Abby's POV

I wake up with a huge head ache. I feel my stomach fluids rise in my throat. I run into the bathroom. I hurl all that alcohol I had apparently drank yesterday. I rinse my mouth with water then I brush my teeth. I look at myself in the mirror. I look like shit. Dang it.. did I look like this all night!? In the mirror I see Jungkook walk into the bathroom as he rubs his eyes and yawns. He hugs me from behind and I continue to brush my teeth.

"Good morning." He says in a groggy voice that sounded extremely hot. I lean over and spit out the tooth paste foam, I almost choke on my toothbrush when he let's go of me and smacks my butt as he walks out of the bathroom with a huge smile spread across his face. I finish up in the bathroom and walk back into my room. I almost forget how to breath as he's shirtless and is just in his boxers. A tiny squeak leaves my lips causing him to look at me.

I turn away and I feel my face heating up. "Oh! Hi babe.." He says knowing very well that I had seen him. You fricken sack, I know what you're trying to do and it won't work because I'm not a horn dog of a woman. I hear him chuckle, his breath on my ear. I know he's right behind me. I lied.

"I'm so sorry I didn't ..." He interrupts me as he turns me to face him and his bare chest presses up against me. He bites his lip. "I know you liked it.." He says kissing my neck. I bite my lip to try to keep myself from making a sound and letting him win. I push him as I know where he wants to go with this. "Tease." He says smiling at me. "What time do we have to be at the air port?" I ask, heading over to my small kitchen trying to change the subject.

"Not for another hour." He says poking his head into the kitchen. He wiggles his eyebrows at me. No. He won't get what he wants. That body part is staying in his pants, period.

I look away from my cabinet and look at him. "What?" I ask. He walks up to me still in his boxers. I look back towards the cabinet. He pulls me by my waist. "No Jungkook. Go get dressed. Why don't we go get breakfast?" I say trying to get out of this situation. "Why don't you want me? I put new condoms in my wallet for nothing?" He asks whispering in my ear. I look at him a bit ticked off. "I do want you, okay? I'm just really nervous about seeing your parents today." He let's go of me and leans against the counter.

"Don't worry about that. I'll be translating so you don't have to be shy." I look at him with no expression. "Just promise me one thing." I have his attention. "You'll tell me everything they say even if its mean..." I say. He looks away from me and looks at the tiled floor in my kitchen. "I don't know if I can promise you that." I'm surprised by his answer. "What?" He looks at me. "Look I just don't think it would be a good idea that's all." He says.

His response has me worried, what is that supposed to mean? He's going to let his parents talk bad about me and he won't tell me? How is that okay? Even if it would keep my feelings from getting hurt, I still want to know. Especially because it's about me, duh.

I cross my arms over my small chest. "They won't even know if you tell me or not. You said they don't speak or understand English." He looks at me as if he was scared. "I just don't want your feelings to get hurt." I brush my hair behind my ear trying not to look annoyed. I knew he'd throw that in my face. "If you do this for me it will make me feel less of an outsider." I say and his expression softens into a pleased look.

"Oh. That makes more sense. I should have thought of that." He says. I nod and think about a small breakfast to make, then I felt a drop and I decided I wasn't hungry. He walks closer to me and he kisses my head. "Just to let you know... I plan on having something sweet today.." He whispers making me freeze. His hand grips my butt cheek, making me gasp. "And I don't care if I have to do it at my parents house. I get what I want, and I have a good way of getting it."

He presses his nose against my ear. "I'll be waiting." He growls walking out of the kitchen. I nearly fall against the counter. Dear Jesus.. I need to take a shower. Immediately. I quickly make up my mind to take a shower, a very cold one. When I get out, Jungkook is looking down at multiples shirts laid out on my bed that he had bought. I hold the towel tight around myself for precaution. He finally looks at me. "Needed to take off the steam?" He asks, smirking.

He knows that he had made me feel dirty and I needed to take a shower to get rid of it. "Don't worry baby girl. I won't touch you." He crossed his heart with his finger on his bare chest. I let out a breath of relief. "Until we leave the house." He says under his breath, making my breath hitch. I quickly get the dress that I've planned on wearing, and a pair of pretty matching undergarments.

When I come out ready to go, which took a long time, it was already time to go. I had curled my hair and put on some makeup. Luckily when I walk out, Jungkook had already chosen his shirt and was ready to go. Is it too late to take another shower? "I'm not over doing it?" I ask. "Hell no, you look fine." He says. I feel my face heat up. "You look amazing, might I add." He smiles at my words.

