Jungkook slept, cradled in Taehyung's arms. Tear marks adorned his face, but his slumber was serene. Vmin exchanged knowing smiles, aware that Jungkook might recall a few precious memories. Perhaps, just a little?

After gently placing Jungkook on the bed, ensuring his comfort, Jimin and Taehyung departed. Taehyung clung to Jimin's arm in happiness.

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Jungkook stirred, rubbing his eyes as he glanced at the clock. "Oh my God," he muttered. "I slept way too much." Morning to evening—how had he managed that? But then again, after 10 years of restless nights, perhaps he deserved this lazy indulgence.

Emerging from upstairs, Jungkook rubbed his eyes and descended to find Jimin and Taehyung in the midst of packing.

Jungkook, still groggy from his extended slumber, blinked in confusion. Why were Jimin and Taehyung packing? He decided to approach them, curiosity tugging at his mind.

With a gentle touch on Taehyung’s shoulder, Jungkook stepped closer. "Hyungs," he began, catching Vmin off guard. They exchanged shocked glances, quickly masking their surprise. Jimin found his voice first. "Yes, Kook. Do you want to say something?"

Jungkook nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor as he fidgeted with his fingers. It was evident that he still felt somewhat uncomfortable around Jimin and Taehyung. Perhaps time and shared moments would help bridge that gap.

"Why you are packing things up?" Jungkook's question hung in the air, and Vmin exchanged glances. "Because we're flying back to Busan," Taehyung replied.

"So we used to live in Busan back then?" Jungkook's gaze shifted to Jimin, who nodded with a bittersweet smile. "Yes, Kook. We used to live in Busan back then." Jimin said gently, understanding the weight of memories that Jungkook was trying to recapture.

Jungkook's gaze dropped, and he murmured, "Oh. I remember, I guess so.." Jimin's expression softened. "You remember?" he asked gently. Jungkook nodded slightly. Taehyung reached out, his touch soothing, as if trying to ease the weight of forgotten memories.

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Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were flying back to Busan today. Yet, Jungkook appeared gloomy. Why would he feel sadness about leaving a place devoid of good memories?

True, he had good memories of Mr. and Mrs. Lee during his first two years here, but the subsequent decade of abuse had erased those moments. The conflicting emotions weighed heavily on him.

Perhaps Jungkook's sadness isn't tied to the place itself, but rather to the people he's leaving behind. Lisa, his steadfast friend since he was twelve, holds a special place in his heart. Maybe he longs for a final meeting with her before leaving.

But wait, Jungkook’s gaze followed the girl approaching from the main gate. She had bangs that framed her face, full lips, and blonde hair. A light shade of red adorned her lips, and she wore a casual hoodie. With a friendly smile, she waved at him, her bag slung over her shoulder and luggage in tow.

Jungkook's heart raced as he recognized her—Lisa, his beloved best friend. She was the one who had stood by his side during the darkest moments, wiping away his tears, offering solace in her comforting embrace. She was HIS only one, and now, as she approached with that familiar smile, he felt a rush of emotions—gratitude, relief, and a glimmer of hope.

"Lisa, Y-you here?" Jungkook stammered, his eyes welling up. He had believed this might be their final meeting. Perhaps it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.

"Kookie." she whispered, her arms enveloping him. Despite the height difference, she jumped into the hug, clinging to him as if trying to bridge the years they'd spent apart.

Despite the height difference, Lisa maintained a respectful distance. As a considerate friend, she never wanted to make Jungkook feel uncomfortable.

Vmin observed Lisa and Jungkook from a distance, their smiles wide and hearts full.

As they released their embrace, Jungkook stammered, "Y-you're here?" Lisa beamed at him and replied, "I'm going to Busan with you!" Her giggle bubbled forth, despite being a few months older than Jungkook. There was a playful innocence in her demeanor.

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock. "Really?!" he exclaimed, gripping Lisa's hand and bouncing with excitement. Lisa nodded, her smile stretching wide, revealing her bunny teeth. Meanwhile, Jimin and Taehyung watched them with hearts in their eyes.

Indeed, that familiar bunny smile spoke volumes—it was unmistakably their Kookie. The passage of time had made it a rare sight, and now, as they gazed upon it, memories flooded back.

"Why?" Jungkook inquired, his happiness at Lisa's decision to join them tinged with curiosity. It was a question that danced on the edge of his lips, seeking answers beyond mere words.

"Because I'll be studying there." Lisa explained. Her gaze met Jungkook's. "My brothers live in Busan." She grinned. "Remember when I mentioned them? Well, they're the reason I'm going too! Your brothers are taking me."

Jungkook's eyes flitted between Vmin, who offered reassuring nods. The urge to embrace them surged within him, yet fear held him back—an inexplicable trepidation. Perhaps it was the weight of memories he couldn't recall, or the unspoken secrets lingering in their eyes.

Jungkook's attempt to offer a smile to Vmin faltered, caught between uncertainty and lingering fear. The memories of their brotherly bond resurfaced, yet an unexplained apprehension held him back. Perhaps the shadows of forgotten years whispered caution, urging him to tread carefully.

"Enough.." Taehyung declared, striding toward both of them. "Now let's go; we're running late." He tugged Jungkook along, but Lisa sensed a lingering grip on her hand. Turning around, she met Jimin's warm smile.

