─ moon struck ; jjk

♡ eight ; "don't give up on her."

Dating.

That sent shivers down my spine.

Meaning you had to talk about your feelings and shit.

Not something I was good at, as you very well know.

I couldn't help but wonder if I wanted to get close to him – if he even wanted that. Who knows, maybe he just wants a good lay – even though I didn't understand him wanting me.

He's not bad, River.

I scolded myself for once again thinking the worst of him.

Dingleberries, I just didn't know what to do at this point. How was I going to react once my small vacation away from the daycare center came to an end? And how would I react to seeing him again?

Should I go back to avoiding him like the plague?

Ugh.

I was such a mess. It was just getting plain embarrassing at this point.

My palm came up to shield my eyes.

"Pixie?"

I groaned louder at Corey's voice. Kingston sleepily licked my chin and clambered out of my arms to plop on my pillow. A tiny smile came upon my lips. With a small sigh, I held onto the book in my lap, and sat up.

"Yeah, Cor?"

Clearing my throat, and hoping my voice didn't sound hoarse, I let him in my bedroom and watched Corey, closely followed by Brandon, come inside the room.

Seeing the matching solemn looks on the twins' faces, I forced a smile on my lips.

"I'm not going to have another panic attack, guys. I'm okay." I assured them with a soft smile, back now against the headboard when they took a seat at the end of the bed.

Being the softer of the two, Corey smiled softly and watched me carefully – sympathy shining in his eyes. I felt my throat tighten.

If there was one person who could read me like a book, besides Brandon, that is, it'd have to be Corey.

Seeing as they basically raised me, it wasn't all that shocking how well they knew me and my patterns.

"You doing good?" Brandon asked roughly, rubbing his hands through his hair, "...I mean, you're going back to the center tomorrow...will you be okay? Seeing him again?"

I felt my face pale at the reminder.

"Sure," I shrugged, "I'll be fine, guys. And it's not like anything was gonna happen. Actually..." I hesitated, peeking at Corey before the next sentence left my mouth. "Um...I'm honestly grateful for what you said. I hadn't really thought much of what was really going on in his life before...and it's just best that I keep my distance from him." so these feelings won't get stronger.

Corey sighed and glared at Brandon heatedly before turning to me. He grabbed my hand in his and smiled softly, "He didn't have to be so harsh about it...but it's also not up to him. That would have to be something you and Jungkook talk about when the time comes...or if you even go to the next stage – as in really talking."

Slowly nodding, I thought over his words. "Yeah..."

Licking at my dry lips, I pasted on a fake smile. "But I don't think that's gonna happen. He's got enough to worry about without adding me to the mix, Cor. But I appreciate your words, nonetheless."

Sure, Jungkook was the most handsome man I'd ever seen in my life. And sure; he was the sweetest, most passionate, and most loving man from what I've seen, and with the prettiest eyes I've been blessed enough to look into, and the best dad to Moon...but it was for the best.