𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑴𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 - 𝙾𝚗𝚎

Unrevised chapter

May contain inappropriate language

Sorry for any spelling errors

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~ • Jungkook • ~

After leaving Jimin in front of his house and waiting for him to enter, I walk back towards my house in the middle of my thoughts.

After some internal reluctance, yesterday, I managed to invite him for a walk, and I confess that I didn't regret it, quite the contrary, I loved spending time with him.

I noticed that at certain moments during our walk he would become airy, and by instinct I would start a conversation with him to divert attention from whatever was bothering him at that moment.

He knew that the blonde was hiding something, but he didn't feel comfortable asking, since it was something sensitive for him, he didn't want to be insensitive.

Lost in his mind, he only realized that he had arrived home when he heard his father's voice sounding, drawing his attention.

- Is it Jungkook time? - he says with a serious face.

- Father? Still awake?

- Yes, your mother almost had a problem.

- Sorry, is she still awake?

- No, he's already asleep.

- Then I'll talk to her tomorrow.

- Why were you late?

- I was taking a walk.

- What a trip this is that lasts four hours.

- Good...

- Did you get a girlfriend? - he says playfully.

- Good!!

- What is?

- He is just my friend.

- Stuttering lost the argument.

- But I didn't stutter.

- Is it a boy?

- Yes, yes. - I say fearfully.

- I know him? - he says in a calm tone.

- No.

- Are getting?

- No, dad, we're still getting to know each other.

- Yet?

- Pie!!

- Is happy?

- As?

- Let me rephrase,.... do you like him?

- What kind of question is that? - I say unsatisfied.

- I just want to know more about the boy.

- Ask mom, she's already met him.

- Okay, he's in love. - says conclusively.

- No, I'm not.

- You just called your mother mommy.

- And what does that have to do with it?

- My boy has grown up. - he says, pretending to cry and removes a non-existent tear from the corner of his eye with his index finger.

- He looks like a teenager.

- Oops, oops, oops, not a teenager, it's a youthful spirit. - he says indignantly with a mocking tone.