Jungkook POV

"Jeon! Get your sorry-ass no good dumb shitty self down here!"

I slowly rolled on my bed before I fell completely off.

"Fuck..." I groaned as I rubbed my sleepless eyes. I was having dreams of unicorns!!!! I'm kidding😂 but still! There were fucking bunnies everywhere!!!! Not to mention in the field of flowers and bunnies was this really angelic dude or babe? I couldn't tell if it was a guy or girl... but damn. That booty be poppin. I really (J)Hope it's a guy tho... I'm so straight , Jesus asked me to sit on a rainbow.

I shaggily got up and dragged my heavy muscle built body to the kitchen as I smelled the air full of cupcakes and... What is this? Pancakes? It's been fucking forever since I smelled proper pancakes in this killer strike house! Yah I lived in a mansion, I live with my teammates tho. They are like family. Ones I DON'T kill for fun.🙂

"Jimin is that you?" I asked dreamily with my eyes closed letting my nose guide me to the kitchen where the heavenly scent was being emitted from. I gently hugged the person at the stove. He had a pink apron on, but what made me think twice was the person at the stove was slightly taller then me. I finally opened one of my eyes after making the discovery. I didn't let go, thinking the unknown guest might catch on. As I got ready to put the unknown into a headlock he put a hand on mine and cherished it slowly.

"It's been awhile Kookie, how have you been?" I gasped a bit and stood quiet. I know who it is. Now I don't want to let go. "Don't you miss me?"

"Of course I do..." I snuggled into him more and hugged tighter around his slim waist. "I missed you so much, Jinnie Eomma."

He turned around as I stayed at his waist, since I grew and my face was typically stuck to his hip. I was bent in a weird angle. Yes, I killed my parents. But I took Jin hyung who cared for me during the time as my mother figure and Namjoon hyung as a father figure. I love them dearly and I always loved them more then my greedy parents. I don't have to deal with them anymore, they're dead anyways.

As I clung onto Jin eomma like a baby bear, he walked around the kitchen as if I wasn't even there. I mean I did it since I was small, hanging onto his hips till he set me in his lap to feed me. So here I am, like a lost puppy, throughout the cooking progress, in the kitchen, on a weird angle.

"Hey don't burn the kitchen?-" jimin hyung, stood at the entrance of the kitchen frozen looking at the position I was in and pointed to the dinning table and followed his own direction. I ignored the weird action and cuddled even more, my back was killing me especially since my nights are sleep deprived.

"Jungkook?"

"Yes eomma?"

"Go to the dinning room."

"Eomma~."I whined but still not letting go.

"Jungkook, are you sure your 20? You still act like my 13 year old baby." Eomma said smiling at me. I smiled back. Honest it's been awhile since I was this content. Then it hit me, where was he the last 7 years?

I may be the king of gangsters but still I have soft spots, one being my family. The people I am with now. But the softest spots for Jin. I always seem to be able to express my feelings to him tho I don't do it to anyone else. It's been 7 years since I expressed my feelings properly. Trying to get physiatrist to council me, but they always gave me to much pity, or to afraid of me after they hear my story. What happens to the ones that don't please me?

I kill them.

A life that can't help me when I want it is helpless and hopeless under my vision.

My vision blurred as the tears that weren't shedded for 7 years hoist their self to the frame of my eyes. I sobbed, broken.
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Weak side of kook.