Taehyung and I decide to break the rules a bit and go to the arcade for a few hours before actually going back to his house to study. He holds my hand as we walk over to the biggest arcade in Busan. "Your mother won't be too mad will she?" He asks me. I shrug and look up at him, "So what." I whisper.

"You know. I want your mother to like me not hate me.", "Oh, shush. She thinks you're the cutest." I tell him. He smiles. "Oh yeah? Cutest of them all?" He asks me. "Of course Queen." I say, he laughs. "Why are you just so gorgeous?" He whispers as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and presses his forehead against my head. His lips inches away from my ear.

I smile and butterflies bang around in my stomach making me want to explode. "Don't question the genes Tae, it's just how it is." He laughs, making my stomach twist. He then kisses my cheek and we walk into the arcade. Of course, with it being a weekday. There's barely any people here, it's dead. Which means,  more room for us.

Taehyung instantly wants to play the pinball game so we walk over to the machine that makes the money into a playing card. Then he runs over to the pinball game.

"Taehyung.." I whisper as I lean against the pinball machine that has the show The Simpsons cartoon characters on it. "Yes?" He asks, slightly looking up at me before he goes back to watching the ball. It flies around when he hits it with the black flippers that sends the little white ball back into the playing field. The game becomes a loud mixture if sounds when it hits different bumpers with different characters faces on it.

I don't even know why I said his name, I continue to stare at his face. Not really understanding why I'm questioning my love for Taehyung. I could look back at all the amazing times I've had with Taehyung so far. Way too many for me to count.

**

"Can't we just cuddle all the time?" He asks me as he lays on his side and hugs me close to him. His bed is huge compared to mine and it's so comfortable. "If you'd like." I whisper. "But do you like?" He asks. "Sure." I reply. "Are you sleepy?" He asks. I chuckle. "You talk a lot Kim." He's then quiet.

I slowly open my eyes and he has his eyes closed. I turn in his arms and kiss his lips only to have him smile and hug me tight. "I love it when you talk my ears off." He chuckles. "I get out of hand, sorry." I shake my head and sweep his hair out off of his forehead and look at his face as I tilt my head.

"Don't apologize." I say quietly as I twirl strands of his hair between my fingers. He just blinks at me and says nothing. But this silence is comforting and I like staring at his face. "I have nothing else to say." I laugh at his words. "That's okay too." I nod. I run my fingers over his eyebrows to place the hairs back into a nice clean look.

He then throws his bottom lip out and waits for me. But I like to tease so, "What?" I ask him. He makes a whimpering sound. "What are you? A puppy?" I ask. He nods and whimpers again. I lean in, but to kiss his forehead. I then feel his hand grab my face, squishing it, to make me kiss his lips. I laugh before he lifts his head and kisses me.

**

"Yes... or... yes?" I throw my head back and laugh. "What!?" I screech. "Yes or yes?" He chuckles. "How is this a game?" I chuckle. "I made it up, so it's a game." I cover my face as I can't stop laughing. My face is heating up so much from laughing so hard. I might have a six back of muscles after this. "Jeeehehennie!" He laughs as he says my name. "Yes." I finally answer him. "But the first yes or the second yes?"

I literally toss myself on his living room floor, dying of laughter. "I don't want to play with you anymore." He says. "No! No no no." I say through laughs as I crawl over to him. "No, you're lame." He's about to crawl away when I leap at him. "Jennie!" He exclaims as he goes flying back and I land on top of him.

"You're lame, I don't want to play." He says again, "Nohoho I want to play." I whine as I try to control my laughs. He throws his head to look in the opposite direction of my face. "Taehyung! Don't throw a tantrum." I try to put my face in front of his but he turns his face. "Taehyung!" I cry and he just starts to laugh. "Stop it!" I exclaim.

He looks up at me and his hair falls off his forehead. "You look like a bean.", "WHAT!?" I scream and I get off of him quickly but when I'm about to run away, he pulls me back onto the floor with him. "Taehyung!" I exclaim as I laugh and throw my head back. He wraps his legs around me and traps me in his arms as he pushes down my wrists to my shoulders.

