Enraptured | Jungkook ✓

There's Nobody Like Us

Song of the chapter:
Black Cab - Lola Young

You unleashed a torrent of tears, whether genuine or a strategic performance, masking your seething anger beneath the primal wails that typically fell on deaf ears in your family. Jungkook stood at a crossroads, torn between intervening and remaining an intrigued observer in this emotionally charged spectacle. However, witnessing your distress triggered an unfamiliar chord of empathy within him.

"It's okay," Jungkook whispered, enfolding you in a protective embrace, a subtle clash between his stoic nature and the empathy surfacing from the depths of his experiences. The gaze he directed at your parents was met with incredulity, but he couldn't bear to see you suffer. A choice loomed between complicity in your pain or an unexpected sense of responsibility.

Yet, your mother dismissed your anguish with a derisive laugh, branding your tears as crocodile tears. Jungkook, unfazed by her cynicism, cradled you in his arms, wiping away the traces of sorrow from your flushed cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay. Please don't cry," he murmured, offering a shelter against the emotional storm. When you pulled away, his gaze met your eyes, his actions betraying an unfamiliar softness.

"I hate you both! I love him, and he loves me. That's that," you declared, leaning into Jungkook's reassuring presence.

"Ridiculous," your father scoffed, refusing to yield to what he perceived as manipulation.

In response, Jungkook, unaccustomed to such emotional turmoil, expressed a newfound determination to protect you. He addressed your parents sternly, chastising their lack of empathy.

"You're making a huge mistake," your mother warned, a blend of anger and frustration painted across her face.

"I know exactly what I'm doing. I'll be the one to take care of her from now on," Jungkook asserted coldly, challenging the parents who stood as pillars of judgment.

He seized the vase of peonies, a symbolic gesture of reclaiming control, and bowed respectfully, signalling the conclusion of an unsettling encounter.

"And I'll be taking these back too. Thank you for inviting me, Mr and Mrs [L/N]. But enough is enough. So God fucking bless, or whatever," he declared, a final curtain falling on the turbulent act.

The atmosphere remained tense, the repercussions of this encounter echoing through the house, setting the stage for an unforeseen chapter in the intricate dance of relationships.

• • •

The car ride unfolded in a symphony of silence, a cool summer breeze soothing your jagged edges, yet failing to fully quell the emotional storm that had unravelled during that tumultuous family dinner. The resentment from your high school past lingered like a phantom, a constant reminder that you were forever branded the "bad guy" by your parents.

The day had been a relentless assault on your emotions, and accepting your parents' invitation had only served to amplify the underlying tension. From an outsider's perspective, your vibrant personality masked the turbulent sea of emotions within, but you knew the façade could only last so long.

As the scenery passed in muted tones outside the car window, you leaned your head against the cool glass, your eyes fixated on the hazy night sky. Jeon Jungkook, typically silent, remained focused on the road, occasionally glancing between you and the traffic. The day had tested both of you, revealing layers beneath the surface you hadn't anticipated.