There were moments that Jungkook looked like a grown man, and others where he looked like a bunny fetus. But he always looked good. He walks up to me and picks up my chin, looking in my eyes. I set my hands on his chest. He kisses my lips and drowns me in in sweetness. He wraps his arms around me, his fingers pressing into my sides. I screech, his fingers dig deeper as he still kisses my face. "Jungkook!"

He smiles and kisses my face. I throw my head back and start laughing as his fingers continue to attack me. He kisses my neck, my fingers gripping his shirt. My legs go weak and he picks me up, pulling my close. "I love hearing you laugh." He says. I look at him and he presses his head against mine. I look into his eyes. He pecks my lips. "We should go." He suggested. I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and connecting our lips.

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After a short airplane ride, we were escorted to a car.

As we arrived to our destination I'm extremely cold. A gust of harsh wind blows up against me. I now wish that I wouldn't have worn a dress. My dress was black and skin tight with long sleeves. Jungkook said I looked fine, of course. He wore a long sleeve dark blue dress shirt with black slacks. He always knows how to dress well, and look hot. I pull my small luggage and follow him to our car.

The driver hands Jungkook the keys and he loads up our bags for us. I sit in the passenger seat and it's extremely warm. I close the door right away. I rub my hands together. "I'm so sorry, babe." He says as he closes his door. "I didn't think that it would be this cold here." I buckle my seat belt. "No. Its fine. If it weren't for my long coat, I would be a Popsicle right now." I say putting my hands in front of the blaring heater vents.

"You would be a sexy looking Popsicle." He says smiling to himself as he keeps his eyes on the road. Good thing he couldn't see me blushing, I always get to embarrassed. "I know you're blushing." He says pulling out of the packed air port. I slap my face. Shit how'd he know? I hear him chuckle. The rest of the ride we listened to music. Oh how I loved to listen to him sing with his amazing voice.

Every time a song said "I love you" he'd look at me and sing it beautifully causing my heart to flutter happily. The pit of my stomach was filled with butterflies. He then grabbed my hand and held it, his thumb running over the back of my hand. It brought a smile to my face. He brings my hand to his face, and he let's his lips kiss softly. My toes curled in my shoes. He kissed my skin tenderly, like he was taking his time.

"Ah. We're here." He says as he stops the car. "Oh. The house is so beautiful." I say as I peer at the house from the inside the car trying to savor the warm air before stepping out into the cold air. I feel him touch my hand. "If its cold outside, believe me, it'll be warm inside my parents house." I look at him. "Okay." He turns off the car and we step out. Lord Jesus take my soul I'm going to die from hypothermia. I cling to my coat and walk to the back of the car to grab my luggage.

We walk up the door. I hold my breath as he rings the door bell. The door opens and a small women around my size opens the door. Her face lights up "o! Jungkook neun yeogi! nampyeon! uli adeul eun yeogi ! " <Oh! Jungkook is here! Husband! our son is here!!> She yells into the house. I look at Jungkook and he is smiling none stop. I'm happy for him. A man runs up to the door. Jungkook bows quickly

"annyeonghaseyo abeoji. geugeos-eun olaen sigan-idoeeossseubnida . nan dangsin-i geuliwoyo" <hello father. It's been a long time. i miss you> He hugs them and they share some kind words, I'd assume by the way they were smiling and hugging. Jungkook says something that turns the attention to me. I try to remember what I learned. I bow ," annyeonghaseyo, abigail haeyo geuligo geugeos-eun dangsin-ege modu leul mannal su-issneun gippeum"

<hello, i'm abigail and it's a pleasure to meet you both> I say surprising both parents and Jungkook. I had practiced that line for a week straight. I wanted to impress his parents. Even though that was all I knew in Korean. I hoped it was enough. Jungkooks mother smiles as walks over to me and hugs me. Now I'm surprised. His father smiles and shakes my hand. "That was quite a entrance." She says in English perfectly.

I look at Jungkook pissed off and he knew it too. "I.. I thought.." I peeped. "You thought that we didn't speak English?" She asks as we walk into the house as she has her arm around me. "Little birdy told me that." I look at Jungkook again as I sit down next to his mother on the couch. "Oh honey don't be mad at him. We told him to say that. We always like to play little nasty tricks on Jungkooks new girlfriends." I think about what he had told me his parents said about American Girls.

