What if someday BTS's Jeon Jungkook proposes to you? What will be your reaction? This story revolves around Y/N, who is an Army and loves BTS's Jungkook. She never thought that she would ever find love in real life. The love story begins when Jungko...
"Mom...I-I...actually Jungkook..." I stammered, desperately searching for an excuse.
"Jungkook, you have committed a crime and you will be punished," she cut me off, her voice dripping with mock seriousness.
I watched as the color drained from Jungkook's face. He gulped nervously.
"Your punishment is that you are going to have dinner with us," she announced, bursting into laughter. "Y/n-ah grew up so fast!" We both exchanged awkward looks. Jungkook looked particularly shaken.
"Come down, the food is already served," she said, still laughing at our embarrassment.
He finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "She is a cool mother, isn't she?"
I was still processing what had just happened. Did she really just see me kissing an idol in my room?
"I almost passed out in fear," he admitted, his lips curving into a relieved smile.
"She is the best mother," I replied, my voice devoid of emotion.
"And the most unpredictable," Jungkook added, a hint of amusement in his voice.
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The atmosphere at the dining table was thick with tension. My parents sat across from us, my mother wearing a bright, knowing smile while my father maintained his usual stoic expression. Jungkook fidgeted in his seat, beads of sweat forming on his brow as he bit his lip nervously.
Every clink of cutlery seemed magnified in the silence that enveloped us. My mother occasionally shot Jungkook playful glances, clearly enjoying the situation, but my father's serious demeanor added to the unease hanging in the air. I could feel Jungkook's anxiety radiating off him; his fingers drummed lightly on the table, and he shifted in his chair as if ready to bolt at any moment.
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"Y/n," my mother said, breaking the silence. "Why don't you tell us how you two met?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly relishing the moment.
Jungkook's eyes widened, and he quickly glanced at me, his expression a mix of panic and hope. I took a deep breath, realizing I had to save him from the impending interrogation. "Uh, well, we met at a music event," I began, hoping to keep it vague yet convincing.
"Really? A music event? What was it like?" My mother leaned in, intrigued.
"Yeah, it was... really fun," Jungkook chimed in, his voice slightly shaky but earnest. "I was just really excited to see her there."
I couldn't help but smile at his attempt to ease the tension, even though I knew he was still sweating bullets. My father finally broke his silence, his voice low and steady. "So, Jungkook, what do you do for fun outside of music?"
Jungkook's eyes darted to mine for reassurance. "Um, I enjoy gaming and hanging out with friends," he replied, his voice gaining a bit of confidence. "But nothing beats making music."
