Jungkook

Being with Yoon's family was actually similar with my family though. Just that her mother died while giving birth of her. That's what she told me. Well, I know her better than anyone else.

You know, she was the only one here in her family, living with her father so you'd guess where did she get that harsh manner from. I can't be more surprised if she was a lesbian. Oh, no! That's damn disgusting. Good thing she was straight.

I was so in my thoughts about her when I felt a smack behind my head. I winced in pain and tilted my head to the culprit which was none other than Yoon.

"What are you thinking about?"

I rolled my eyes and heaved a sigh to her harsh attitude. I wonder, when will she'd change herself? But it's okay. I love her better like this. *wink*

"Why are you winking? Is your eyes hurt?"

I heard Mr Kim giggled at her lame jokes which I didn't find it funny but instead I feel annoyed because it's too lame but I give out a fake laugh because she was too lame. What a reason to live. I glared at her afterwards.

"You're so annoying, Yoon brat."

"Dad, he said I'm annoying."

Look at that pout. Ugh, she was so bipolar. One time she was cute like right now with those pouty lips and next you'll feel like slap the fuck out of her face because she's annoying.

"Well, I can't deny that. You're actually annoying to me."

"Dad!"

Mr Kim and I laughed at her reddish face as I squish her cheeks playfully like I used to. Mr Kim doesn't mind it because Yoon was kinda lonely without any siblings or even mother. So it's okay to be clingy with her.

"You annoying little bun."

I teased. She glared at me and snap my hand away. I giggled and continue to eat.

"Anyway, Jungkook. It's already late night. Just sleepover here. I'll call your dad later."

I almost choked on my foods when I heard that. I coughed a little while Yoon patted my back with that annoyed little face. I saw that, girl.

"Can you eat slowly? Tch."

She snapped as she hand me a glass of water. I drank it hungrily til it was finished and pant hardly. She was still patting me and caressing my back gently.

"Okay?"

I nodded. I saw her shaking her head and continue to eat before she speak up.

"If you don't like to sleepo—"

"I didn't say I don't like."

I cut. She scoffed at me and continue to eat her foods. Mr Kim giggled at us with a joking manner, I think so.

"Okay then, I'll prepare the guest room for you. Yoon, help me with the dishes, okay?"

I saw her nodded unwillingly and continue to eat her food as Mr Kim left us alone. I sighed when I looked at her. Suddenly feeling a bit pity to her.

Yoon

I could feel him staring at me and somehow, I felt uncomfortable. Not that he doesn't use to stare me but the gaze is so intense. I stopped eating and look at him. His eyes fixed on mine which caught me hypnotized. Well, his eyes were sparkling. Don't blame me. Everyone would be like me too.

"Yoon?"

I snapped out from my thoughts about him and look away, started to pick up all the dishes.

"Yoon?"

"What is it?"

I asked but he hold my wrist, preventing me doing what I'm doing. Okay, this is unusual. He wasn't like this. Well, I managed this. I yanked his hand away and look at him.

"Yes, Jeon. Is there anything wrong?"

"Marry me."

He said. My eyes widened when I heard that. This is not him. I swear. He is not like this. I stood up and clutched his collar.

"You. You are not Jeon Jungkook. Get the hell out of his body, you little asshole. I know he himself is an asshole but that doesn't mean you can get into his body."

I shook his body violently. He was struggling to freed himself and push me away. I tumble down on my seat. He hugged himself and look at me in fear.

"What the hell are you doing? You're killing me."

"Jungkook?"

I called. Seriously, he scared me. I was so in shock when he propose me. It was seriously not him. I know he's clingy and all but saying these kind of thing is just not him. I know him. That was not him.

"Yes, I'm Jeon Jungkook. And what is wrong with you, Kim Yoon?"

I immediately hugged him like my life depends on him. My life actually depends on him to be honest.

"God. I thought you're being possessed by some shit."

I said. He pushed me away and look at me which is in disbelief. I know his features very well though.

"P-Possessed? I-Is there a-any g-ghost here?"

He asked. An idea then popped in my head as I secretly smirk at him. I crossed my arms and lean on the backseat.

"Yes. I got possessed by them when I first moved here."

"Y-You g-got possessed?"

I nodded frantically as he leaned closer to me. Looks like he believe in me but I was wrong! He flicked my forehead hardly that I winced in pain, rubbing the pain area.

"You think I'm scared? Tch! As if! I watched a lot of horror movie more than you."

He boasted. I rolled my eyes and stood up to clear the dishes. He followed me behind to the sink and helped me dried the dishes and utensils.

"Yoon."

He called while wiping the plate dry. I hummed in reply, washing the plates.

"Don't you miss your mom?"

That hit me a lot. Thanks, dude. I sighed a little.

"Well, a lot."

I answered. He was being weird all so sudden and it makes me worried if he ever had a bad day but his whole day was spent with me, alone. How could he had a bad day? Maybe something happe—

"Of course you miss her. What a silly question."

He let out a faint chuckle. I stopped doing the dishes, close the tap and swirled him to face me.

"You're being weird all of sudden, Kook. Did something happened?"

