Seokjin and Namjoon have moved in together and completed high school.
Seokjin POV
"I'm kinda nervous." I pout as I search through the closet for an outfit. Namjoon's arms wrap around me from behind.
"I know you are, I am too." He chuckles lightly. "But I'm sure my parents will love you."
"They'd love me more if I was a female." I turn and give him a pointed look.
"Yeah....well, you're not wrong." He sighs. "C'mon babe, everything will be fine. Wear something cute, we're going on a walk all with them after dinner."
"Okay." I smile. He leans down to kiss me briefly, before walking back over to the bed. He's already dressed and ready to leave.
"This okay?" I hold up a white T-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans, with a baby blue overshirt.
"Mhm, that'll look great on you sweetheart." He grins. I smile and start to change my clothes. Namjoon just stares at me, grinning as I strip.
"Stop watching me change, you pervert." I huff. He chuckles lightly, glancing back down to his phone screen.
"We have 10 minutes to make it there on time. They live down the road, so we have plenty of time." He says.
"That's fine. I'm ready, so we can head over there if you want." I say as I pull my shoes on. We walk out of our house hand-in-hand, as we make our way to Namjoon's parents' place.
"Namjoon! Come in, it's cold out there." Namjoon's mother ushers us inside. I just stand behind him, nervously. "You must be Seokjin."
"Yes ma'am. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Kim." I bow.
"He's so polite...." She smiles slightly. She's clearly still coping with Namjoon's coming out, but she seems to like me so far.
"Jin, I'll be right back." Namjoon says. "I need to get my dad."
I just nod and awkwardly stand there. Namjoon's mother leaves the room to check in the food. It's completely silent for a moment before a string of curses are shouted form the kitchen. I hesitantly walk into the large room.
"I-Is everything alright, Mrs. Kim?" I ask. She glances over at me and frowns, shaking her head as she places a spoon in a bowl of frosting.
"I can't get the frosting to swirl on the cupcakes. It looks like a mess when I try." She sighs.
"Do you have any piping bags?" I ask. She nods and opens a drawer. I grab one of them and fill it with the frosting.
"Watch, I'll show you how to swirl it." I smile. She watches in shock as I place the frosting on the cupcake in a perfect swirl. "Let me help you."
I place my hands over hers, and teach her how to properly frost the cupcakes. "Thank you, Seokjin."
"You can call me Jin if you'd like, Mrs. Kim. And it was no problem." I say.
"You know....I was worried about meeting you. I'd even tried to think of you as a female, to live out this dream where my Namjoon was still straight. But you're a good kid, Seokjin. So....I accept you as my son's boyfriend and possible future son-in-law." She smiles.
"R-Really? You mean it?" I ask, looking a bit hopeful.
"Of course I do." She hugs me. "Take care of Namjoon, please. I know he can be a bit clumsy and irritating, but please treat him right."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Kim. I love your son." I grin.
"Jin, mom, where'd you guys go?" Namjoon calls out to us from the living room. He eventually pokes his head through the door and smiles his signature dimpled smile, that I absolutely adore. "Dad will be down in a minute."
"Alright." Mrs. Kim nods. "Dinner is ready, so we can sit and wait for him."
"I'll help you set the table." I say.
"Oh, you don't have to dear. I can do it." She shakes her head. "You're a guest."
"Really, it's okay. I don't mind." I grab four plates, and an equal amount of silverware.
"He's so nice, Namjoon. You made a really good choice." I hear Mrs. Kim say to my boyfriend.
"I know I did, mom. I really love him." Namjoon chuckles.
"Okay, I'm finished!" I grin. Namjoon's dad walks downstairs and joins us a moment later.
"You must be Namjoon's boyfriend." He says.
"That's me. I'm Kim Seokjin." I bow. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Kim."
"Well mannered." He nods. "I like you already."
"Isn't he just the sweetest!" Mrs. Kim grins. I blush lightly, gripping onto Namjoon's hand under the table. He just smiles at me.
"So, what are you boys majoring in, at college?" Mr. Kim asks.
"Dad, you know how much I've talked about majoring in music." Joon chuckles.
"How about you, Seokjin?" Mr. Kim asks.
"O-Oh, I'm majoring in business." I respond. "I want to start a clothing line, I've dreamed of it since I was a kid."
"That sounds nice." He says.
"I'd also donate part of my money to cancer treatment centers. My dad he, uh....recently passed away due to lung cancer."
"I'm sorry, honey." Mrs. Kim frowns.
"That's alright." I smile. "He's not in pain anymore."
After a few hours, Namjoon and I finally leave his parents' house. As soon as we're back home, I grin and rush into his arms. "They like me, Namjoonie! They really like me!"
"I'm happy." He smiles, wrapping his arms around me.
"When I was helping your mother in the kitchen, she said that she'd accept me as your boyfriend and her future son-in-law." I blush.
"Good. Cause I plan on proposing soon, so I'm glad she said that." He chuckles. "I love you, Seokjin."
"Love you too, Namjoon."
