SEVENTEEN
“Baby,” Jaeyong murmurs, his thumbs rubbing circles onto the back of my hands. “I know it’s different now, but I don’t expect my parents to completely change their behaviour towards you, either,” I swear my whole spine becomes jelly and I melt into the driver’s seat, shoulder pressed to it, becoming one with the car’s interior at those words. “They know you.”
“Jaeyong,” I whisper. “We had dinner together once since I got to Seoul, and that’s not enough to know who I grew up to be, who I am now. Think about it. There’s still some of that kid from eighth grade, yeah, but you’re also so different now. It’s the same thing with me, and I want to make a good impression. The best impression. This is different, you know it’s different. This isn’t casual for me.”
Jaeyong nods, thumbs s
