With your eyes gently closed, you tilt your head upwards, running your fingers through your hair as the streams of water flow from your head down your body. The shower water, hot and ample, is by far your favourite part of the day, awakening your skin in all the right ways.

It's the only time you empty your mind of all thoughts and just breathe. With a sigh, you turn the squeaky knob as the water slows to a trickling stop.  Stepping out of the toilet with the towel around you and your wet hair sticking to your shoulders, you groan when you see the half empty closet.

I didn't take in the laundry..

This would happen often on your busy days, and so you walked out of the room towards the laundry room as the five men on the couch whistled.

"Oh, shut up.." You say, shooing them with a hand gesture and grabbing your clothes from the laundry basket. You were used to being like that around them, because the seven of you would shower together in a single bathtub when you were toddlers with stressed out parents trying to wash them while dodging random splashes of water.

On your way back, you tease them with a hair flip and sway of your hips when Hobi speaks up with a laugh,

"Yah, we're having a guest over today and we don't want you seen half naked, ok?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Alright, but who is it?"

Hobi opens his mouth to reply but the eerie smell of something burning hits your nose as your eyes widen.

"Shit!" You curse, grabbing a mitten while still attempting to hold your towel on your body as you open the oven, a wall of smoke bursting out as you cough and pull out the tray of burnt cookies.

"Y/N, I'll handle it, go put on some clothes." Jin says, moving you aside and turning off the oven.

"Thank you.." You say, placing a kiss on his cheek as his face burns a deep crimson. At that moment, the doorbell rings and you squeal, sprinting to your room and closing the door immediately.

You press your ear to the door, eventually breaking away to put your clothes on. "Hey man!" Taehyung bellows and the sound of patting is heard as you expect they're hugging. You only hear bits of the man's voice over the cacophony of happy men and you hear your brother's door opening.

Who is it? He sounds familiar..

After drying your hair with your towel, it lays damp and flowing down your back as you open the door, eager about the new guest. Everyone was sitting the new figure was on the couch with the back of his head coming into your view.

Wait a minute..

Namjoon's eyes light up when he sees you and he yells,
"Y/N, finally you're out of there! Come join us!"

The figure stiffens for a moment before turning around with his eyes squeezed into crescent moons as he lifts his hand with a little wave.

"Hi Y/N.." He says sweetly and you grind your teeth, making your way slowly towards Jin and sitting down next to him. Of course there was plenty of space next to Taehyung but you wanted to stay as far away from the creature as you could.

"Hello, Jimin..." You say with the same sweet smile towards him and it vanished as soon as it appeared.
"You two know each other?" Namjoon asks, confused.

You open your mouth to reply, "Ye-"
"I'm her coach for now." Jimin speaks up, leaning back onto the sofa as he gazes at you. "Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You roll your eyes before giving a blunt 'yes' and turning away, playing with your fingers.
"How do you guys know him anyways?" You ask, disappointed at the way fate eventually brought Jimin into your personal life as well.

"While we were on tour of the institution that day, we bumped into him and he seemed like a nice guy." Hobi says, ruffling Jimin's hair.

Ugh.

Your mind was so occupied on Jimin being here that you didn't notice the silent person in the corner of the couch sitting with his fists clenched tightly, his glare boring through Jimin.

His eyes wander around the group of individuals and he scoffs internally.
What could I expect from this bunch of pansies?
He thinks before getting up abruptly and walking to his room.

Slamming the door shut, he pulls out his journal from his hidden place and runs his fingers over the parched leather. His mother had given him the journal when he was 8 years old.

"Let this book be the testimony of your life - your happiness, your failures, your struggles, your peace, your sorrows. Sometimes trusting people are the biggest mistakes ever made, so keep this to yourself and you will survive."

But now, she too had changed. She was no longer the loving mother and best friend they had. The abuse changed her inside and out.

Pulling out the little pencil stuck on the side holder of the book, he lowers himself to his only other friend- his bed and begins to sketch. It's what filled most of his pages. One would expect words to be written in journals, but a single sketch of his spoke a thousand words.

His pencil never leaves the page except for a few times when bellows of laughter echoed from the living room. It wasn't long before he hears the door to your room shut and he glances at the wall separating the both of you.

His mind immediately drags him back to the time when the two of you shared a room till the age of 10 and you couldn't handle it anymore, so you slept out on the couch. A sad smile graces his face and his face muscles ache, probably from showing no emotion whatsoever throughout his life. Something like a smile or laugh rarely erupted in him and he knew it.

Everything's changed. Everyone's changed.

He thought, glancing towards your room.

She's changed too, and so have they.

He thinks, hearing more laughter from the group outside.

Little did he know, that he was the one that remained the same. Everybody's lives had moved on. They had blossomed into the adults they were and the distant memory of playing from dawn till dusk reminded them of their relationship with each other.

 The incidents of his past were molding him, morphing him into someone else. He was losing himself. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't change the fact that he wasn't himself anymore. His life remained stagnant like the still water of a lake. But still waters run deep.

Jungkook remained the broken 10 year old boy on that day in his room, hugging onto his pillow. He was fading.  

A/N: Helooo! Plz do let me know how the story's going 😊

Stay hoes,
Kim 😚