"I'm a bean?" He asks laughing. "Yes!" I yell. "I'm a BEAN!?" He asks me again. "YES!" I yell laughing again. "I'M A BEAN!?" I look at him with a serious expression, trying my hardest not to laugh. "Yes, Kim. Geeze. How many times do I have to tell you that you look like a bean?" He then laughs and takes me by surprise when he kisses my lips then pushes me to the floor and runs down the hall.

I'm literally in shock. "KIM TAEHYUNG!" I scream as I get up and run after him.

**

"One day, I'm going to wear all these clothes." I tell him as we pass by a very expensive clothing store. "You stick with me baby girl, and you'll wear everything in this store." I look up at him and smile only to have him smile back at me and wrap his arm around my shoulder. "You'd like me even if I didn't wear nice clothes."

"Of course. I like you now, don't I?" He laughs. "Taehyung!" I scream and he runs down the sidewalk away from me, and I run after him.

**

"Well. When I was smaller. My parents were never home and they got me a dog." He explains to me. I turn on my side and look at him. I bend my arm and use my hand for head support. We're laying in the park relaxing and just talking. I look at his face as he looks up at the sky and tells me about stuff in his past.

"I loved him so much... he was a little pure white Pomeranian mix dog. He was so little and cute and he ran and played with me everywhere." He smiles up at the sky because of the memory. Then he frowns. "I loved that dog a lot. But one day I came home from school and he was gone." His eyebrows knit. "He meant so much to me, he was the only one who cared about me. He was my only friend and he looked after me. And like everything else in my life, he was gone."

"Well, you won't lose me." He then looks at me and smiles. "Even if you get bored of me?" He asks. "Get bored of you?" I ask. He nods. "Never." I smile. "Even if.. I cut my own bangs by accident?" He asks. I laugh. "Why would you do that?" I ask him. "It was by accident." He whines. I laugh. "Yeah." He thinks for a second. "Even iiiiiif... I do this face?" He flexes his face into the most hilarious expression I've ever seen.

I throw my head back and laugh. "I'll especially stay around for that face." He chuckles and looks up at me, a grin on his lips and his eyes look around my face. "I love you.." He whispers. I smile. "I love you too."

**

"Jennie?" I blink and he seems to be done with the game. "Uh?" I ask. "You were like.. frozen." He chuckles. "Oh." I smile, "Sorry." He shakes his head. "It's okay." He smiles back. "What games do you want to do next?" He asks. "The Mario cart games." I tell him. "Okay." He says and we run over to the two machines.

I instantly feel my stomach sink when I see who has the fastest and highest score on this game.

1st place: jjkook
2nd place: kgamer
3rd place: Lalisaaa

I clinch my jaw and swipe the card to play the game. Jungkook. Of course he'd be the first one. I think I saw his name in the first place slot of a lot of games here. Do they come here often? I don't ever remember coming with him recently. It can't be that he comes with... her. Why'd he bring her here?

A little turtle on a cloud pops up in front of me, which catches my attention. Taehyung has chosen the chocolate cake track. I hadn't even noticed that I picked Yoshi. Whatever, he's a good racer I guess.

3. 2. I step on the gas. 1. GO!

My car takes off and I leave Taehyung in my dust for a few seconds before he passes me up. "Oh now you don't!" I tell him as I maneuver around the computer simulated players. I then think about more memories... but they're not about Taehyung.

**

"Jungkook, stop moving." I whine. "Is this really going to make you a better makeup artist?" He asks. "Yes. Now stop moving." He lets out a breath and stays still as I apply eyeliner. "Ah! You didn't tell me you were going to put that black paint on me." He exclaims making the eyeliner swipe from his eye to his hairline.

I laugh. "Look what you did!" I exclaim. "You didn't tell me you'd put that on!", "You're such a baby!" I yell. He then fights back laughter. "Do I look hot yet?" I laugh. "No! You ruined it!" He gasps but laughs at the same time. "No no, I wanna look hot! Like.. I should be in the magazines next to IU." He nods. "Okay, well, you better stop moving so I can fix it."

