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So we were on the way. I knew he had a father, a mother, and four older brothers. But I wasn’t prepared for what awaited me in the flat where Jungkook lived. Because he only told me stories about his childhood, stories about his adventures with his brothers, and described his family and their features, but not their looks.
So I wasn’t prepared for what awaited me there. We parked the car in front of the block of flats. We went to the highest storey with an elevator. Jungkook still has keys from his old home. He unlocked the door, and I went inside with him behind me.
I took off my shoes and went ahead. I discovered the living room, but what was there shocked me. I saw two adult men making out.
I gasped. They still didn’t see me. Jungkook showed behind me. He coughed.
“Why do you have to make out when you knew we would come?” he sighed.
Both men froze when he spoke up. They backed away from each other.
“We will be back soon,” one of them spoke while heading with the other to another room, which I figured had to be their bedroom.
“Sorry about them. By the way, that was my parents,” he said to me and sat on a couch.
“They are your what?! That was your parents?!” I was shocked. “You didn’t tell me that your parents are men. Why did you not tell me?” I sighed and sat on the couch beside him.
“You didn’t ask,” he said.
I looked at him in disbelief. I was too shocked. They returned and introduced themselves properly.
“I’m Kim Namjoon,” said the taller one with silver hair.
“I’m Kim Seokjin,” spoke a man with brown hair.
(A/N: I started chanting, lmao XD)
“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” I said with a slight blush on my cheeks.
“She’s my girlfriend,” Jungkook said.
“So she’s the one you have been talking about?” Seokjin asked.
“N-ne.” He replied and looked down at the floor with a slight blush. ( A/N: ‘Ne’ means yes.)
“Finally, our youngest is a grown-up man.” Namjoon laughed.
“Stop teasing our son,” Seokjin scolded him.
Namjoon stopped laughing and instead winked at Seokjin. He turned away from him, embarrassed and looked at us.
“Come. Eat with us, and we can talk during a meal,” Seokjin spoke and left for the kitchen.
We ate and talked together. I discovered more about Jungkook’s family. His two older brothers were still living with his parents. The other two – Yoongi and Hoseok – were living elsewhere.
During dinner, his brothers came home.
“We’re home,” they shouted.
They came to the kitchen and saw us. They looked at me, confused and then at Jungkook.
“Jungkook, can you introduce us, please?” said the blond-haired one.
“N-ne,” he stuttered, “this is Y/N, my girlfriend,” he finished blushing.
“So this is the one you have been talking about?” smiled another one with brown hair.
“Annyeong, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you,” I stood up and bowed politely.
“Jimin and this is Taehyung,” introduced himself the blond one.
“We are Jungkook’s older bros,” said Taehyung with his boxy smile.
I smiled back. We ate together, talked and decided to stay for a night. As I went to the kitchen for a glass of milk before sleep, I heard something from the bathroom. After a moment, I figured it was moans.
I returned after drinking milk to a bedroom, which I shared with Jungkook for the night. I was red as a tomato.
“What’s wrong?” he asked while watching me getting to bed.
“…..heard something…..moans….think there were…..your parents, but……Taehyung and Jimin……can I ask something?” I told him, still shocked by what I had witnessed.
“Yeah, sure, babe,” Jungkook answered as he smiled to ease me.
“Is your whole family gay?” I muttered with my head down, not looking him in the eyes.
“Well…..” he coughed and looked away from me too, “kinda.”
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