Estoy tranquila

No me estoy volviendo loco.

I am calm, I am not freaking out. Like a mantra I keep repeating it.

The knots in my hair I was trying to undo for sometime keeps getting tangled. I wanted to chuck the hairbrush across the room.

I am calm.

The Solid Red bodycon dress I wore was smooth against my skin ending midsection of my thigh with a slit. This made me wonder if I overdid myself.

Red is a bold colour,dangerous too. I wanted to look confident to face his family. Which I am failing gracefully.

Should I tie my hair or leave it down? For that to decide this bloody nest needs to be untangled.

I screamed in frustration just as the hair brush was gently taken from my deadly grip. Annoyedly I looked at the reflection of the person who dared disturb my calmness.

"I knew you were two seconds close to causing destruction. So here I am at your service Señora.". Hobi smiled at me, causing me to release a bit of tension in my body.

The already tight dress was suffocating me and having my muscles tensed was not helping me. Might as well I have a panic attack the way my hands were trembling, Hobi is right I am just seconds away from losing my shit.

I am nervous as hell to meet his parents. It's not like we are going to ask their approval for our marriage. The person I am more scared of meeting is his mother and Nana.

Jungkook adores his family, he respects them. They are someone precious to him. I don't want to mess it up. If they mean so much to him I want them to at least like me.

I don't think I will ever leave or I can live without him. I want them to at least tolerate my presence. The stories I heard about them, chasing away the girls Jungkook was with or planned to be.

I shuddered, I don't want to end up on their bad side.

"Sit down, Bird". Hoseok pushed me down by my shoulders.

"Does this dress make me slutty?" I ask Hobi, as I play with the edge of the dress.

He paused and looked me in the eye through the mirror. "You know how fucking beautiful you look right now, even with this tangled hair". He tugged my hair a little painfully. I winced "This dress is perfect, you are perfect darling".

My heart softened at his words "I am nervous Hobi".

"I know". He said "No need to, just be yourself they will surely like you".

Easier said than done. I know my clumsy ass is going to make me a laughing stock.

After quite a struggle from Hobi's side and my jests the knots were untangled and nicely in a modern French twist which complimented my neckline showing pendants.

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath gaining my composure. I stood up taking a hold of Hoseok's outstretched hand. We walked out of Jungkook's room.

Jimin and Jungkook were standing discussing something but my eyes were drawn towards Jungkook taking in him. He kept his look formal yet casual.

The white dress shirt adorning his muscles, a few buttons undone sleeves half folded, some tattoos on display, left wrist decked with a watch.He kept his hair messy and he kept pushing it back. Someone is spending too much time with Jimin.

The black dress pant cladded perfectly on his legs. The jacket holded on his left arm. I almost drooled at the sight of this Man.

Jungkook's gaze met mine across the room as I closed the distance between us. His eyes widened a little and it might be a lie if I said I didn't feel an ounce of satisfaction that he is affected by me the same way I am.

This caused me to loose some tension. His eyes said it all, it said what I needed to hear. A stuttered breath took it all as he engulfed me in his arms.

I felt him take a deep breath, a smile grazed my lips. He has a habit of sniffing people; he kind of does it involuntarily. The guttural groan vibrated through him, sending shivers through my body.

"You look beautiful. Beautiful is an even lesser word to describe how you look". Jungkook said, kissing my forehead.

I bit my lip to stop myself from saying something I know I would regret and from the look Jungkook gave me. He dared me to say it knowing it won't end well with me.

I know I look beautiful but I don't feel beautiful. They might be biased because they know me. Sometimes we think we don't care about what others think about us. We get to a point where we don't give a flying shit about what they think about us.

Deep down we know we do,because I do. Even if I said I don't care I keep thinking and overthinking about it as I said before it's not us being sensitive it's about the person being more sensible.

"Here". Jungkook offered me a gorgeous flower bouquet I didn't even notice was there.

"He made those". Jimin said as I kept eyeing the bouquet with so much admiration.

I looked shocked at Jungkook who scratched the back of his head avoiding eye contact. I feel I am in high school again, though I didn't attend prom you know why. So our group celebrated at my place dressing up.

