to a dinner with my mom and I?"
"why?"
"she misses me. i don't want to be there alone. plus, she probably wants to know the people i know."
"oh... i mean, sure. i'll go."
i grin, but then a sudden fear stabs me into my chest. I didn't want to face the abusive mother before me, not knowing how she'd changed.
I wasn't sure how she'd act anyway. was she going to be mean? was she going to be nice?
i texted her, asking what time to come over. she said around 6 or 7. I punch in a reply back phrasing i was bringing someone along with me, and she approved.
i sigh in relief as i slip my phone back into my pocket of my skinny jeans.
~
time skip
6:27
I was getting ready, and so was V. struggling to find a way to hide my neck, i didn't want my mom to see the marks the same sex gave to me.
even if she did figure out why i had hickeys, she wouldn't accept me. my sexuality.
she wouldn't bare the thought of her own son being attracted to a male. I just threw on a baggy sweatshirt so it covered the deep maroon coloured hickeys.
it wasn't a fancy dinner, it was just at my old house, and my mother doesn't do fancy.
V wasn't going dressed like that either - he just had a regular white t shirt on and skinny jeans, topped with a grey cardigan.
we got into my car and suddenly i didn't want to go anymore. right when i was about to start the engine, my hand hesitated and it was kept in the air, unsure of where to go.
"are you going to start it..?" V breaks the silence.
"i..." trying to form a sentence, i tried to look for the right words, but couldn't. "my mom, it's just.."
"jungkook, you can tell me."
"i'm scared, okay?!"
"calm down.. why are you?"
"she abused me when i was little, i told you this already.."
"..oh yeah."
"whatever. lets just get this over with."
i quickly start it and back out from the parking space i was once in. as i drove V kept touching my thigh trying to make me comfortable, and for me to know i didn't have to be afraid.
I give him a nod, receiving his message.
"it's going to be okay. you'll be fine."
a second nod.
~
I reach my house and it was much more rusty than i remember. After all, i did move out almost (i think) 8 years ago, and no one was taking care of it since besides my mom.
i crack open the worn out door and i see my mom by the table in the living room. I give a painful smile, stepping in with V.
as i step in, v closes the door that was once open behind him. We both walk over to her and plant into the seats, silent.
"hi," i didn't dare to make eye contact.
"hello, jungkook. and who may this be?" she points to V.
"uhm.. my friend. his name is Taehyung. people call him V."
i glance over at him and made sure he knew i was lying when i referred to him as a close friend.
"uh, yeah. i'm V. nice to meet you, Mrs. Jeon - " he arched his arm over the table so his hand could meet hers, but is interrupted when she yells,
"no! i'm no longer Mrs. Jeon. i got divorced."
We both go silent.
"oh, sorry about that.. Ms Jeon." he holds out his hand for the second time.
she shakes it and i could tell she was rough. Gripping his hand tightly, she basically jerked it up, and letting go a second after.
V tries to box smile as he pulled away.
"so, what did you make for us?" i look down at our plates.
"food?"
yup, she hasn't changed a bit.
