fix her.

fault.

"chungha, eat!"

jungkook said as he shoved a spoonful of spoon into my mouth.

i looked at him with absolute confusion, but i chewed the food anyway.

"do you not like it? it's your favourite kimchi that dad used to make for us."

i wish i liked it as much like last time, jungkook.

but without dad, it was missing one ingredient.

his love.