You spent a long time thinking about yourself

You thought about how you had lived in self-hatred in these past three years, because Jungkook's lack of explanation made you feel like everything was your fault. Because your perfect, angelic soulmate would never do something selfish or dumb.

That's what you believed. Naive, you knew it.

You also thought about how you had to live in pain, slowly losing your will to life, because he wasn't willing to fulfill this soulmate bond, because he was scared and because he ran away.

The more you thought of it, the more your anger towards him rose. But when you did hate him... why did you keep reading his books? Why did you spent such a long time thinking about if you should give him a second chance, when the it should obviously be 'no' to you.

The answer is, that hate and love aren't that different and you yet had to figure out what your feelings were.

A part of you wondered why he didn't text you yet, and you would've believed that he stopped to care after you not answering him for such a long time. But you new better, or at least you believed that you did.

If there was still a part of the old Jungkook left, then he didn't not text you because he had given up on you or something.

And if that was the case, if there was only a part of your Jungkook left, then you were willing to give him a second chance.

Your fingers worked by themselves as they unlocked your phone and typed in a single word.

Ok

ten years ago

A soft snow layer had covered the town and had transformed his home in to a magical winter wonderland.

The cold snow brushed his cheek and his breath formed little clouds in the air.

She was sick and hadn't been able to go out of the house a single time today. Her mom had told him to stay away from her, unless he wanted to get sick to, so he stayed outside her home cautiously.

But that didn't mean that he didn't was near her.

He had been in front of her entrance door, sitting on the terrace the whole day, patiently waiting for her to get better again, not caring about the coldness that was stabbing through his clothes.

The coldness wasn't nearly as bad as the pain he felt at the thought of not being able to be with her while she suffered.

The door behind him opened with out him realizing, her mother stepping out. Her eyes softened as she saw his small figure sitting on the stairs shivering, all this because of her daughter having a cold.

"Come in Jungkook, I'll make you a hot chocolate."

The boy turned  around in surprise. His lips, that were blue from the cold, pouted at her words.

"B-But didn't you s-say I can't come in?"

She laughed while carefully draping her coat around his shoulders, "Because I didn't want you to get sick too silly, I didn't expect you to sit outside and wait for her."

The little boy just nodded.

"Why didn't you just ask if you could visit her?"

"I... I didn't want her to feel as if she had to go out and play with me. She should rest."

At this point every mother's heart had to be melting, seeing a boy caring so much about her daughter, that he was wiling to wait for her no matter what. But still, it wasn't the most intelligent think to do.

"Oh Jungkookie, you're going to be sick too now."

He broke in to a wide smile, "Then I and princess can be sick together!"

The woman sighed worried, while calling his mom to pick up her freezing son.

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3rd person

Yoongi put the groceries onto the counter. He couldn't believe that he had to buy food for two, just because this brat couldn't get ahold of his damn love life.

Of course he had helped him. There was no question he wouldn't help his loyal friend, who had helped him through such hard times, proving him that he wasn't the asshole his past actions made him look like. But still, it was time for Jungkook to at least get himself a damn apartment. It wasn't like he hadn't got the money.

"Thank you!", the white haired cashier exclaimed with a bubbly eye smile as Yoongi payed, "Thank you and have a good day sir!"

"You too.", Yoongi said with a smile, before suddenly frowning. 

How strange. Since when was he that polite.

He looked back at the white haired boy who waved at him with this bright smile and shrugged.

The black haired boy crossed the street and unlocked the door to his apartment, beginning to put the groceries in the fridge after taking off his coat.

He hummed while doing so, a sudden rush of inspiration going through him as he felt the need to sit down and finally work on his lyrics.

How strange.

Was all he could think.

Wasn't I in a bad mood a few minutes ago?

He couldn't finish the thought, because an overly excited Jungkook barged in to his room.

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Wasn't ten years old Kookie a cute thing

dunno how old he is in this pic duh