Author's pov

You literally jumped out of the car after seeing the huge farm in front of your eyes and dashi ran ran ran to the farmhouse.

Since they keys were given to you earlier in the house, you hopped on to the front door and opened it almost immediately.

The house was squeaky clean as a few workers of the farm would clean the place at least thrice in a week.

The farm was actually an ancestral property, and it was your father who took care of it by hiring workers here, until he died.

As soon as you entered the house, you ran upstairs to the room where you used to do your sketches. You can basically say that it's your room here.

You sighed at the sight of your room. It has been almost a decade since you last came here.

Walking towards the wardrobe, you bent down and took out a box that had your drawings in it.

Seeing those amateur sketches, you let out a small laugh.

Hearing your grandmother yell your name from downstairs, you sighed before yelling back a 'coming' as you kept the box on the bed and ran downstairs.

"What is it?" You asked as your grandmother was getting helped by one of the person working here to place a few things on the dining table.

"Hyerin, show Jungkook around," your grandfather said.

"Why not?" You said with a smile.

"Aish! This TV remote is not working. I cannot turn on the TV," your grandfather said trusfratedly with a grumpy look on his face.

"How can you turn on the TV with the AC remote?!" Your grandmother yelled and you sighed.

"Oppa, let's go and look around," you said to Jungkook and walked away with him, letting the couple continue their bickering.

Time skip to an hour later~

"And lastly, this is my room," you said as you opened the door and entered the small bedroom along with Jungkook.

"Oh, and I have to show you my drawings," you said before walking to the bed where you kept that box earlier.

"Oppa, come here," you said excitedly while sitting on the floor, looking at the skecthes.

As Jungkook sat beside you on the floor too, you showed him all of your sketches, explaining each and every detail about why and how you drew them.

And Jungkook couldn't help but notice the Duchenne smile on your face that signaled your true enjoyment. The muscles on your cheeks lifting up as your eyes crinkled at the corners.

'Get yourself together, Jungkook. You're not a high school kid, but a thirty five year old. And. You. Are. Old.'

Jungkook though to himself, mentally shaking his head as he continued listening to you.

"And this one, I drew it on the day when you lifted me up for that move I didn't get properly," you said and showed him the pencil sketch, the backs of two people, one holding up the other by the waist.

"You were eight years old. I remember that since you are the only person I lifted up," Jungkook said. "Because even after a whole week, you didn't do that move in the right way," he added and you chuckled lightly.

Well, that was the day when you started to develop a little thing called love towards Jungkook.