• Few Days after Manoban Family trip •
- Jungkook is back home -

"Do I really have to go?" I ask. She looks at me with a upset expression. "Yes, you have to go. We've done this since you were a baby, and we're not stopping now just because you can't grow up and face Jungkook and his girlfriend." She says, wow, she's really annoyed with me. "I'm not losing my only friend to you, okay? You're going to have to suck it up, I know you're my daughter and I can be straight up with you." She pauses.

"And if you don't, you know that's disrespectful." She tells me, I wouldn't want to be disrespectful. I look up to Jungkook's mom like a second mother, I'm just going to have to suck it up for my mother. Even if I really don't want to see the blonde. I'm already really annoyed and I don't even want to look at her face, and I haven't even seen her yet. I don't get it. They have a whole weekend together and now she's having dinner with us. Don't they ever leave each other? Like. Um. There's such thing as space? Or are their personal space bibles the size of hamsters? I'm real damn curious.

It's not like Taehyung and I were always jointed at the damn hip and walking around like conjoined twins. And honestly, I sometimes like the space from Taehyung. It's clear to me that I don't have a thing for Jungkook. He's just my brother, and that's final. He's my brother. He's my brother.

I hate the blonde, and he's my brother. I can do this. "You can do this Jennie. You're a amazing perfect human being who is gorgeous in every way and you don't need to even look at her for the rest of the day. Yes, you don't have to look at her, not for a single second." I tell myself, I nod. "Okay, let's go Jennie. We're heading over right now." My mother says with the dessert in her hands. I lock my jaw and stare at the front door.

"Okay, Eomma." Is all that I answer. She already knows that I don't mean it. "Jennie, don't you start. I know when you act this way that you don't mean it.","What don't I mean Eomma? I told you I don't want to go.", "If it was just Jungkook you'd be fine, but the fact that his girlfriend is going to be there. You don't want to go."

"It's only because Taehyung and I are were problems and I didn't really want to be around other people who are in a relationship. It makes me confused about my feelings about Taehyung." I tell a fib, she has no idea that Taehyung and I are made up and he came over yesterday when she was sleeping and ran out of the house when she wasn't looking. "I just don't understand how they can be all over each other after a weekend together." I cross my arms over my chest, my mother raises her eyebrow. "That was you and Taehyung when you two first started dating." She says.

"Nah uh!" I rebuttal. "Oh yes Jennie, you were all over that boy like bees on a opened can of soda in the spring." I want to laugh at her analogy. "But then I don't know what happened and you guys have been off and on like crazy." Her face scrunches, "Isn't it exhausting?" She asks. I shrug not really able to answer her simple question. I want to say, yes. It's exhausting, but I don't know why I can't say it. There's something inside me that makes me not want to talk about what I feel about being off and on so much. "I still don't want to go." I mumble, changing the subject.

"Ha. I guess that's just too bad isn't it?" My mother taps my nose and turns to leave the house. My jaw drops. My mother is a straight up savage. I throw my head back in a silent tantrum, before I follow my mother out of the house and lock the door.
We walk right over to Aunties house.

I'm on my way to hell.

**

I look at her as she helps my mother make dinner, a stupid smile on my lips. "It's so sweet of you to want to help out Lalisa, you really don't have to." My mother tells her. She smiles. "Oh, don't worry about it Ms. Jeon. I don't mind helping at all." She says. "Awe, Lalisa. You are of great help, maybe you can teach something to Jungkook. He always adds too much salt." My mom says as she looks over at me and laughs.

My jaw drops. "Because my fingers are bigger than yours." I explain. Lalisa smiles. "It's okay Jungkookie." My mother chuckles. I lean against the counter and watch her. "Oh! Jungkook help Lalisa, I have a new theme for the dining table and you wouldn't know what to do." My mom explains, she walks out of the kitchen and I stand up straight. "So, Chef Lalisa, show me something." I say as I walk over to her, she looks at me. "Well, first wash your hands." She tells me.

