Angel, Say My Name |JJ•K ✔️

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The way you literally felt your heart stop when you turn to see him standing there.

"Would it kill you to ring the doorbell?"

As you lower the volume of the music and eye at paper bag beside him, a mixture of surprise and concern fills your mind. While curiosity tugs at you, your caution suggests that nothing good can come from feeling curious.

"I did. But you no one answered." He says, circling the couch to put the bag on the coffee table. "Now I know why. Mom made dinner."

As you peek inside, you count four containers and start unpacking. "Thanks."

The first smell that hits you is the homemade kimchi that never fails to make your mouth water.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He suddenly asks, observing your movements from the side.

"It's a holiday right? I don't know. Maybe stay at home."

He hums, watching you closely. "Then you won't mind helping me babysit Jaeden, right?"

"And sacrifice my free time?" You chortle. "No thank you. If you don't have anything else to say, you can leave."

"We'll see about that."

"What?"

Before he could turn his back and leave, you could've sworn you saw a smirk on his face.

-

You are the epitome of unlucky.

But you've come to terms with that for quite some time now. Just an hour ago, mom called to drop a sudden news.

"So start packing. Your father and I will see you soon. Love you."

Now you're here, handing Mr Jeon your backpack. He puts it in the back of the van together with the rest of their things.

"We're gonna have a blast in jeju! How long has it been since we all went there together?"

"If my memory serves me right, you kids were about eleven years old." Mr Jeon comments with a gentle tone.

Mrs. Jeon looked radiant in a white sundress that complimented her porcelain skin. The fabric swayed gently with every movement, showcasing her slender frame and highlighting her graceful gait. Her long, brown hair hung loosely down her back, cascading in waves of silkiness that reached her waist.

Mr. Jeon was dressed in a casual yet dashing outfit, his white button-down t-shirt hugged his broad chest, revealing his muscular arms, while his beige shorts emphasized his toned legs. When he stood beside Mrs. Jeon, their outfits harmoniously complementing each other, their love was palpable in every glance they shared.

Mrs. Jeon claps her hands. "Look at the time. We should be getting a move on."

Jungkook slides the van door open, and as you step inside first, he uses his hand to shield your head from the top of the entryway. You take a seat on the second row, settling near the window.

Mr and Mrs Jeon follow suit, occupying the first row.

"Honey, could you hold Aden for a second?" She asks, already lifting the baby to pass him to you.

As you cradle Jaeden on your lap, he takes the opportunity to grab your hair.

Jungkook, being the last one to enter the van, takes the seat next to you, and his judgmental glance tells you he expected this. "I warned you to tie your hair," he remarks in a low tone, only audible to you.

You respond with irritation, saying softly, "Yeah well I told my parents I wanted to stay in bed, but not everyone gets what they want, do they?" While trying to free yourself from Jaeden's grip, you grind your teeth in frustration.