"you can call me mommy if you want to."
so he likes to be called baby boy...
you were never one to judge.
jeon jeongguk x reader
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strong language & mature themes included
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❝ 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 ❞
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"I'm so glad you could make it," your mother smiled brightly as jeongguk and his father stepped into the dining room, where she had been making the final touches to your dinner.
"of course! I wouldn't dream of rejecting a dinner invitation," namjoon beamed, "I must say you have a lovely home, ms. l/n. and dinner smells absolutely divine."
you watched in disbelief as your mother giggled– actually giggled like a school girl, waving her hand bashfully in front of her blushing face.
gross.
you scowled in disgust, but quickly discarded the expression as her eyes flashed over to meet yours. you offered her an innocent grin, to which she subtly rolled her eyes.
"why don't we eat? I'm starving," you chimed, dropping into one of the chairs and drumming your fingers across the hard surface of the dining room table.
"sounds like a great idea to me," namjoon beamed, looking towards your mother for some kind of approval. in no time, everyone was seated around the delicately set table. your mom settled beside you, namjoon across from her, and jeongguk across from you.
the conversation flowed surprisingly well from there. your mother and jeongguk's dad chatted easily about this and that, moving and houses and teenagers. you had to admit, it was nice to see your mom so relaxed and smiling so easily.
not only that, but the food was delicious jesus fuck. you'd almost forgotten how great a chef your mother was. it was a gift she didn't embrace often enough anymore.
and namjoon was so incredibly funny and sweet, he had all of you laughing with every sentence that fell from his mouth. it seemed like he could talk for hours and always find something bright and hilarious to say.
only downside... jeongguk hadn't looked at you once.
not one single time! how absurd is that?
not only did you look hot as fuck but you were sitting right in front of him! who can keep themself from looking forwards for that long? the only thing that you knew for sure was that he must be purposely not looking at you.
he'd jump into the conversation every now and then throw out an admittedly breathtaking smile, but every time you attempted to bring his eyes to you, it's like he ducked right back into his little shell, mouth clamping shut, eyes diverting to his lap. it was starting to get annoying.
