song of the chapter: take on me - acoustic version

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"Honey."

"Dae—she's not waking up, why is she sleeping on the couch?"

"Wake up, Dae."

I groan at the feeling of someone shaking me. Only to realize, almost dozing off, that my mother is the one trying to wake me up.

Then I remember that Jungkook is sleeping on the couch with me.

I sit up rapidly, startling my mom. I start feeling cold in my side. Looking to my left, I realize that Jungkook is nowhere to be seen.

He left.

"Mom." I say as I sigh, passing my hands through my face.

She has her hands on her hips, "Care to explain why you were sleeping on the couch when you have a room upstairs?" she inquires.

Nodding I try to explain, "I wanted to try something new, I guess."

Yeah, that's a good excuse.

No it's not.

"Yeah right. Anyway," mom says, "your father is running errands so I'm going to go out for a jog."

Nodding I stand up and hug her. Occasionally I try to show affection to my parents. They mean everything to me.

"Love you. Call me if anything, I'm going to wash up and eat something." I tell her, embracing her.

My mom hugs me, patting my back as she leaves a kiss on my hair.

I watch her leave before I start walking to the bathroom. Before I do, the door bell rings.

I furrow my eyebrows.

Who might it be?

Sighing I walk toward the door, standing before it.

"Who is it?" I ask.

I hear a silence before the person starts speaking, "It's me."

I form my hands into fists, concealing my anger.

Bree's here. She's possibly looking for Jungkook.

"Jungkook's not here–"

"I'm not here for him, please open the door. I need to talk to you." she begs, her voice breaking.

I maintain the silence.

Bree pleads, "Dae-Dae, I need someone to talk to. You haven't responded to my calls or texts. I'm sorry–"

"There's someone else who you should be apologizing to," I say sharply, "not me. Now if you excuse me I'm going to wash up." I respond.

"Dae! Are you taking his side?" she asks, her tone of voice switching to an accusatory one.

I chuckle, "What you did is wrong." I state.

Bree pounds hard on the door once, scaring me, "I'm your family! Family is above everything-"

"That doesn't mean that I'll suddenly forget about what you did, Bree," I stare at the door, knowing she's behind it, "you should go back to your apartment. Take care."

Ignoring her pleads and her crying, I try to not feel guilty. The only thing is I do feel guilty, she's still family after all. But what she did was wrong and she should be held accountable for it.

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I hold my phone to my ear, as I sit with all the paperwork on my bed. College life isn't easy. My parents had their usual date night on Friday's while I stayed here alone to finish studying.

"Thanks for leaving before. If not my parents would've gone crazy."

"Yeah. I left after you fell asleep and I was sobered up."

"How are you feeling?"

"Better than last night, for sure."

"Why is that?"

"Because I have you in my life again."

"Jungkook now is not the time–"

"I know. My bad. On another note, I am staying at Jimin and Taehyung's apartment."

"You are?"

"Yeah, I crashed at their place after I left your house. They let me stay as long as I need to."

"Good. I'm glad that you have a place to stay."

"Same here. Hey Dae, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah. Anything."

"Can you come outside for a second?"

"Wait, are you outside my house?"

"Maybe. Sorry, that sounds stalker-ish but yeah. I want to go out to eat with you."

"Jungkook, I would like to but I'm catching up on all my notes for the test next week and I don't think I'll be able to go out tonight."

"I can help you with that! We can order delivery food."

"Are you sure?"

I jog downstairs, getting to the front door and opening it quickly.

There he is. He wears a grey sweatshirt with blue baggy jeans, adorned with his balenciaga sneakers. His hair is tousled but still, he looks perfect.

"Dae?" he asks, snapping me out of my shock.

I gulp, "Yeah." I hang up my phone, placing it in my pocket before looking at him once again.

"Your pajamas are cute." He says, a smile adoring his face.

So cute.

Wait, my pajamas?

I stare down at my clothing, widening my eyes.

I forgot I was wearing my embarrassing teletubbies pajamas that I bought that one time when I spent time with my little cousins. Great.

"Shut it," I say embarrassingly, passing my hands through my face, "just come in."

He laughs, stepping inside.

"So. Ready to study?" he asks as we come up into my bedroom.

Right. We are studying.

Or so we thought. We spent all the time talking to each other, laughing, and reminiscing on the good old times we had together. Both him and I forgot about our current situation as we went back to the past, listening to the song that meant a lot to us back in the day.

The song we heard during our first kiss. Take on me.

"Whenever I listen to the song, I remember that night when we kissed." Jungkook responded as we layed on my bed.

I smile, remembering how we were both nervous but ended up kissing so suddenly.

My laugh fills the space, "Remember how I got so nervous that my hands were sweating?" I say.

Jungkook laughs, "Of course I do. I was even more nervous that I accidentally bit your lip–"

And that's were I can't stand it anymore and start laughing loudly. I try to conceal it with my hands over my mouth but I cannot.

I feel Jungkook start moving beside me. My eyes are closed as I continue cackling.

"You are just laughing at my misery." he jokes as he starts tickling me.

No. I'm just happy to have you here with me.