"Jungkook!"

My eyes immediately opened once I heard my dad say that name. I jumped up out of my bed even though it's early on a Saturday. I ran into my bathroom to freshen up, scared that I looked like shit. Why is he here?

  "Yoongi!" My dad called up to me.

  "I'm coming." I said quietly to myself.

  I made my way downstairs, not caring that I was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt. I knew that Jungkook would probably be wearing something similar anyways.

  He is.

  I never thought that I would see him in this house. The last house we lived in is no comparison to this place. This house is great.

  It's more than what we ever wanted, which makes me happy for my dad.

  "There he is." My dad said as he looked at me. I looked over to see Jungkook's dad there.

  "Yoongi!" He smiled, which made me smile back. "It's been so long. You've grown some."

  "Not much." I heard my dad say.

  I turned to him and frowned. "Dad-"

  "Who wants breakfast?" He cut me off.

-

  If I would have known that my dad was going to invite Jungkook anyways, I wouldn't be sitting at this stupid table with him or his dad and his mom.

My dad and his dad were laughing about old memories as Jungkook stuffed his face with my mom's and his mom's food. They used to cook  together. They were like a power duo.

I haven't had their special deserts in a while, either. Old memories came through as I tasted it. It tastes like heaven.

My dad hit the table as he laughed, causing Jungkook's dad to laugh even more. It was pretty chaotic as we all tried to eat.

"And do you remember when Danny got his foot stuck in that hole?" My dad laughed.

Who the hell is Danny?

"Yes!" Jungkook's dad smiled. "Do you remember when Jungkook was born and we were both late to the hospital because we were eating dinner with him? That was bad."

"You were late?" Jungkook asked through his food-stuffed mouth. "To my birth?"

"Eh, you don't remember your birth either, son." His dad patted his back. I tried to hold in my laugh as Jungkook furrowed his brows.

"What are you laughing about?" Jungkook rested his hands on the table in front of him. "You were late to your own birthday party and told your mom that it was because you were 'scared to socialize', but you actually woke up late and didn't want her to know." He said.

"I was eleven!" I felt my face turn red.

"Your mom gave you a ten minute talk on why you shouldn't be scared of humans!" He replied. "And you made me sit through it!"

My dad laughed as he looked at me, but my mom was shaking her head at me. "I knew it."

"Mom, waking up early is so hard."

"I should take away your new bed." She smiled as she looked at me. My dad shook his head and chuckled as he looked at me too.

"You should show Jungkook your room." He told me. "It's actually livable now that we moved. His room has changed so much." He said as he looked at Jungkook with a smile.

I looked at Jungkook and sighed. Jungkook was looking at my dad with a worried look on his face. "Fine. Let's go." I stood up.

Jungkook looked up at me. "Really?" He sounded surprised. I nodded my head.

"Hurry before I change my mind."

-

"Holly!" Jungkook smiled brightly as my dog excitedly jumped out of my bed and into his arms. "I haven't seen you in so long, you've gotten so big." He talked in a baby voice.

Holly licked Jungkook's bright face before he started sniffing uncontrollably. "Do you actually remember him, Holly?" I asked as I sat down on the end of my bed and watched.

Jungkook pouted as Holly sat in his lap and snuggled into him. "He used to sit in my lap every day when I'd come over. Maybe he recognizes me." He smiled down at Holly.

"You were the reason we even got Holly." I chuckled. "But- Anyways, this is my room."

Jungkook looked around my room, noticing how much bigger and better it was compared to my last room, probably. "It looks.."

"Different?"

"Yeah I remember when you used to want one of these so bad." He placed his hand on the keyboard next to my door. "Do you play it?"

"Yes, a lot."

"I bet you're amazing, aren't you?"

I could feel my face heat up as he slowly looked up at me. "I- I guess." I stuttered.

"I know you are, hyung." He chuckled as he stood up, letting Holly jump out of his arms. He started walking towards me as he looked around the room. "It looks nice—"

And then he tripped over Holly.

And fell over onto me. Onto my bed.

He had caught himself by placing his hands above my head, but his wide eyes had gotten caught in mine as he stared down at me.

"I-I'm sorry." He said as if he hadn't just pushed me back onto the bed with his stupid big arms and his stupid big thighs trapping me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said sarcastically.

Jungkook sat up and straddled me, leaving me to close my eyes in hopes that he'd get off.

"You look pretty under me, hyung."

I opened my eyes and scanned his stupid face and saw his stupid smile. Who am I kidding?

You look amazing.

"Get off of me."

  "No."

  "What?" I furrowed my eyebrows as Jungkook grabbed onto my wrists and leaned down to be face-to-face with me. "What are you—"

  "I'm not leaving until I get answers."

  "What do you want from me, Kook?"

  "Why do you hate me for real, hyung?"

  I sighed as I closed my eyes, not wanting to see him. "Why don't you ask Taehyung?"

  Silence took over for a while before I finally opened my eyes, feeling something drop onto my skin. "Are you crying—"

  "You won't talk to me, hyung!" He tightened his grip on my wrist before he let go and wiped away the few tears that had slipped on his cheek. "What the hell does Taehyung have to do with us? Or our friendship? Relationship?"

  "Stop—"

  "I miss you so much, Yoongi." Jungkook bit his lip as he looked away from me. "I miss your laugh and your stupid sarcasm and I miss you playing with my hair." He held onto my hand.

  "Jungkook.." I felt my heart sting.

  "Do you remember the first time I told you I loved you?" He asked me. "Do you remember how you made me break up with you before you left? Do you know how upset I was when my best friend- my boyfriend left me?"

  "I was upset, too!"

  "Obviously not as much as me." He slipped his hand out of mine as he stood up and walked out of my room, leaving me lying on my bed.

  Crying.

  I'm crying?

  Fuck. What did he just do to me?

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