He had his head hung low, staring at his fingers. He look sad. I pulled his chin up.

"Tell me, what happened?"

"I miss Haera."

This time, I am so done with his bullshit. I scoffed as I continue to do the dishes.

"You sure you don't want to help me, Yoon? I really like her though."

"Shut your damn mouth, Jeon."

"Awh, Kim~ Please~"

"No still no."

He sighed heavily. I heard that, bastard. Tch. I don't know if he was a girl or a boy. I have the urge to check his private place though.

"Yah, what are you thinking?"

He snapped me from my thoughts as I looked at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"What are you thinking, brat?"

I think for awhile before I shook my head. He squinted his eyes to me.

"You're thinking something."

"I think about you."

Jungkook frowned in confusion as he leaned closer to me, squinting his eyes.

"Me? You changed your mind? So you'll help me?"

"Who said? My answer is still the same."

He sighed out and continue to wiped the plates in sorrow. I rolled my eyes.

"What do you see in her that makes you look so desperate?"

Yes! I was curious! He's being weird as fuck. He could get any girls just by flicking his fingers but now? I don't know him anymore. This is not him.

"She's pretty."

"Plastics."

"She's sweet."

"Candies are sweeter."

"She's tall."

"Skyscrapers are taller."

I kept argued his complimentary and I could feel him glaring at me to death. I ignored his gazes and focusing only on the dishes.

"She's polite."

"My grandma is more polite."

"Yoon! Are you jealous?!"

I finished up the last plates and took off the gloves. I face him, almost at the urge to laugh at his angry face. I smirked.

"I've actually changed my mind just now but you're accusing me for being jealous when we're just friends. So, I'm not helping you."

"Boys and girls can't be friends, Yoon. You—"

"You wanted to say you like me?"

"No, it's you whose developing feelings towards me."

I sighed in defeat and walked out of the kitchen but I stopped for awhile and turn to face him.

"If you know boys and girls can't be friends, why did you want to be my friend after all? You could just ignored the fuck of my existence."

I snapped as I walked away. He's changing. I don't know him anymore. He's not Jungkook that I know. Honestly, I'm not that mad though. I just giving him some times. I know he wasn't in his best mood so yeah.

I went to my room but then I bump into my dad. He walked towards me.

"Where's Jungkook? His room is ready."

"I'm here, Mr Kim."

My dad tilted his head to him and smile. I didn't spare any glances to him and just went into my room. I rested my body on my bed, thinking hard.

"Mom..."

"Even though I've never met you, I know you're there. But I feel that you're fading away. I miss your existence, mom."

I said in monotone, staring at my fingers as I stretch my arm into the air and even watching the glowing stars stickers that were stick on my ceiling. I felt calm looking at it. I was so into my thoughts when I heard a knocked on my door. I stood up and went to opened my door, not even look at the person.

"Shut the door back."

I said lazily as I went back to my position but just laying there. I felt a weight beside me and I know it's him. I recognized his cologne.

"Are you still angry?"

I sighed as I took a slight glance at him. He was staring at the sticking stars on the ceiling with somehow a troubled look plastered on his face.

"Nope."

I turned my back to him and sighed heavily. Please go away, Jungkook. I don't want to—

"I was wrong for saying boys and girls can't be friends."

He said in a sad tone. I turned my back and faced him with a pouty lips.

"You are always wrong about everything."

I said nonchalantly. Jungkook glared at me as I giggled a little. He was cute when he glared at me. His eyes was actually big though.

"Tch. You're just jealous."

I cringed at the statement and rested my arm on my head, staring at his side profile. He was indeed handsome though but yeah, he's an annoying little bastard.

"Jungkook?"

"Hm?"

"Is it hard to say sorry?"

He looked at in confusion. Damn those big eyes really creep me out. I pushed his gaze away from me but he still look at me.

"What do you mean?"

I sighed in defeat before I swirled my body and faced the ceiling. The stars were almost stop glowing which makes me a bit disappointed.

"You never say sorry. I wonder, what did you say when you bumped on some strangers."

"I glared at them and walked away."

I look at him in disbelief. What the fuck this moron. My eyes widened apart because that wasn't the answer that I expected.

"You must me kidding me, Jeon."

"I'm not kidding."

"Why didn't you apologize, you nasty punk?!"

"Because I don't want to."

I sit upright, feeling seriously frustrated. Why do I have a friend like this? Ill-mannered brat.

"You rude asshole. Yah, you think you're good like that. What if that stranger were an old lady or a kid or maybe a pregnant woman? Did you just— wow, this crazy bastard."

I was about to nagged more but he suddenly hovered above me with that smile. You know what smile he usually gave. Yeah, that smile. That innocent but full of victory smile. He leaned closer to me.

"I'd apologize to them but not to you, scumbag."

He scoffed as he get off from me and casually lay beside me back, staring at me with that cheeky smile of his.

"I'll sleep with you tonight. I'm too bored to be alone."

He shut his eyes before I could even protest. Even though dad doesn't get mad when we're like this but still, I don't want to share my bed with anyone. I sighed.

This was seriously pissed the hell outta me but I can't do anything because why? Because he'll never listen.

To Be Continued