Jungkook.

-Nothing-

-Where are you?-

 

He is still reading those two messages again and again, like really waiting for her to respond, even when she is in the room next to him. He was wondering why there was such a mystery in where she was, it’s kind of weird; if she is in a club, she should said it, if she is some friend’s house she should said it; she knows her mother will call any time with desires to talk to her and if she is not around, Jungkook can save her; it’s something brothers do.

 

Maybe she is ashamed? Well, she is not ashamed to have kissed him TWICE so why would she be ashamed of where she parties?

 

Then his phone rang; it was an unknowing number.

 

He looked at it, like doubting if he should answer or no.

 

“Hello?” He answered, frowning.

 

“Jungkook?”

 

He recognized the voice. “What do you want?”

 

“I want to talk to you… for a bit”

 

“But I don’t”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I don’t mom!”

 

He heard her starting to sniff hard. “Jungkook, please, just… listen to me, you don’t have to talk”

 

“Be fast”

 

“I can’t be fast!” She yelled. “I want you to listen all I want to say”

 

“You’re not in any place to give me orders”

 

“Jungkook please!”

 

“Bye”

 

“No! Argh!” She yelled again. “This is all your father’s fault!”

 

“What?!” He yelled back. “You’re crazy! My dad has nothing to do with this!”

 

“He is! He isn’t helping me to get to you!”

 

“Mom! I don’t want anything with you, can you not understand that?!” He yelled this time, clearly angry. “You send me to ing prison” He was whispering now, between his teeth. “Do you remember?!”

 

She was crying hard. “Jungkook..”

 

“Don’t ever call me anymore or I’ll change my number”

 

“Please…” She kept crying.

 

And he hang up the phone, throwing it against his bed.

 

Talking to her is like talking to what he hates the most, it’s like talking to all the past and his image behind bars. He forgot all that these past few days, he lived well and happy, now she just ruined everything; he can’t have a peace of mind with her around, not even when he clearly say he doesn’t want her in his life anymore.

 

He sometimes questions himself, if he is doing the right thing but he can’t let that go so easily he needs to heal on his own first before trying to forgive someone else.

 

And what she did to him was so horrible and hurtful he is having a great time to ease the pain.

 

His phone rang but this time was a beep sound.

 

She better not sent him a message or he will go to Hell only for some words.

 

Roseanne.

-What are you doing?”-

 

Jungkook petrified.  

 

Jungkook.

-Nothing-

-Are you in your room?-

 

Roseanne.

-Yeah-

-Kind of boring-

-Are you ok?-

 

Jungkook.

-Sorry-

-I’m not a great entertainer-

-Yeah, I’m fine-

 

Roseanne.

-hahahaha-

-Don’t worry about it silly-

-You want me to get you something?-

 

Jungkook.

-It’s not necessary-

 

Roseanne.

-I’m a good cooker-

-I can cook you anything-

 

Jungkook.

-I kind a like that-

-But I don’t know if we have what I want-

-We need to got to get something in the grocery-

 

Roseanne.

-You like everything about me-

-Don’t worry about it-

-If we don’t have anything, then let’s just make a call-

 

He smiled.

 

Jungkook.

-You’re not wrong-

-Well, I have some numbers in my directory-

-Chinese, Italian, Mexican-

 

 

Roseanne.

-Whatever you want, honestly-

 

 

Jungkook.

-Mexican, it is-

-Hey…-

-Can I ask you something?-

 

 

Roseanne.

-I was in a place-

-Won’t tell you the name-

 

Jungkook.

-Why?-

-I’m your brother-

 

Roseanne.

-When its’ suits you-

 

Jungkook.

-hahaha-

-Don’t be like that-

 

Roseanne.

-You said you’ll go with me at least once-

 

Jungkook.

-Why are you so obsessed with me to go there?-

 

Roseanne.

-I want you to have fun-

-For once-

 

Jungkook.

-What do you mean ‘for once’?-

 

Roseanne.

-I entered in your room today-

-All you do is study-

-Don’t you get tired?-

 

Jungkook.

-Nope-

-Don’t you remember the promise I made you?-

 

Roseanne.

-Promise?-

 

Jungkook.

-About me becoming a doctor-

-To heal you-

 

Roseanne’s laugh was heard from his room. He smiled.

 

Roseanne.

-Oh, that-

-You still remember that? Grow up!-

 

Jungkook.

-Don’t be mean-

-I really want to became a doctor-

 

Roseanne.

-Not for me, anymore-

 

Jungkook.

-What you know?-

 

Roseanne.

-Stop-

-Did you order?-

 

Jungkook.

-I didn’t-

-You take all my concentration-

 

Roseanne.

-See?-

-Then you ask why I kissed you-

 

He laughed.

 

Jungkook.

-You still remember that? Grow up!-

 

Roseanne.

-hahahhaa-

-I’m tired of waiting-

-I’ll cook something-

 

He heard her opening the door and he went out as well, peeking his head in his door.

 

“Don’t burn the kitchen”

 

Roseanne turned around, smiling. “Then why don’t you cook something yourself?”

 

“Why are you so defensive?”

 

“Why are you so sensitive?”

 

Her figure it’s like watching a freaking piece of art, too much perfection and she is not even dressed cutely. She is just wearing a short with a long shirt and she is barefoot, unbelieveble. He leaned in the frame of the door, still watching the image of his dad completely disapproving this and it’s kind of embarrassing and necessary sometimes.

 

Even a sandwich is something incredible if it comes from her. What the ? This is so weird of him, thinking too much it’s not something suitable for him.

 

They were getting dinner seated across from each other, totally in silence.

 

Jungkook looked up at her and when she did the same, he looked down.