𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Father faith

Jungkooks POV
(Y/n) and I were going to meet up with Namjoon at the old cafe we used to work at. The thing is that we now lived in a different city so it took us like an hour to get there. The drive was pleasant. We listened to songs we used to sing along to and ate snacks.

We had quality time together for an hour before we went to talk to Jacobs dad about...well, Jacob...

When we arrived at the cafe memories came flashing back. (Y/n) and I would play games like: who could get the most tips, and who could carry the most drinks at a time. I remembered how after closing we all would go out for drinks occasionally. It was fun..I miss it..

I held the door open for (y/n) as she walked in. So many of our old friends came to greet us and it was honestly heaven. I missed all of them. We talked for a while before the man himself walked out. Mr. Kim...

I walked up to him and shook his hand with a big smile. (Y/n) came up behind him and jumped on him. Namjoon and (y/n) were really close friends. He gave her a rase almost every month. I won't say I was jealous of my own girlfriend but I will think it.

Namjoon was y'all and the type of man you look at and instantly respect. Sadly (y/n) doesn't have respect for anyone, she treats everyone the same.

We talked for at least two hours. Turns out Namjoon recently opened up a cafe in In England. I know I wasn't Jacobs real dad but I approved of this man. I feel like he would be in good hands.

Do you know how many times I had to stop myself from saying "my son" and replace it with "Jacob". Like what the fuck is up with that. I don't like the thought of Jacob leaving us and I know (y/n) didn't like it either.

As much as I disliked Jacob leaving us....this man was a good man. I've known him for a while and I trust him.

As we were leaving I noticed (y/n) was especially quiet. All she did was look down at the ground. She stared into a dirty puddle of rain that gathered together in the driveway.

I stood there and said my goodbyes. Namjoon smiled and his deep dimples showed. I stood there with my hands in the pockets of my sweatpants. I was dressed like I was gonna spend a day at home. I didn't feel like dressing up.

We left and the ride home was silent. I felt the love (y/n) had for me in that silence though. The grabbed my arm that was resting beside me and hugged it tight. She laid against my arm and soon fell asleep.

I knew she was hurting inside but we both were. We would get through it.