He nods. He closes his eyes and I clean the eyeliner. "I'm twenty-five." He sings. "Shush!" I laugh. He laughs and finally stays still. "Look up." He looks at me. "Ah?" He asks. "Look up." I tell him again. He looks up with his whole head. "No!" I grab his face and I see his cheeks heat up. "Look up with your eyes not your whole face."

He looks up with this eyes and I use the little eyeshadow brush to apply eyeshadow under his eyes. "Aaaaaaaaaaah! I didn't know you were going to do that!", "Stop crying!" I yell at him. "This is so dumb!" He exclaims. "Too bad!" He looks at me mad. "I'm going to shed a tear on purpose and ruin it."

"No! Jungkook! Please, don't. I worked so hard on this." I cry. He laughs. "Stooop." I shake his shoulders and he let's me apply the shadow under his eyes, but while he whined the whole time. "Wait, mascara." I tell him. "Nooo." He whines. "Yes." I tell him. He then lets out a breath and slouches as I put on the mascara slowly.

"Oh my gosh! You lifted my eyelid!" He exclaims. "I'm sorry!" I tell him. "It made a sound after." He laughs. "Be quiet. I'm trying to concentrate." I quickly finish. "Okay, look at me." He then becomes serious and his eyes stare into mine. I tap my chin and think of what else can be missing.

"Ah! This new lip tint I got, it would go great with this look." I run over to my new makeup collection and grab the tint. It's a coral color that would go nicely with the peachy shimmery eyeshadow. "Okay.. now open your mouth like this." I demonstrate for him and he does it.

I accidentally squirt too much. "Dang it.. hold on." I tap some on my bottom lip so that there's not too much on my finger before I put the rest on his bottom lip. Which is the perfect amount now. I rub my lips together as I work on his lips. He's very quiet. "Okay, rub your lips together." I tell him. And he does so.

"Smile." I tell him. He smiles and some gets on his teeth. "Aye!" I exclaim as I get a tissue and rub his tooth. I also rub my finger and I look at my finished product. "You look so cute! Oh my gosh! I can't get over it. It looks so good." I exclaim. "It does?" He asks. I nod quickly. "Look."

I hand him a mirror and he looks at himself. "I'm so cute." He says. I laugh. "Duh, cause I did your makeup." I say. He hands me the mirror. "Now take it off." He says. "No." I say. He gasps. "I'm not going out like this!" I laugh. "Jennie!" He cries. I run downstairs and take out my phone ready to take a picture of him.

"Eomma!" I call my mother as Jungkook runs downstairs. "Jennie! You better not!" And I take a picture of his face before he can cover it. "Oh my goodness, he looks so cute." My mother says. He then looks really mad. "You did a good job kitty." She tells me and she takes a picture of Jungkook too. "Auntie!" He cries.

The front door then swings open. "Omg! The makeup is done! You look so cute!", "Eommaaa!" He cries as his mother takes several photos of him. I can't stop laughing.

**

"What's this for?" He asks as I use a old makeup brush to apply the substance. "It's for black heads." I tell him. "I don't have black heads. You have black heads." He says. "Watch, I bet when we take it off of your face, stuff will come off." He then looks scared. "Take it off? What?", "It's a peel off mask."

"Nooooo, is it going to hurt?" He asks. "Probably." He pulls his head away from me. "Jennie, no." I grab his face. "Jungkook, Yes." He looks at me. "Are you going to put one on too? He asks. "No.", "Jennie! But you're putting one on me!", "So What! Stop crying." He looks up at the ceiling with a pissed off look on his face.

I laugh. "You just... uuuuugh.", "Stop talking, you know you love me." I tease him. He just stays quiet and I finish putting the mask on his face. "There's a sweet Jungkook." I smile and fix the two ponytails in his head that I put so that no hair would get in the mask. "This is not fun." He whine. "You know, a lot of the times you're just so nice. And the other times you're all cry baby mode." He lets out a head breath through his nose and sits there.

"Can I paint your nails?" I ask him. "What? No. I'm not a girl." He says. I smile, "Please please please Kookie." I whine, knowing that he'll give in to me. "What color?" He asks. I walk over to my nail polish collection that's on a cute little white shelf. "Peach." I say grabbing it. "I seriously don't know why I let you do all of this to me." He mumbles as I walk over to him.

