What was this mood? Jungkook sighed. It was heavy in his mind and heart. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen and it was affecting him. He took a deep breath and concentrated on pulling comfortable walking shoes on. He would take a walk to clear his mind. The house was empty, the Presidents were out and Taehyung was locked in his room on the phone.

Jungkook had heard him laughing as he passed. Taehyung was always happy – how he wished he could be the same and not care this much. Taehyung didn’t have the worries he did; Taehyung was free to be whom he wanted and what he wanted. Song Gaelin protected her first cousin violently and the Songs didn’t have the same expectations of Taehyung as his family had of him. 

He left the apartment and walked slowly along the street, it was a beautiful night. The air was clear and the skies devoid of any cloud or blemish. The stars shone brightly down on him. He took a moment and stared up, “what a beautiful night.” He smiled, “I should be happy.” I have everything. I have a family, and I have hyung and nuna, I have the House Master and Tanaka, they all care for me – but this mood…

Jungkook crossed the street and continued to walk further from the apartment. They want me to quit it all. He stopped and stared blankly ahead, my parents want me to give this all up. What will become of me if I cannot be an idol and if I cannot live here with hyung and nuna? I want this life. I want to remain here with them.

The Golden Quill Competition was beginning, he knew how stressed they would be and he wanted to be close to them. He had to make sure that nothing happened to them. He was so afraid that hyung and nuna would end up just like Song Minah and Park Jin-su. What happened to Gaelin’s father and mother was so sad, he couldn’t’ bear the thought of the same thing happening to hyung and nuna. He needed them to make it. They were his home, his protection, and support. If he didn’t have this home, “Then I have nothing…” he expelled a breath and stared at his feet, “Am I nothing