Promise • 전정국 (DISCONTINUED)

28 | Humble

"I am addicted to the prison that is you."





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If I were to say that Busan was beautiful, that would be an understatement. The city was so bright, having so many various lightings on the big buildings. There was clearly a gap in the population between Seoul and Busan due to the obvious amount of people I've seen so far. You could also see some peaks from afar. Although the cities looked lively, they definitely weren't as big as Seoul in general.

Jungkook's home was more in the suburbs, surrounded by other small, cute and cozy houses. His house specifically was a pretty shade of blue. From the outside, I'd say it had two floors which were usually the norm. There was a front lawn with a bunch of flower pots spread all around. My father would have liked this.

"You ready?" Jungkook gave me an assuring smile.

I nodded, not really having the ability to speak at the moment.

I was really nervous.

He pressed the bell that was beside the door and waited for an answer.

We didn't have to wait long.

"Jahm-kkan-man! We'll be right there!"

Jungkook looked at me nervously as if to apologize.

I held his hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze. Feeling his skin against mine allowed me to calm down a bit and mentally tell myself that everything will go okay.

Some shuffling was heard behind the door before the sound of the lock unlocking came into the picture and the door opened, revealing a petite woman and a bubbly looking man.

"Jungkook-ah! It's been so long!" His mother immediately rushed over to him, wrapping her arms around him. "How are things going?! We have so much to catch up on! How are the boys?"

Hugging her back, Jungkook struggled to keep up with her questions.

His father looked at me in the meantime and reached his hand out towards me. "You must be Y/N! It's such a pleasure to meet you. Jungkook has told us a lot about you."

I happily reached my hand to meet his.

"Hopefully only good things," I laughed. "The pleasure is all mine."

"Oh, oh, oh! Mwo?! How did you end up with such a beautiful girl, Jungkook?" The small woman trotted to my side and eyed me up and down.

My cheeks heated up a bit and I smiled at her, chuckling. "Thank you, Mrs. Jeon."

"Tsk, no need for the honorifics, my dear. Please, call me eomma." She teased.

"Mom, can you be so kind as to allow us inside?" Jungkook interrupted, probably embarrassed by his mother's doing.

"Oh, where are my manners? Of course! Please, please, come inside." She gestured her hand towards the door, allowing us to enter.

When I walked in, I was in awe. There were beautiful paintings and antiques. The walls were painted in such beautiful and vibrant colors.

"Your house is quite beautiful."

"Why thank you, darling. We try our best to keep it nice, tidy and traditional." His mother smiled, flattered by my compliment.

"I see you haven't refurbished the living room." Jungkook's eyes scanned the area like a curious little kid.

"Oh, you should go and see your room! We haven't touched it since you left and while you're at it, you should go and show Y/N the guest room so that she can unpack."