"These hands?" I ask. She nods, facing me. "Yes, those hands." She says. I smile and walk closer to her. "Jungkook, no don't do it." She laughs, knowing what I'm going to do. "Whatever do you mean?" I ask in a sarcastic tone. Her back hits the counter and I take my chance to use my fingers to tickle her. The kitchen fills with her laughs. "Jungkook, we're supposed to be helping." She says quietly through laughs. I stop tickling her and wrap my arms around her.

"Is this better?" I ask. She lets out one last laugh. "No, we have to cook." She says looking up at me. "Nah." I whisper. "No, yes. I want to impress your mother with my cooking skills." She says. "She's already obsessed with you, she doesn't need to fall in love with you. You're mine." I tell her. She smiles, "Nooo." She says. I nod, "Of course she is." She looks surprised. "I always thought that she was being nice just saying all those things.", "No, she'd never say something and not mean it. She's obsessed with you more than I am." I lean towards her and press my lips against hers. She chuckles against my lips.

"Jungkook, we have to cook." She whispers though she doesn't pull away from me. I lightly shake my head "No." and I hold her face with my hands. I press my lips completely against hers. I then hear the front door open. Please don't come into the kitchen. Please don't come into the kitchen. I hear the mothers talking before I hear footsteps heading in our direction. "Jungkook? I'm going to put this in the refrigerator." I hear behind me, I instantly step away from Lalisa and her face turns a bright pink.

"Okay." I tell her. "Thank you, sorry I interrupted." I shut my eyes and wait to hear her walk away. I open my eyes to see her hands on her face, I chuckle a bit. "It's okay." I tell her. Her eyes move to look behind me and I turn to see Jennie. She doesn't say anything, but she stares at Lalisa intensely. I look away from her and wrap my arm around Lalisa's shoulder. "Teach me." I tell her. "Mmm.. Okay." She whispers. I then finally hear her footsteps go away. I let out a breath and relax as Lalisa teaches me how to cook.

**

They're so gross, and no exaggeration. Why do they have to kiss in the workplace? Huh? I'm pretty disgusted if you ask me. I don't understand why they can't just not kiss. It gets on my last nerve. I roll my eyes and walk into the living room. I take out my phone and stare at it for a while, not knowing what I want to do with it yet. Maybe bash it into my head until I have a concussion and will be taken away from here. But, I figure that the best option is to just play one of my app games. "Jennie, did you offer to help with dinner?" I hear my mother making me want to vomit. "They got it mom, there's literally two of them." I say.

She stares at me. "Okay." Is all she answers before walking away. I stretch out along the couch and relax as I play the game on my phone. I then receive a text.

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Taehyung-
I know you're probably busy right now, because you always are when I text you. But I just want you to know that I'm thinking about you right now.
I love you.
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I stare at his text.

I love you.

Even after all we've been through, he still manages to love me. I honestly don't understand. I leave him on read to think about what to reply. And I can't reply right away, then he'd think I'm desperate or that I actually want to text him so bad. Which I sort of do. But that defeats the point of making him wait. I bite my lip and start to write what I want to tell him before I send it. I watch the clock on my phone. He's waited two minutes, I can send it now.

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Me-
I'm not busy right now
I'd never be too busy for you. And I've been thinking about you a lot too, especially since yesterday. Then we need to hang out like that again soon.

Taehyung-
Jennie, don't lie. You're always too busy when I text you. Sometimes you don't even reply to me.

Taehyung-
I hope you're thinking about me ❤️
And we will. Just say the word and I'm there to pick you up and head out somewhere.

Taehyung-
This is the kind of stuff you're supposed to be able to tell your boyfriend. I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. Please don't just shut me out... baby.

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I grin at the texts I've received from him. I turn off my phone and turn on my side, holding it to my chest. There's always this feeling in my chest when Taehyung makes an effort to talk to me. I don't know why I shut him out. Lately I don't know what I've been feeling. A lot of the times I love him, and other times I don't. Is this how love is supposed to be? What is the correct way to love anyways? I slowly close my eyes and grin. My phone then buzzes. I look down at it before picking it up.

