Jungkook's pov

Walking down the stairs with Taehyung by my side, I couldn't help but feel a surge of nervousness. The anticipation gnawed at me as we approached the dining room. I hoped fervently for a positive impression.

Upon entering the room, I found the entire family already seated around the dining table, patiently waiting for our arrival. My anxiety spiked, and I scanned the room, meeting everyone's gazes with a mix of trepidation and hope.

To my immense relief, I was met with warm smiles from each family member, which alleviated some of my unease. Taehyung stepped forward, taking the lead to introduce everyone. My attention shifted between each person as he began the introductions, absorbing their names and faces to memory.

In total, there were eight family members, including myself. Their welcoming smiles offered a glimmer of reassurance, calming my nerves slightly as I braced myself for this new chapter in my life within this unfamiliar yet welcoming family.

Let me remember everyone.

Taehyung's mother: Kim-Park Min-Young
Taehyung's father: Kim-Park Seo-Joon

Grandmother: Bae Suzy

Taehyung's younger brother: Kim Beomgyu

Taehyung's uncle: Kim Hyunbin
Taehyung's aunt: Kim Ye-jin

As we started having our breakfast, Taehyung's mother initiated the conversation, breaking the ice. "So, Jungkook, yesterday was our first meeting, and we're eager to get to know you better."

I nodded in agreement, a slight blush tinting my cheeks at the use of Taehyung's surname. "I'm Kim Jungkook, 27 years old, and I have an older sister who happens to be my closest confidant."

The query from Taehyung's father followed naturally, his smile inviting. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an author," I replied, feeling a mix of excitement and vulnerability in sharing this facet of my life.

His grandmother's sudden interest piqued my enthusiasm. "Ah, that's wonderful! What genres do you write?"

"I dabble in fiction, fantasy, mythology, and romance," I answered, a sense of passion seeping into my tone.

The request from Taehyung's grandmother made my heart skip a beat. A flush of embarrassment colored my cheeks at the thought of Taehyung's family perusing my books. My mind raced, grappling with the predicament. My novels delved into themes of passion and intimacy, and often contained smut. the notion of my in-laws reading smut written by me made me feel utterly mortified.

Caught off guard, I hesitated, struggling to conjure a response. The weight of the moment settled heavily on my shoulders. How could I explain the nature of my writing without causing discomfort or divulging too much?

As the silence lingered, the gentle probing from Taehyung's grandmother persisted. "Is something the matter? Don't you want us to read your books?"

Attempting to articulate my thoughts, I stammered, "It's not that... I mean, I just... I didn't anticipate—"

Before I could finish, Beomgyu chimed in, his curiosity unwavering. "I'd like to read your books too. do they contain smut?"

A profound sense of awkwardness enveloped me at the direct question. Flustered and at a loss for words, I found myself unable to meet their gaze, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

As Taehyung's grandmother jovially prodded me about the nature of my hesitation, her directness left me squirming in embarrassment. Unable to muster a verbal response, I nodded, averting my gaze sheepishly.

The response from Taehyung's grandmother, his mother, and aunt was unexpected—they erupted into laughter, their amusement echoing around the table. Even Beomgyu couldn't contain his amusement, joining in the laughter. However, Taehyung, his father, and uncle exchanged confused glances, clearly bemused by the sudden uproar.

Taehyung, ever the curious one, decided to inquire further, his question innocent yet unaware of the context. "What is smut?"

I quickly interjected, " It's nothing! "

Grandmother started laughing harder at that. Beomgyu asked grandma, " I am surprised you know the meaning of smut"

She replied coolly, " I love romance novels. There is at least one chapter of smut in all romance novels"

Taehyung's father's genuine curiosity echoed across the table. "I'm still in the dark about the meaning of smut."

Amidst the chuckles and light-hearted banter, his aunt chimed in with a playful tone, "Some things are better left unsaid, don't you think?"

Taehyung's mother, however, seemed to hold a different perspective. "Oh no, Taehyung should know. It's important for him to understand what his husband writes and desires."

As the conversation veered unexpectedly into uncharted territory, my cheeks flared an even deeper shade of red, my embarrassment now reaching new heights. The family's open and casual approach to this unexpected conversation, though slightly uncomfortable, carried an underlying warmth and acceptance.

Taehyung's grandmother turned her gaze towards me, her expression teasing yet gentle. "Come now, Jungkook. Enlighten your dear husband on the meaning of smut."

I tried to form an answer, " It means- It means...."

Feeling overwhelmed by embarrassment, I stumbled over my words, unable to articulate the meaning of "smut." My face flushed with heat, and without another thought, I hastily covered my cheeks with my palms and bolted from the dining area. The garden seemed like a refuge—a place to compose myself and escape the mortification.

As I found a moment of peace amidst the flowers and trees, a comforting hand landed gently on my shoulder, drawing my attention. Taehyung's concerned gaze met mine, his words carrying a note of genuine concern. "I'm sorry if the conversation at the table made you uncomfortable. I apologize on their behalf," he expressed, his voice laced with sincerity.

I shook my head vehemently, wanting to ensure Taehyung understood that his family's joviality didn't cause me discomfort. "No! They didn't make me uncomfortable. I was just embarrassed. The meaning is kind of embarrassing," I explained, my cheeks still tinged with a lingering blush.

Taehyung's relieved expression mirrored my own feelings, yet his curiosity persisted. His request made my blush deepen, but I appreciated his understanding and openness. "So... if you are not uncomfortable, would you mind telling me the meaning of smut?" he gently inquired, his tone careful and considerate.

Caught between the desire to be open with Taehyung and the awkwardness of the subject, I hesitated for a moment, fidgeting slightly. "Well, um, smut is... it's a term often used to describe explicit or provocative content, particularly of a sexual nature, in written works, like intimate scenes" I finally managed to articulate, my words a bit rushed as I tried to maintain a balance between clarity and discomfort.

Taehyung smiled and took a step closer to me, our faces a few inches from my face, " is that why you were embarrassed to tell me? don't be embarrassed. we are going to do it someday. you know"

I nodded while blushing, my eyes stuck on his eyes. 

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We made our way back to the dining table, where the family still savored their breakfast. The ambiance shifted, the earlier awkwardness dissipating into an easy camaraderie as we settled in. Conversation topics meandered effortlessly, flowing from one anecdote to another. The atmosphere brimmed with laughter, each member sharing tales from their past or playful banter.

Taehyung's grandmother regaled us with stories from her youth, embellishing them with vivid details that brought the narratives to life. Taehyung's father, with a twinkle in his eye, shared amusing anecdotes about his workplace, drawing chuckles from everyone. His mother, nurturing and warm, effortlessly steered the conversation toward lighter subjects, eliciting tales of travel and shared experiences.

Beomgyu, with his infectious energy, injected lively commentary and witty remarks into the mix, adding a youthful exuberance to the table. His aunt's graceful presence and quick wit seamlessly blended with the familial banter. It was evident how each member contributed to the lively dynamic, creating an atmosphere that felt both familiar and welcoming.

I found myself immersed in the tapestry of their conversations, listening attentively, occasionally adding my own anecdotes or thoughts. Despite the initial awkwardness about "smut," the openness and warmth of Taehyung's family made me feel accepted and appreciated. The laughter that echoed around the table filled me with a sense of belonging. Their fun-loving nature and genuine care enveloped me, making me realize how fortunate I was to be a part of this family.

As the morning meal came to an end, I couldn't help but smile. The meal had evolved into a beautiful tapestry of stories, jokes, and shared laughter—a testament to the closeness and love within Taehyung's family.