Good Afternoon - jungkook · Y/n story by @riri127

The July heat clung to your skin like a second layer, thick and unhurried. The road back from the Kim's house was quiet, the kind of quiet you’d forgotten existed—no sirens, no bass from a passing car, no chatter spilling out of open windows. Just the sound of your sandals against the pavement and your mother’s light humming beside you.

Mrs. Y/l/n

She’s doing well, isn’t she? For a first-time mother.

You hummed in agreement, your mind still half-somewhere else. A nap. You were going to take a nap the second you got home.

Mrs. Y/l/n

I remember when you were that small. You never slept. Ever. I think I aged ten years in your first six months.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. The road stretched ahead, lined with familiar fences and the occasional passing car. It was peaceful. It was exactly what you needed after the chaos of finals and the breakup—

Mrs. Y/l/n

Don’t look at them too long. You’ll attract attention.

You snorted. You attracting attention. Right.

Jungkook

Good afternoon.

His voice was soft, polite. Not rehearsed. Just natural. He nodded at your mother first, then his eyes flickered to you—brief, respectful, curious.

Mrs. Y/l/n

Good afternoon.

You echoed it absently, your feet already carrying you past them. Your mother kept her head high, and you followed, the moment slipping away as quickly as it had come.

Mrs. Y/l/n

At least one of those boys was raised properly.

You glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

Mrs. Y/l/n

Six boys standing there and only one greeted us.

You

Maybe the others didn’t see us.

Mrs. Y/l/n

Don’t defend them.

You laughed quietly, shaking your head. Your mother, still walking, gave a small, pointed hum of approval.

Mrs. Y/l/n

Good manners. You can tell a lot about a man from how he treats a stranger’s mother.

You didn’t respond. The heat was getting to you, and all you wanted was cool water, your childhood bed, and silence.