Minho drives everyone to the living room, leaving the entrance completely empty, and a Jungkook dropping his slice of pizza and nervously pulling back his shirt walking towards it. 

There’s someone behind the door. There’s someone behind it. But could it be him ? Could it be Taehyung ? 

Jungkook can’t seem to find back his breathing. 

Breath in. 

Breath out. 

In. 

Out. 

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. 

‘Ok stop.’

‘Just open the door.’

Jungkook opens the door. 

« Hi. I hesitated in ringing the bell but I knew you would already be here because Minho’s car is parked here and I just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable by thinking that I thought this house was only my house now when it has been yours way before and as long as you’re staying in, even forever, please stay forever, I want you to know that I think this is your house. You’re not considered a guest, you’re family and I want you to be as comfortable as you were in it when I first met you. »

Ji Eun is smiling at him, really nervous even if he has met her so many times during those years, talking about her husband, or his brother, and of her son, his little nephew, for hours drinking coffee, getting photographed by tens of journalists eager of this unusual friendship/family.