Yoongi's POV

  I felt my lips curl up into a smile as I sat at the kitchen table with the smell of fresh pancakes filling the air around me. Jackson opened the door and set the plate of pancakes down in front of me with a weak smile. He had been kissing my ass ever since I found out that he lied to me and I almost beat him to the floor.

  "I don't get a strawberry?.. or whipped cream? or any syr-"

  "I'm getting it." Jackson cut me off and ran back into the kitchen. I chuckled as I heard him slamming cabinets and doors in there.

  Jungkook sat next to me as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Hey, why don't I get any?" He pouted. I smiled and rolled my eyes.

  "I'm special, you aren't." I joked.

  He squinted at me as Jackson opened the door and poured all the good stuff all over my plate. He hesitated when he saw Jungkook and ran back into the kitchen. I couldn't stop myself from laughing out loud.

  "Why are you laughing?" Jungkook smiled at me as I covered my mouth and my smile.

  I looked at him and finally calmed down. "He's been kissing my ass because he knows I'll beat his." I chuckled as I took a bite from a strawberry and Jackson opened the door again.

  He walked in and finally sat down as he placed a plate of pancakes in front of Jungkook. "Thank you." He smiled.

  Jackson rolled his eyes and took a bite out of an apple. "You guys seriously need to hurry up and go home, I'm done with this." He scoffed.

  "Oh don't worry, we leave tomorrow." I smiled. He looked at me and hesitated once again before he stood up and headed outside.

  Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows as he looked after him. "Where's he going?" He asked.

  I shrugged and took a bite out of my pancake. "I don't know, school?" I laughed. Jungkook looked at me and smiled as he placed his thumb on my bottom lip. I felt my face heat up as he took his finger away and licked some whipped cream that was now on it.

  "It's Saturday, Yoongi." He smiled as he took a bite out of his own plate. "No school."

  I furrowed my eyebrows and placed my fork on my plate. "Wait, then why am I up so early then?!" I asked, confused as to why he woke me up this morning if we had no damn school.

  I could be sleeping.

  "We need to pack. Mom is on her way back home." Jungkook shrugged slightly.

  Once he mentioned his mom, he reminded me of mine. I wonder if she's looking for me. My dad could be searching all over for me.. or even worse, he could have done something to my mom because of me. Oh God.. what if-

  "What's wrong?" Jungkook looked at me with concern. I pushed my plate away from me and stood up slowly. "Nothing." I said to him.

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  The next day, Jungkook and I were finally saying our goodbyes to Jackson and his father.

  We were finally leaving the house that we were forced to stay in. Although it was a very nice experience staying in such a nice house, Jungkook's place felt more like home.

  Needless to say, I was happy.

  I was happy that I was finally going back to his place to sleep in his room while being cuddled into the blankets that smelt like Jungkook.

  "Bye Jackson!" I smiled cheerfully.

  Jackson furrowed his eyebrows at me and waved. "See you in hell." He mouthed.

  "Can't wait," I smiled wider.

  Jungkook grabbed my arm and placed me in the car as if I were a child. He decided to sit in the back seat with me, saying he didn't want me to be alone. Our hands brushed across each other every once in a while and I tried to hold back a smile.
 
Why am I smiling so much today?

  He looked at me and smiled as I bit my lip, trying not to show emotions. I felt his hand slowly make its way on top of mine, sending sparks all over. I rested my head against the door and held in my breath for some reason.

  It's like it was so easy to accept my feelings, but I'm just too.. scared to show him.

  I'm too scared to admit to him that I actually like him. I can't help it, I'm just so used to telling him that I'm 'not gay' and it's so easy to be accepted by the people in school that way.

  But.. he's came and fucked that up.

  And I don't even mind that.

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I slowly open my eyes and see that Jungkook's face was mere inches away from mine. I untangled my fingers from his hair and sighed to myself. I hadn't noticed that he was already awake and looking at me until he lifted his own hand and started playing with my hair.

"What's wrong?" He asked me.

His fingers slowly making its way through my hair made me relax a bit as I closed my eyes.

I looked at him as he smiled back at me. "What if my parents finds me? What do I do?" I asked him. He moved a little closer and looked into my eyes confused.

"You never told me why you ran away, Yoongi.." he said quietly. Wait..

I never even told him why I ran away?

Of course not. What would I say? 'Hey Kook. I ran away from my house because I'm gay. Surprise, I was lying all along!' ? No. Never.

"Jungkook.." I whispered as I looked back at him. He stopped moving his hand through my hair and looked at me in confusion. "You let me stay with you for almost three weeks and you never even asked why?" I asked him.

He shrugged and started moving his hand again. "I thought it wasn't my business.. everyone has reasons and if you wanted to tell me, I would listen." He sighed. "But I'm not forcing you to tell me if you don't want to."

I grabbed his hand, making my hair flop back into place. He looked at my hand and I took his and placed it in between both of mine.

I brought his hand up to my face and put it against my cheek. He cupped my cheek as I moved closer to him, making our bodies collide together like a puzzle piece.

He furrowed his eyebrows but froze when I wrapped my arm around him and hugged him.

"Thank you, Jungkookie."

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