"Hello?" I hear a deep voice, my heart racing. "Hey." I lay flat on my back and look up at the ceiling. I hear him let out a breath. "I honestly didn't think that you would pick up." He confesses. I lift up a hand and twirl hair in between my fingers. "I told you I'm not busy." I whisper. "Hmm." He hums. "Then go out with me.. right now." He says. I blink a couple of times. "Right now?" I ask him. "You say you're not busy." He chuckles. I bite my lip.

"I think my mother would be disappointed if I left." I hear him snort. "Why?" He asks. "I'm having dinner at Jungkook's house. It's like a monthly thing, and it just so happens to be the day after he came home from... Thailand.." I can hear his blood boiling from the other side of the call, or maybe it's just mine. "Oh, I see." He whispers. "But, I don't see why I have to stay, it's not like I'm important to the dinner or anything." It's silent. "Lalisa is there isn't she?" He asks, knowing very well that she gets on my nerves. "Yeah." Is all I have to say. "I guess you won't be able to go out with me then." He whispers. "Yeah." I whisper again. "That's a shame, I was looking forward to seeing you again."

"Don't you get enough of me? I saw you yesterday." I chuckle. "I never get tired of seeing you." I let out a breath and pull my hair in front of my face and look at the ends of my hair. Of course I don't have split ends, I care for my hair too much to let it look so ugly. "I know. I'd much rather be with you right now than be here." I hear him inhale. "So you're just waiting for dinner?" He asks. I nod as if he could see me. "Yes, it's painfully boring.", "Mmm.. I bet." I bite my lip and slightly smile. "What are you doing right now?" I ask him.

"I'm just in bed, bored out of my mind. With my new puppy Yeontan." He whines. "Aye, you got a puppy!?" He laughs, "Yeah, too bad you can't see him. He's the cutest thing ever.", "Cuter than me?" I ask him, only to gain a laugh from him. "Obviously not." It's quiet for a few seconds before I bite my lip, "You should come over to dinner." He hums as if thinking about my offer. "I don't know Jennie, am I allowed to come over?" He asks.

I shoot up and run over to the dinning room where my mother and Jungkook's mother are sitting and talking, while drinking Soju. "Eomma. Auntie. May Taehyung come over for dinner?" I ask in the most excited voice I can muster up. They look at each other and shrug. "I don't see why not." My auntie says. "That's fine.. I suppose." My mother mumbles. She must be thinking about the conversation we had earlier before we came, she's still a little angry at me. "Thank you." I say happily and trot back to the living room. "Tae-", "I'll be right there." I hear him. I smile wide and chuckle a bit.

"Okay." I say. "I'll see you in a bit." He says. "Okay." I repeat myself. "Bye." He whispers. "Bye." I reply, then the call ends. I feel some a sort of weight being lifted off my shoulders. I don't have to be here alone, Taehyung will be here and he'll hold me and love me like I want him to. I sit down at the couch happily and wait for Taehyung to arrive. Then I start to wonder.. what the hell is Jungkook and the blonde doing? Still cooking?

**

I my face heats up so much. "Jungkook, we have to cook." I whisper to him, though I don't pull away from him. He lightly shakes his head "No." and he holds my face with his hands. He presses his lips completely against mine, I'm not complaining one bit. His soft lips all over mine. Gentle. Caring. I'm completely hypnotized. I don't even hear people walk into the house. Jungkook then pulls away and I'm left discouraged. I then barely notice that there is Jennie's mother in the kitchen. My face heats up extremely quick and I'm embarrassed.

"Jungkook? I'm going to put this in the refrigerator." I hear in front of me, he instantly steps away from me and I'm sure that my face turns a bright pink. "Okay." Jungkook answers to her. "Thank you, sorry I interrupted." I look up at Jungkook and he has his eyes closed. I just look down at my hands and wait for it all to be over. I set my hands on my face, my cheeks are burning up like I have a fever. Jungkook chuckles a bit. "It's okay." He tells me, making me blush even more. I then feel a chill run through my body and all the little hairs on my neck stand up. My eyes that are set on Jungkook's brown eyes, slowly move away from him.

