Sungjoon's Pov:

School has been canceled this whole week. Nobody really knows why. I've been pretty lonely. Jungkook left after my mom got home earlier this week. I decide that I need to get out of the house. I usually only come out when it's night, but it can't hurt, can it?

I grab my jacket and prepare myself for the fall cold. I lock the door of our apartment, taking in my surroundings, the brisk air already dancing across my skin.  I breathe in, only to get an overwhelming smell of must and weed from down the hall. I sigh and walk downstairs, wanting to get out of this shitty place I call my home. 

I jog to the park across the street. I find my tree circle and sit, instantly relaxing in my quiet utopia of trees and privacy. I lay my head back and hum to myself silently. I am finally feeling like I'm actually starting to feel content until I hear and chuckle and I freeze. "Princess!" I roll my eyes. "What, Suho." I sigh and turn, only to see him bending down to be eye level with me. "You didn't think you could run forever, did you, Princess?" I scoff. "I wasn't running and even if I was it wouldn't be that hard. You run like a boy." His eyes grow cold and he smirks, evilly. "You never listen, Princess. You just are a little bitch, aren't you?" He grabs my arm, harshly, pulling me closer to him. I gulp, feeling my heart speed from negative nerves. 

"Sungjoon! I've been looking for you everywhere!"

Jungkook's Pov:

I am walking around the park, getting away from my empty house for a little, when I hear an obnoxious voice. That's when I realize who it belongs to and I know who it's talking to when it mutters princess. I approach, slowly, not wanting to draw attention and to only help when it's time. She's a strong girl, she can handle herself. And besides, they're in a park, how far would he go here? I listen for a little bit, hearing her little, cute comebacks. 

" You never listen, Princess. You just are a little bitch, aren't you?" I see him grab her harshly and I swear I can see fear wash over her eyes for the first time since I've known her. "Sungjoon! I've been looking for you everywhere!" Her face lights up and she runs up and hugs me. "Thank you," she whispers. I pull away and smile. "The cars around the corner, go ahead and get in." I ruffle her hair and she nods, blushingly, and runs off to the car. I turn to Suho. 

"Don't go near her. She doesn't need you interfering with her life." He scoffs and shakes his head. "I'll stay away from your girlfriend for now, but not for long, pretty boy." I scowl at him as he walks away. I sigh and start walking to the car. I see her facing away from me and an idea pops into my head. I walk up to her as silently as possible. 

I wait for a second to pass to make sure she absolutely doesn't know I'm behind her. When I know the coast is clear, I wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her a bit, chuckling at her screaming to put her down. I put her down, only loosening my grip on her enough that she can turn around to face me. She huffs, hitting me on my chest. "You scared me." She pouts. I chuckle again. "A bird is going to poop on that lip of yours." She rolls her eyes, chuckling and squirming out of my grip. 

She goes to the passenger side and gets in. I chuckle, shaking my head. I follow her lead and get in on the driver's side. I buckle up and start driving. We pass her apartment building and she looks at me bewildered. "You just passed my building, Jungkook." I nod. "I did, didn't I?" She frowns. "But- where are you taking us?" I shrug. "We've already hung out at your house. Now you get to see where I spend my days alone." I wink for emphasis. She sighs, giggling. "You're a lot grosser than I first thought." My eyebrows raise and I frown, teasingly. "You didn't think I was gross when you first met me? Did you happen to think I was, oh, I don't know, handsome?" I wiggle my eyebrows and she sighs exaggeratedly. "Why, God, have you put me in this car with this thing." I chuckle. "Everything has a reason, Ms. Joon." 

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Sungjoon's Pov: 

"Welcome home, Sungjoon." The way he says home wraps around me like a warm blanket that I didn't want. I look around. It's huge, nice, fancy furniture adding to the aesthetic of a rich family's abode. "Woah. This is where you live, alone?" He nods, handing his jacket to a lady. "Me and the few staff." My eyes widen. "Staff?!" He smiles and shrugs. "I have a butler, a maid, and a cook. That's it, only three other people, but I've been with my butler since I was three. He's like a father figure since mines never home. He wants the best for me." In that moment, it hits me like a bus that maybe we have some things in common. 

"Does your parents being away from you ever make you sad or angry?" He starts walking up a flight of stairs and I follow suit. He continues walking until we reach a pair of double doors. He opens them, delicately as if they'll break and holds it open. He motions me to go in, so I do. My eyes widen at my sudden surroundings. A beautiful window seat to my right, a big bathroom to my left, a walk in closet dead ahead, and to top it off, a big, beautifully made bed in the middle. 

He touches my back gently, signaling towards the window seat. "Please, take a seat." I chuckle and nod. "Okay, Mr. Therapist." He chuckles, sitting down on his bed and shaking his head. It goes peacefully quiet for a while until he decides to break it. "To answer your question, yes, it does make me both sad and angry that they choose work over me. I know that them working all the time is the reason I'm able to have, this," he signals to everything in his room. "But sometimes I just wish I had my parents." He lets out a shaky sigh and that's when I notice the small, quiet tears rolling down his cheeks. I get up and approach him slowly.

"Jungkook," I sit next to him, wiping his tears. He leans into my touch slightly but pulls back. "I'm sorry for crying, I can be such a baby sometimes and it's silly anyway for me to be upse-" I shake my head, shushing him and hugging him, cuddling into his chest. He sighs, resting his head atop of mine, rubbing soft circles into my back. "It's not silly, Jungkook. I understand how you feel. My dad isn't around either, remember?" He freezes and chuckles, pulling away only enough so that he can see me. "That's so different. I shouldn't be complaining, should I? You have it so much worse than I do, Sungjoon." I shake my head.

"Just because I may have it worse in your mind doesn't mean that your problems matter any less than mine."

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Later update, sorry I couldn't publish it sooner. My summer homework has got me so stressed and I'm trying my hardest to get back into the schedule since I was gone for about a week.

Thank you for your patience <3