Why would he do this to me? He hurt me on purpose? "Oh .. Haha.. You got me..." I say laughing nervously. "Now Jungkook why don't you take your luggage to your room." She tells him. I stand she holds onto my arm. "No no Jungkook will take it for you." I look down at her. "No I insist." I say. She let's go of me. I follow Jungkook to the room, he's about to get a piece of my mind. We enter the room and I close the door behind us.

"Now I know what you're thinking. But hear me out..","YOU KNEW IT WAS A JOKE!" He stops short and looks at me scared. "How dare you!? I thought that your parents were mean mean people and its all because of a joke!?" He walks over to me. "They told me to okay!?" He raises his voice but I stand my ground. "And!?" ," My parents are just jokesters. They don't mean any harm." He says lowering his voice. He holds onto my waist.

"I'm sorry okay. This is just a test for them to know if you'd stay with me. They love Americans. And as you can tell, they understand and know English well. They use these lines all the time." That's a pretty fucked up test." Am I doing good so far?" I ask trying not to stay mad. "I'd say yes." He says. "Ugh! I'm still mad." I say pushing him away from me. He puts his face in front of mine.

"Its just a nasty joke my parents and I play. Please. We didn't mean to hurt you. Its just something we do..." ," you made a fool of me that's what you did." I say crossing my arms. He kisses my lips. "I'm sorry." He kisses me again "I'm sorry." God how I hated this situation. I was mad but I liked his sweet kisses. So. Much. Fuck it. I think deciding to forgive him this one time.

"The next time you play a nasty trick on me like this, you'll pay mister." I say opening the door and leaving the room. I walk out and begin to talk to his mother. When Jungkook came out of the room his mother took us to the kitchen and served us dinner.

"There was this time that little Kookie walked out into the street.. With nothing but the beanie on his head." his mother laughs. I look at him and start busting up. He chuckles nervously and plows food into his mouth, looking like a hamster. "You know I never told you." I look back at her. " Yes ma'am?" She smiles, "You're very beautiful." She looks at her husband next to her. "Isn't that right?" He looks up from his food and looks into my eyes.

"Yes, I'd say the prettiest girl Jungkook has brought to us." I blush, they're just sucking up to me. "Oh no. I'm sure that Jungkook has brought home really really pretty girls." I add not looking at him as I feel him peer at me. I look down at my plate and move around food with my fork then taking a bite of my food. "No. I'd say you're the prettiest." Jungkook says as I feel him touch the inside of my thigh. I almost spit out my food. He leaves his hand there.

"Well tell us about you Abigail." I can't speak as his hands move closer and closer to the pretty black underwear I had on. I squeeze my thighs together to try to stop him from doing this inappropriate task of his. "I'M! Actually going to go to the bathroom if that's okay." I say forcing his hand away from me as I stand up from my seat. "Oh Jungkook. Be a gentleman and show her the facility." His mother orders.

No, no, this isn't good. I already know what he can be capable of, and it involves something dirty. I froze in my stance, staring at the wall in front of me. I was trying to get myself to realize that his mother just suggested that he'd show me where the bathroom is. I was in disbelief, but then again, she didn't know that her son was involved in having sex with his girlfriend. So, I didn't blame her if she still believes he's innocent, cause nah. He ain't.

"With pleasure." He smiles, I didn't have to see it in order to know it's there. Cause it was there alright. I'm about to turn and face him when his arm wraps around me and he escorts me to the bathroom, like his mother had asked. There will be escorting of another sort. I'm brought out of my thoughts when I he takes a hold of my waist. Oh Jesus this can't be good...

"And the good bathroom." His mother tells him. "Oh, of course." Jungkook says. My palms became sweaty. "Right now is the right time, baby girl." He whispers in my ear making me shudder. I could have sworn I heard, his mother say. "I'm so proud of Kookie, he's found someone he really loves. He looks really happy. They're adorable together, don't you think?" And it made me happy. His mother sees something more in this relationship, something in depth with her son.

Did she know for a fact that I that I was the right girl for her son? What if I wasn't? What if in a couple of months, something will change and it will be the end of us. I really don't understand why I'm thinking this way, when Jungkook tells me he loves me.. he means it.. right??

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm sorry if any of the translations are wrong, I used Google translate cause I really wanted to put in some Korean. I made a huge surprise! Did I surprise you guys?? About his parents? Oh! The next chapter is about to get kinda... Very steamy. Comment. Suggestions are great.
Thanks ❤