His Voice (j.j.k fanfic)

Chapter 9: Mother-In-Law

"This was Jeon Jungkook for The Golden Closet." an airy laugh. "And thank you for listening."

You were four tapes away from finishing everything.

Were you sad?

Hell yeah you were.

You had been in the house for no less than a month. And being in here was boring, except for Lisa's occasional visits and going out to her favorite places to spend some time together.

Most of the time you were at home.

Lisa had dance class during Tuesdays and Thursdays. And your Mom was always working late during weekdays at her new job.

During those days when you were alone in the house, you were bored and mostly slouched around the living room either listening to Jungkook or watching movies.

Jungkook's voice made your day less lonely.

And so here you were, in the living room smiling to yourself like an insane person. You were lying down on the soft couch with the player sitting on top of your stomach.

It was early afternoon, and you just ate lunch from the food your mother had left you in the fridge.

The atmosphere was calm and peaceful, it wasn't hot inside and the weather was cloudy.

It was a perfect day.

Just you and Jungkook, nothing else.

Ding.

Or so you thought.

You weren't sure if it was the doorbell that actually rang at this time of day. It was a Tuesday, so Lisa wasn't in the neighborhood. And your mother was working obviously.

Who could it be?

You wait in silence to hear the doorbell again. And sure enough, it rang.

You quickly hide the player under a duvet on the one-seater before stretching your legs out, prepared to kick whoever was on the other side of the door.

It was you just being a paranoid little shit but it was suspicious as hell.

Who knows? You walk over to the door and twist your fingers around the knob, preparing to open. Maybe it's just some annoying door-to-door salesman asking you to buy a washing machine.

The door opens.

It was not a door-to-door salesman.

Instead of a guy in a suit and tie, a briefcase in hand and a wide smile, a woman was before you.

She was small, almost the same height as you were but you were taller by an inch.

Her short hair swayed by her face, eyes a soft dark brown and stared back at you in curiosity. There was a certain kindness to them..

the kind of kindness you'd only see in a mother.

She looked older, early 40's or late 30's, around the same age as your mother.

The woman wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a lace blouse under her black cardigan.

She was lovely.

And familiar.

"Good afternoon, Maam." you smile at her politely. "May I ask who you..."

Your sentence doesn't finish when you see another familiar figure behind her. Your eyebrows shoot up at the woman climbing up the stairs of the front porch.

"Mom?" you blurt out.

"Hey, sweetie." she smiles wide at you. "I took the afternoon off to accompany my friend here." her hands drop on the other woman's shoulders.