"Are you ready, babe?" A familiar voice asks, as he walks into the bathroom. "We have to go soon. It starts at 3, right?"
"Yeah, Jungkook. It starts at 3, but it's my family, and they'll understand if we're late." He gives me a look, and I already know what he's thinking. "Okay, so maybe they won't understand, but you have nothing to worry about, they'll just put the blame on me for you being late."
"Yeah, alright, but what if they don't like me? What if they hate me and tell us we should break up?" Jungkook asks, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. I know he's a lot more nervous than he makes it look like. I roll my eyes as I finish putting on my lipstick. I turn to face him instead of looking at him through the mirror.
"Baby, you'll be fine. I don't see any reason why they would hate you, other than my brothers, and that's literally only because they're jealous assholes. My mom and stepdad, they'll love you as long as you're a good, genuine person, they don't like the fake bull shit my friends show when they come over. My aunt and her family already love you, that's just how they are. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Okay?" I say and he nods cautiously, as if I were lying and couldn't be trusted. I notice that he's a little calmer after I tell him what I've told him a thousand times leading up to today, and I'm also aware that I'm probably going to have to repeat it again as we're getting in the car, driving to my mom's house, and as we pull into the driveway. I instinctively hug him, knowing that it helps him to calm down more. He sighs into my shoulder and his breathing slows down to a much calmer pace as he hugs me back.
"I love you." He whispers into my shoulder. I smile against his chest and I turn to look at his face. He has a very serious aura to him when he picks his head up to look me in the eyes. "I mean it, Y/N. I really love you so much and I desperately want your family to like me."
"I know you do, okay? I love you too. Even with the extremely low chances of them not liking you, that wouldn't change anything about how I feel about you. I'd cut my family off again if they didn't like you. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what. Okay?" As soon as the words come out of my mouth, our lips collide for the sweetest, most passionate kiss of my life. We pull away, both smiling cheekily at each other.
"I love you to but I'm not allowing you to cut your family off again, especially if it's because of some dumb guy. Like--"
"Okay, you're going to need to shut up. You're literally the first guy I have ever wanted to introduce my family to. I also hope that you're the only guy I ever have to introduce to my family. I don't care what my family thinks. Just think of it as a trial run, to see who we can invite to our wedding." I say, cutting the boy off. He laughs at the wedding part, we always say things like that. He nods while having the biggest smile plastered onto his face.
Checking the time, I shove the poor boy out of the bathroom. 2:47 pm. We have to be there by 3, and we live half an hour away. We grab everything we need, and bolt out the door. We get all of the food in the car, jump in, and start driving.
"Y/N. We're going to be late..." He says nervously. I instruct him to text my mother, not bothering to tell him my passcode, fully aware that he has a thumbprint in it, and tell her I had to stop for gas. I know he's done when he shuts my phone off and sets it down. With my eyes on the road, I can feel him looking over at me. "You don't have your seat belt on, Y/N."
"Okay, so? I know what I'm doing, babe. I'll be fine."
"Please just put it on, I don't want anything to happen. It's not that I don't trust you and your driving skills, but it's other people. Pleaseeeee, for me?" He asks calmly.
"Fine. You're so lucky I love you." I say, giving in. I pull the seat belt over my body with my left hand, the hand farthest from the buckle. "Could you give me a hand, babe?" He looks at me, confused, until he sees what I'm doing. After a while of driving, we turn onto my childhood street. We pull into the driveway, which is surprisingly not packed with cars. I turn the car off and smile at Jungkook, only to find him smiling shyly at me already. I put my hang on his leg, and assure him that everything will be fine. He smiles at me, and we get out of the car. When he walks up next to me, I grab his hand and walk into the house. We're met with many eyes as we close the front door.
