Dea p.o.v
I slightly lock the door again making sure it didn't sound loud enough for the people to hear, placing my keys from the table, and quickly glances upstairs. I smiled to myself seeing no one awake this time
Until........ one of the lampshades from the living room turned on
There seated a serious looking Jungkook with his unfixed hair and delay devouring eyes, he glances halfway the room to see the cloth strikes to 12 and look back at me
Smiling innocently as I stride my way towards him
"You know what time is it?" He asked in a monotone voice
"Oh yeah, I have a small watch here, its small but I can see it clearly....12:30 hmmm?"
"Do you think I'm being funny?" Jungkook sound really mad so I shut up,
He places both his hand inside his pockets before passing right beside me going upstairs,
This is our first fight in a while, we may get petty fight but this is kind of serious.
Next day came I woke up a bit early, I did my morning duty and woke up both my siblings.
I was about to wake up Jhope to but he wasn't in his bed, didn't he came home last night?
"Geon woo please eat your broccoli it's healthy for you" I pleaded for the nth time making this kid eat but he won't budge
Until Jungkook appeared with his white usual uniform as he placed his coat in his forearm
"Geon woo-ah eat that or else I won't bring you to school" Jungkook played threatened and the little one started eating fast
"Jhope is not in his room" I started a conversation
"Well if you got home early you would've know no the news" the latter replied hurting me slightly with his words as he sip some coffee while reading the newspaper
Jisung can only glance at the both of us, and I rolled my eyes in his annoyance
"Geon Woo-ah let's get your bag" Jisung dragged his nephew before they leave the scene
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