"Thank you.." Jimin's voice softened. Lisa, however, appeared utterly bewildered. "For what?" she managed to ask. Jimin released her hand, ensuring she wasn't uncomfortable. "For staying by Kookie's side." he replied.

Lisa’s warm smile enveloped Jimin. "It’s okay, Oppa," she murmured. "Kook is the sweetest boy I’ve ever met." Jimin’s fingers gently ruffled her blonde, silky hair. Lisa wasn’t merely Kook"s friend; she was like a younger sister to him—endearingly sweet and cherished.

"WHAT ARE YOU BOTH DOING THERE? COME ON, WE'RE RUNNING LATE!" Taehyung's shout reverberated through the main gate. Jimin and Lisa sprinted toward them, hearts racing with anticipation.

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As Lisa and the three boys touched down at Busan's airport, Jungkook inhaled the air—a scent that stirred long-buried memories. This place held secrets, echoes of a past he was only beginning to unravel.

They hailed a cab, assuming it would take Lisa to her brother's house. However, to their surprise, Lisa and Vminkook were headed to the same destination. Fate had woven their paths together once more.

Two cabs pulled up side by side, one in front of the other. From the yellow cab emerged a girl, while the red one disgorged three boys. Destiny had orchestrated their reunion.

Lisa beamed at Vminkook as they stepped out of the cab. "Lisa, you're here?" Jimin and Taehyung echoed the same question. She chuckled, her gaze shifting to the house adjacent to theirs. "Because my brothers live right here." she explained, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

Taehyung's shock echoed through the air. "Jin hyung is your brother?" he exclaimed. Lisa confirmed it with a questioning expression. Jimin, unable to contain his excitement, declared, "Help! Kookie, your best friend is your neighbor now!" He enveloped Jungkook in a hug, but Jungkook's response was hesitant. The comfort he'd felt with Vmin in recent days now wavered, like a fleeting memory slipping through his fingers.

Jungkook's hesitant smile graced his lips as he stepped back, freeing himself from Jimin's embrace. Uncomfortable, yet unable to articulate why, he sought solace in the distance. The warmth that had once enveloped him now appeared to fade away..

12 years ago, the days blurred together for Jungkook, lost in a haze of grief. Mrs. Park's heart attack had taken her away, leaving an ache in their hearts. And then, two years later, their father met a tragic end in a car accident.

Amidst the trials and tribulations, Jin—their handsome neighbor—stepped in to care for young Jimin and Taehyung. The weight of managing their company at such a tender age pressed upon Vmin, yet Jin supported them as if they were his own younger brothers.

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The grand mansion, once filled with the laughter of the Park family, now echoed with memories. Jungkook's brothers enveloped him in their love, yet an inexplicable force tugged at his heart. The weight of avoidance weighed on him, a silent ache he couldn't fully comprehend.

Jungkook's fear of Vmin stemmed from a single night—a whispered rumor that Vmin had taken two lives. The identities of those souls remained shrouded, veiled in secrecy.

Jungkook's fear of Vmin remained, even though he didn't realize that it was Mr. and Mrs. Lee whom Vmin had taken. The shadows of that night clung to him, an unspoken dread that defied explanation.

As they entered the Park mansion, a shared realization dawned upon both Vmin. Jungkook's silence had returned, echoing the past—a quietude that held secrets yet to be unraveled.

Jungkook's eyes, filled with sadness, locked onto Jimin. "Where are eomma and appa?" he asked, his voice trembling. The memories of Mrs. Park's warm embrace when he was six years old flooded back, and now, in this moment of uncertainty, Jungkook yearned for answers.

Jimin and Taehyung were taken aback by Jungkook's recollection of their parents. Jimin leaned in, his voice trembling, "You remember them?" His eyes welled up with tears as he gently cupped Jungkook's face. But Jungkook pulled away, still haunted by questions, seeking answers that remained elusive.

Jimin's gaze shifted helplessly to Taehyung, their shared concern etched in their eyes. Jungkook yearned for a mother's love—the warmth he'd lost at the tender age of six. Yet, now that he stood on the precipice of rediscovery, the love he sought remained elusive.

"J-Jungkookie.." Jimin's voice was barely more than a whisper. He swallowed the lump in his throat, unable to hold back the tears. A single drop escaped from his eyes, which he quickly wiped away. Jungkook felt a surge of fear now.

Jungkook furrowed his brow, fixing a sharp gaze on Taehyung. The older brother stood on the brink of tears, approaching Jungkook with a desperate attempt to speak, yet no words escaped his lips.

"Why aren't you answering?" Jungkook's voice trembled, tears threatening to spill. Jimin met his gaze, equally helpless, lost for words in the face of their shared pain.

Jungkook seized Jimin's forearm, shaking it with desperate force. "TELL ME WHERE ARE THEY???" His voice cracked, raw with emotion. Jimin's reply was equally anguished: "THEY ARE NO MORE!" Taehyung, unable to contain his grief, broke down in tears, and Jungkook's fragile world splintered further.

It was just last night when Jungkook yearned to reunite with his parents. Sleep eluded him as he imagined meeting his mother once more. But now, what was he hearing?

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