HOLIDAY AFFAIR 2 | 𝐏𝐉𝐌 vs 𝐉𝐉𝐊 ✓

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Three months later

"Oh, hi Sora, I didn't see you come in." Mrs Park smiled as she walked through the kitchen doors.

"Jimin let me in." Sora kindly spoke. "He actually just left to pick up some food. So he should be back soon."

"To pick up food?" Mrs Park furrowed her brows as she crossed her arms. "That's odd. He's usually too lazy and has it delivered here."

"Maybe he's in the mood to drive." Sora quickly said while trying to defend him. It was a habit she picked up ever since she started dating him. She'd have his back every single time someone was suspicious of him. Whether it be teachers, or his own parents.

"Ah." Mrs Park gave Sora a look that said I'm on to you.

Sora continued to innocently smile at her, until she finally left the kitchen. She had no idea why Jimin was out. What business is it of hers to know why he decided to pick up the food. Sora patiently waited as she sat in their living room. She's been dating Jimin for over 4 months now, so she's gotten pretty used to being at his house. Her parents on the other hand, can't stand him.

Her thoughts disappeared right as the front door opened. "There you are. What took you so long? Your mother was starting to get suspicious." She grabbed both of Jimin's shoulders as he leaned forward for a kiss.

"Suspicious of what? Italian take-out?" He raised his brow while setting the bags into the counter. "Jesus, it's so cold outside."

"And you didn't where a jacket, because...?" Sora questioned as she felt his freezing arms. Jimin let out a sigh of relief. "Your hands are so warm. Oh God, keep going."

"Ahem."

Both their heads turned to the kitchen, and Jimin's mother stood there with a disturbed but also kind of concerned look.

"What? I'm cold." Jimin scoffed as he defended himself. "A man can't be the little spoon for once?"

"Oh my goodness, would you stop with that." His mother rolled her eyes. "And what took you so long with getting food. Isn't that Italian place like five minutes away."

"Yeah, but I accidentally ran over a squirrel—" He slowly turned to Sora, who looked up at him with innocently. "But the squirrel is safe." He smiled.

"I'll be cleaning upstairs if you need me." She took a step towards the stairs, before looking over her shoulder. "I don't want any physical touching from you two, and that includes kissing, holding hands, touching shoulders. Nothing, you hear me?"

Sora quickly nodded her head, faster than the speed of light. Jimin scoffed in disapproval as soon as she left. "No touching shoulders? Who the hell even thinks about that?"

"Uh Jimin." Sora's glanced towards his arm, as it rested on her shoulder.

"Wh—So?" He struggled to say.

"I think we should stay true to your mothers words, especially since this isn't my household. Therefore I need to respect your family."

"Sora." Jimin glared at her. "I don't even respect my family, and I live here. It doesn't matter if you do."

"Well maybe you should start to." She shrugged her shoulders while cleaning the table. "Sora, why the hell are you cleaning the table? You're a guest here, you don't have to do anything to impress my mom."