"I will wait for you outside". Jungkook said, turning and almost stumbling his way out.

I laughed but my laughter was more overtaken by the duo. Jimin grinned at me putting an arm on my shoulders. I rolled my eyes, still smiling.

"So finally meeting the whole family". Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. "Nervous?" He asked gauging my expression.

I nodded my head, passing him the bouquet and basically threatening him to take good care of it. I don't want to ruin Jungkook's hard work but the flowers need to be taken care of.

Waving to them as they shouted their good luck bursting my eardrums. Jungkook was leaning against his car patiently waiting for me.

I stood in front of him shuffling from one foot to another, the way he was looking at me was making me anxious "Bad choice of dress?" I asked slowly, wanting to know so I can change before we leave.

Jungkook kept looking at me without saying anything but his eyes left a hot trail as he eyed me from head to toe.

My body was heating up with so much attention. The look on his face was feral, almost animalistic.

"Bad choice?" He repeated my question, taking a step forward.

Involuntarily I took a step back but Jungkook's arm came around me stopping me from taking another step backwards. He twirled the hair which came loose from my bun.

Jungkook brought his face near mine, nose brushing my cheek slowly tracing the path towards my collarbone. My hands shot holding his arms and squeezing it, his muscles tensed under my touch.

I closed some more distance pushing our bodies together, my front inclined to his lower. His lips caressed my collarbone hot breath teasing me burning my soul and body. I arched my back and neck to feel more. Shit this is just simple small touch but I am fucking desperate.

His touch, his body, his lips, his hands he himself drives me crazy always wanting more. Wanting to be selfish, just to dive myself into his abyss those eyes of his speaks volumes his touch his little things he doesn't need to say it. But the words were on my tip of tongue.

I bit my tongue, the sting reminding me how things would change if I let those out. Will things ever be the same between us? No. But would they be in a good way or bad?

Jungkook bit me slightly on my collarbone before grabbing the hold of my chin looking straight into my eyes "Bad choice,indeed. But not in the way you are thinking". He bit my collarbone, licking it to soothe the pain as I hissed. He backed away slowly from me.

"Get in the car or we won't be leaving at all". He growled, opening the door of the passenger side he waited for me to get in. I quickly got in because hell I trusted his words if things escalated I wouldn't be able to stop or either him. He won't and it felt like he was losing all the restraints he put upon himself.

One chain down, two more to go.

The car ride was silent as I kept gazing out not offering any small talks inside. I was preparing how to introduce myself.

"Relax its just my family, not a big deal".

I scoffed "Yeah right, your family it's a huge deal Jungkook atleast to me".

He glanced at me before turning to look ahead "Why?"

Why?

"Because..." I stopped myself from speaking or saying any foolish words "What even you are going to say who I am?"

"Why are you obsessing over it? What do you want me to introduce you as?" Well that shut me up quickly right why I am obsessing over this for the past few days. I want him to introduce me as his. Not a friend, not any person or anything I want him to introduce as his person. His.

Yours was the answer I wanted to let him I didn't. Sensing my thoughts he asked "Will you be my girlfriend, Mia?"

I didn't even hesitate to give him an answer.

"No".

Instead what I thought would upset him or would hurt him he threw his head back laughing loudly his eyes shimmering in amusement as he looked at me.

He shook his head "I deserved that".

"Why are there so many bouquets in tha back seat Jungkook?" I averted the topic.

"Oh those, I don't want a dead wish. If I don't give them a bouquet like a true gentleman they are going to have my ass". He grinned imagining it.

I understood, three for the women in the family but rest. I can only imagine what would happen if he didn't bring flowers to them. We also brought some wine and champagne with us. We can't go empty handed.

"Mia". Jungkook called out my name, I raised my brows at him waiting for him to speak.

We are in front of his house and I am so edgy I didn't even dare to move or make a moment.

Jungkook removed my seat belt. Taking my cheeks in his hands, the coolness of his rings soothed my nerves a bit. "I am with you. I am always with you, so whatever it is, stop worrying".

Kissing me softly and sealing his promise with it. I took a deep breath yeah Together and forever.