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BROOKLYN BRIDGE
I held Jimin's hand in mine as we walked over to the car that was waiting. "Mom, Jimin is coming over so we can talk about all of this, okay?"
She slowly nodded, thankful to see he was fine, but not entirely sure whether she was in support of our relationship. "Of course, you're welcome anytime."
We both sat in the back seat, cuddling up against each other to say warm. My mom's lips formed a smile after sneaking a glimpse of us through her rearview mirror. We fell into a light sleep as my mother drove back to our house.
"Aurelia, Jimin." She shook both our shoulder once we arrived at my house.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at Jimin who was peacefully sleeping on my shoulder. "Isn't he so cute?" I cooed to my mother, who just briefly raised her brows.
"Jimin, baby." I kissed his forehead. "We're here."
"I'm so fucking tired." He lazily mumbled.
"I know." I pouted, before trying to lift him up. "Oh my Jesus, you're so heavy."
Jimin cracked a smile as his eyes slowly opened. I finally got him to get out of the car, and slammed both the doors shut.
"Just take a deep breath." I rubbed Jimin's back as we walked into my house.
We were immediately hit by the warm air. Jimin held onto my hand as we stepped into the living room. The poor baby was so nervous, I could feel him shaking.
I leaned closer toward him. "My dad's really laid back, so don't worry."
"It's not him I'm worried about." He sighed, and I followed his eyes to see him staring at my mom.
"It's okay." I tried to smile, but I knew how hard this could be if it didn't go our way.
"Hey kiddo." My dad ruffled my hair as he walked into the living room. "What's up Jimin, how's life treating you?"
Jimin let out a nervous sigh, before looking over at me. I squeezed his hand for support. "Be yourself."
"Life's alright." Jimin quietly muttered, not being much of a conversation starter.
"So, what's going on?" He looked over at me. "You told me and your mom that you had something to tell us."
"Yeah." I nervously nodded. "I just need you both to really listen to what we have to say." I waited until my mom sat down.
