12

                                    

                                          
It's been a few weeks since your party and since then, you've noticed the change in how Jungkook is around you. His look isn't as intimidating anymore, and he's had moments when he'd looked you in the eyes while you talked. He looks more relaxed, jaws no longer clenched and eyebrows not anymore perpetually scrunched, the usual stoic and cold expression he has now a little more, well, welcoming. 
He still doesn't respond to every single question you ask but he's answered some, the ones that don't reveal much about him but you take those as little wins. Your favorite part, though, are the moments he holds back a smile or a laugh that you cause, and you can't deny the way your heart flutters whenever he does.
You reckon it's not part of his image and you enjoy him cracking a little bit, especially when he purses his lips every time you get embarrassed or when you share to him and Mr. Sim some work accomplishment. 
He's still the same meticulous and serious bodyguard who assesses every place you go to, reprimands you for going to the same cafe three times in a row, and keeps a close watch during every event you go to. 
You'd like to believe that he's relieved that your attendance to parties has decreased, no thanks to your "friends" proving to you that they indeed don't deserve such title, although the fashion shows and movie premieres and galas still continue. He doesn't resist as much as he used to whenever you get him a new suit to fit the theme of an event, and you revel in the fact that he easily gives in to your requests now.
Jungkook, on the other hand, isn't as thrilled as you are when it comes to the changes, as he mentally smacks himself every time he answers your questions on how his weekend was or if he'd eaten well or if he wants to take a rest. His smiles and laughter, which he mostly successfully bites back, come naturally. He still curses himself though, as he knows you notice.
"You're going soft on her, yeah?" Jin has teased. "By the way you talked about her, she never seemed terrible. That was all you."
Jungkook would usually counter this but he felt he'd be lying if he did. You're a lot of good things, he'd give you that, and being alone with you is no longer the most terrible thing for him.
It's why when he got the call that he would have to drive you on a Sunday because Mr. Sim had a family emergency, Jungkook didn't feel like cursing his own existence. 
He goes to your house as instructed and is met with a surprised look on your face. You're dressed in jeans and a printed shirt, perhaps the simplest you've looked since that morning after your party.
"Oh, Mr. Han called you," you say. "I told him to get someone else to drive for me because it's your day-off."
"Everyone's on assignment because your uncles are here," Jungkook explains. "It's fine, really. I don't have anything important to do."
"Okay, then. I would've rescheduled but I miss them already," you say as you walk to the car with him.
"Them?"
"The kids," you smile. 
**
It's an orphanage on the outskirts of Seoul, you tell Jungkook, one you visit every Sunday when it's his day off, hence why he'd never been there before. 
You'd learned about this place because Mr. Sim and his wife adopted their children from there, a lovely brother and sister pair you'd met only a handful of times but know so much about because you enjoy your chauffeur's stories about them. 
Your curious attitude and knack for learning about people you're surrounded with is how you found out about this bit about Mr. Sim's family, and it's why a few times when you were younger, you'd had  him take you with him whenever he visited, as his children often asked him to say hi to the friends they met there who unfortunately had not been adopted.