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december 21st

you and jungkook had reached a decision to spend about two weeks in minneapolis with your family, who paid for your flights, and you just returned from that stay back to new york. you'd be lying if you said it wasn't one of the best time of your life.

jungkook was so respectful to your family at first that it even surprised your parents. his culture was showing throughout the whole time, and you couldn't help but adore it even after he slowly began to warm up. he bowed gratefully at every little thing offered to him, and you remember your mom pulling you aside to warn you, "you keep that man, or i'm adopting him." your dad simply viewed this vacation as a test to see if jungkook was man enough for you.

needless to say, he passed.

you explored the city with him and shared so many romantic moments that you weren't even frustrated when he refused to have sex with you out of respect for your family. nonetheless, you watched him roam around your room and go through your underwear drawer yet again. "lace panties," he'd noted. "never took you for the type."

as for now, you had gotten off the train for jungkook to take you on a walk to his mother's cottage. you were excited yet nervous at the same time, all the whilst looking around for the wonders of this half-deserted town. you couldn't even feel your nose from the cold, even though you were wearing three layers of clothing under your puffer coat along with jeans over your leggings. the place was already filled with snow to the brim.

jungkook pulled on your gloved hand to lead you into the forest, your boots thankfully not absorbing any of the snow underneath. "how long 'til we get there?"

you just noticed his teeth were chattering as he shakily breathed in and out with them leaving his mouth condensed. he struggled to muster out in stutters, "i can make out the chimney."

you looked ahead, ignoring your guilt for his cold and noticed the roof as well. you couldn't help but wonder why she lived out in the forest, knowing it's more dangerous for an old woman to be surrounded by rather deadly animals.

both of you finally came face to face with the house, sighing in relief. "finally," jungkook mumbled before knocking on the door with his trembling hand. it wasn't long before you saw a woman peeking from behind a window close to the door. she opened it rather slowly and the heat from inside immediately hit your face. you closed your eyes.

taking their culture into account, you bowed before formally greeting her with the little korean you know, "annyeonghaseyo." jungkook did the same before his mom quickly pulled him inside and gave him a tight, longing hug.

in contrast to her previous suspicious expression, she smiled warmly at you before welcoming you in as well. "well hello there!"

you closed the door almost instantly after you entered to preserve the warmth before being pulled into a quick hug. you were almost surprised to hear her speak english without an accent before remembering you were still in america. "hello, mrs. jeon, my name is ayen," you pulled away and finished, "i'm jungkook's girlfriend. it's very nice to meet you."

her face fell for a quick second before smiling again, and you were confused whether you'd imagined it or not. "come in, come in," she ushered you into the living room. it was rather cozy inside with warm colored walls and couch along with a lit fireplace. you took off your coat and cardigan while admiring her features that still looked so young. she was beautiful to say the least, but not resembling her son that much. her black hair was a bob cut with side bangs and her face gave away no wrinkles. little nose, narrow mouth, and round eyes - she was gorgeous.

"if i didn't know we were visiting your mother, i'd guess she was your sister, jungkook," you chuckled and mrs. jeon's eyes crinkled due to the size of her smile as she slightly blushed. jungkook lightly laughed as he took a seat on the couch after taking his coat off as well. he had hung up both of yours on the rack beforehand.

as you sat closely next to jungkook on the couch across the fireplace, his mother took her seat on the loveseat parallel to you. "you guys are on break from university?"

jungkook watched the flames crackle, silently passing the question to you. "yes ma'am, we're on winter break and we thought it'd be pleasant if we could celebrate christmas with you."

her eyes moved onto jungkook who didn't spare her a glance. "was that jungkookie's idea?"

okay, you thought uncomfortably, there's tension. "he wanted to visit you alone, but i insisted to come along to meet you."

he finally met her eyes and nodded. you were a little caught off guard when she started speaking korean as you sat there awkwardly.

"are you trying to find a friend for the bones in the garden?" her tone was no longer gentle and it surprised you to hear her basically spit her words at jungkook.

"i didn't become a serial killer from one mistake, aren't i allowed to have a girlfriend?" unlike his mother, jungkook sounded calm and sincere.

she scoffed in disbelief, "yeah, a very organized mistake."

you cleared your throat when a silence hung over the room, very uncomfortably might you add. you were almost grateful when she asked you, "so when did you two meet?"

your eyes went up to the ceiling as you thought about how long it's been. "i think two months?"

she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "you stayed with him that long?"

you heard jungkook inhale deeply, as if to calm himself down to not do anything rash. "well, yeah, i sarang him."

the joke finally eased the tension in the room as mrs. jeon laughed half-heartedly while jungkook snorted. you noted that it was the first time the corners of his lips properly curved upwards ever since arriving. "i don't mean to talk badly of my son, i just know how he gets when he likes someone."

it felt like there was an underlying hint at something that only the son and mother understood. "trust me, i know what you mean. he's one possessive man."

"well, i can only hope you'll accept him that way."

you smiled at your boyfriend lovingly as he glanced back at you. "pretty sure i already have."

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