"Shush Shush! I'm making you look fabulous." I tell him. "Next we'll Nair your legs." I tell him. "You'll what?" He asks. "Nair, it's this cream you put on your legs and arms and other places to remove hair." I explain. "Jennie, no." He says, not really able to move his face now as the mask hardens a bit. "Why not? A lot of girls like boys who don't have leg hair."

He blinks a couple of times, "Do you?" He asks. "Yeah, why not?" I hear him humming trying to decide if he'll let me Nair his legs. "I guess." He whispers. "Yay! Okay." I clap my hands. He just lets out a breath and looks at me.

**

"Ow! Jennie! Ow!" Jungkook exclaims as I pull up the face mask. "I'm sorry." I laugh. "You don't seem sorry." He whines. "It's not my fault you have facial hair." I tell him. I pull it off slower. "Ow." He whispers. "Oow." He says quickly. "Jennie, can't I just do it? Ow."

"No, you'll do it wrong." I tell him. "Is it even pulling anything out of my skin?" He asks. "Yes." I tell him. "I want to see.", "No, you have to wait." When the mask gets up to his nose I bring my face really close to his, wanting to see the stuff get pulled out of his pores. I see his eyes widen a bit and he stiffens up.

"See! You did have stuff." I tell him as I pull the mask slowly. Then I do the rest a little faster and the mask is off. "That hurts so much, never do that again." He tells me. "Here, look. This stuff was in your face." I show him. "Oh." He whispers. "I clean my face all the time I thought..." He then makes a face. "That's sort of gross."

"Okay!" I clap my hands together. "Legs!" He then makes a straight face. "Jennie no."

**

"Jennie." He whines, "all you do is cry." I tell him. "It burns. Is it supposed to burn?" He asks. "Mmm. I didn't read the warnings.", "Jennie.. oh my gosh." I laugh. "It's not funny!" He cries. "This is an adventure Kookie, being a girl.", "Girls don't read the warnings?" He asks. "Do you?" I ask him.

He just sits back and lets me finish his leg. "That's what I thought." I whisper. "Okay. I'm going to wipe it off now." I tell him. It's been sitting for five minutes. "Yes, please. Take it off." I grab a damp towel and run it up his leg, cause I didn't read which way you're supposed to rub it off.

"Oh, ewe." I laugh. The little towel looks like I dried a dog. "My legs aren't that hairy, the heck." He says. "I know." I tell him. Honestly, he barely has any hair but I just like doing girly things to him cause I don't have sisters to do things like this with. So I torture him instead. "Oh, it's so patchy. You might have to shave them." I tell him.

"Jennie." He cries. I laugh. "Soooooorry." I chuckle. He let's out a breath and looks down at me with a straight face. "Loooove yoooou." I sing as I laugh and try to wipe the rest of it off. He just stares at me and says nothing.

**

"Jungkookie." I whisper. "Yes?" He responds. "Do you ever wonder where your father is?" I ask him. He's silent. I roll over on my bed and look down at him as he lays on the floor. On my rug with several pillows under his head. "No." He finally says. "My father never loved me.. why would I want to know or even wonder where he's at?"

I frown, I fold my hands on the bed then set my chin on top of them and look down at him. "I'm sure he loved you." He shakes his head and looks at me. He looks really sad and I want to just hug him. "No. He didn't." He stares at me for a few seconds and then looks up at the ceiling.

"Lay with me." I whisper. He then looks at me again, "Up here." I pat my bed. He then stands up and I make room for him on my bed. He lays next to me and I press my head against his shoulder and hug his bicep. He's the closest thing I have to a brother. I'm happy that I have him. "Are you missing your father? Is that why you asked me?" He whispers.

My eyebrows knit and I shut my eyes, and it's like he knows. "It's okay." He whispers. "Thank you for being here Jungkook. I don't know what I would do if you weren't here." I whisper to him. "That's what friends are for." He says.

**

"I won." I tell him. "Wow, I could have beat you." He tells me. "Yeah right." I shake my head. He smiles and I bring my body close to his as we walk over to another game. "You Okay?" He asks. I nod and he wraps his arm around me. Then we go on to play a couple more games.

Why don't I feel the same anymore?

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