There she is, staring at me with death in her eyes. It's like she's staring at me really hard to see if my head will explode, or she's trying to be Darth Vader wanting to choke me with her mind. My body stiffens and I don't really know what to do. It's like those scary movies when there's a evil spirit following you. And they begin to get closer and closer, and when they're closer than before all you can do is freeze up. I don't know. That's how I feel right now.

Jungkook then turns his head and looks at Jennie. As expected, she doesn't say anything, but she stares at me intensely. She doesn't even care that Jungkook is watching her stare at me like this. He looks away from her and wraps his arm around my shoulder. I begin to feel really safe, I feel secured. Like no one could ever hurt me, not even Jennie.

"Teach me." Jungkook says to me. "Mmm.. Okay." I whisper. I then finally hear her footsteps go away. I let out a breath and relax a lot more as I attempt to teach Jungkook how to cook. Then I could call him Jungcook. Okay, that joke was real bad. Just trying to make myself feel better here. "Don't mind her, okay? She never liked me hanging out with other people when we were friends." He tells me. I slowly nod. "Please cheer up, you're here with me." He whispers in my ear. Making all of my insides turn to slushie. Lalisa slushie anyone?

I look up at him. "Okay." I whisper. He grins and kisses my forehead before I continue to cook. At one point the mothers come into the kitchen and take over. "Jungkook, you should go to the living room so Jennie isn't all by herself." I feel his grip tighten on my shoulder. "I wanted to show Lalisa something in my room." He tells his mother, she looks a little iffy. Her face twitching in a certain way that seemed to be unsteady about Jungkook and I being alone in his room. What could she possibly think we'd do? Oh, the whole condom thing.. ooop.

"Fine, leave the door open and talk loudly." I almost laugh out loud. "Okay Eomma." Jungkook says, he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. My heart is pounding extremely hard and I don't know why. I've only been in his room once, but not like this where his mother suspects something more than Jungkook showing me something. I have no idea what he'd show me, but I guess we'll have to find out. I honestly feel my hand sweating in his. Oh my gosh, this is gross. How does he not think this is gross?

We make it into his room and it's very tidy. I look around that there's something missing. "I removed the couch weeks ago." He says. Oh, that's what's missing. "It was just real old, and it had too many useless memories that I wanted to get rid of." He explains to me. I grin. "Your room looks more spacious now." I tell him. "I know, I like it a lot more than when it had the couch." He then pulls me to the corner of his room where a book shelf is located. "But this is my favorite thing in my room." He explains. My eyes light up when I see a couple of pictures of Jungkook and I. "This is so cute." I tell him, letting go of his hands and walking up to the display of his pictures.

The picture of when we won first place at our cross country meet. When we went on the upperclassmen trip. A selfie that Jungkook took on our first date of the both of us. The picture we took before we left for the trip, wow.. his mother printed that pic real quick. "My mother sort of loves printing pictures." He explains, I smile. "And she especially likes the ones that you and I take together." I turn and look at him. His eyes stare intensely at me. Making my legs want to collapse and leave me on the floor. I should just live on the floor. He slowly smiles, and I smile back. Oh gosh, my heart again. My sweaty hands, mmmmm.

"Jungkook, you guys still up there? It's pretty quiet." I hear his mother. "Yes Eomma, we're up here. Just looking at the pictures you printed.", "Okay!" She sounds happy. He then looks back at me. "Why do you like looking at me so much?" I ask. He smiles wide. "Why wouldn't I?" He asks. I pout and set my hands on my hips. "Responding to my question with a questions isn't giving me an actual answer." I tell him. "Well, the answer is easy." He steps forward, and it's like every time he took a step forward, my heart would pick up speed. When he's up to me, he caresses my face.

"I love the shape of your eyes, your nose, the color of your skin, when you smile.. and most importantly." He lifts my chin. "I love your lips." He whispers. "When we kiss.." Love? He loves these things when he looks at me?

I never thought that someone could possibly love something about me.

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