I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My wavy black hair complimented and sat gracefully against the silky deep red dress. From my ears hung diamonds, that sparkled against the bright light in the bathroom. I carefully tied the strings at the back of my dress before then applying natural makeup, drawing a small amount of of winged eye liner that brought out the green in my eyes and rubbed a thin layer of moisturising lip balm onto my lips. I pulled on a pair of suede black heels and slowly made my way downstairs, where my mother awaited smiling.
"You look like a Greek goddess, Ομορφη (beautiful)"
"Too much?" I asked looking at the mirror once again and gently smudging my lip balm a bit more
"No...perfect." She squeezed my arm as I gave her a smile "what time are you planning to be back?"
"I'll let myself in don't worry" I turned to her as she sighed heavily, passing me her spare key.
"I love you" she kissed my cheek as the doorbell rang.
I opened the door as Jungkook looked me up and down, vice versa. He had a white shirt on tucked into suit trousers, and his hair was styled differently then normal.
"You look....amazing" he gasped as he put his hands in his pockets, a slight blush reaching his face.
"Dito"
"I'll have her back no later than 11" he smiled, as my mum folded her arms, causing me to laugh.
He took hold of my hand as he led me to the car. Opening the door, I leaned in and took a seat, buckling the seatbelt. The car had a minty smell to it with a mixture of his perfume. I shuffled back into the seat as he got in next to me, putting the car into gear and pulling away.
I watched the glistening lights of the city as we drove along the highway, thousands of apartments, houses and people all living their own lives. With their own dilemmas and stories. We shortly arrived at his parents house, the gates to this massive mansion opening up in front of us.
I breathed heavily as nerves started to take over me. I knew his parents of course, but it has been years.
"Nervous?" He looked over at me as I nodded, looking down at my hands sat on the red silky material "you'll be fine"
He grabbed my hand as we made our way up the long front garden. The smell of his perfume comforting me almost as we reached the big large oak door. The whole house was lit up, with huge windows that reached from floor to ceiling. The door opened to reveal a classy woman, her features similar to Jungkook's, but stood at a smaller height to him.
"Astra? You look stunning!" She embraced me in a hug, as the familiar moments came back to me. I wrapped my arms tightly around her before pulling away.
"How are you? How's your mother? You're a spitting image of her, just gorgeous" She gushed, allowing us to walk further in the door.
"JUNGKOOK!" An enthusiastic voice came booming down the stairs followed by the loud thud of footsteps. It was his brother, who eventually then came to pat him on the back "Astra, hi again"
"Lovely to see you, you've grown up so much!" I said as he blushed awkwardly.
"Just wanted to say he talks about you all the time" he cheekily responded as Jungkook hit him over the head.
"You two stop teasing one another" Jungkook's mother said, closing the door and shooing them through "Astra, you remember his dad right?"
"Yes of course, is he just through there?" I said as she nodded, ushering me through.
"Jungkook?!" a familiar voice said, hitting me once again with deja vu.
I peered around the room before spotting a man not much taller than Jungkook looking over at both of us, sipping a beer.
"Dad, Astra, you remember her?"
His dad took my hand in his and studied me closely. I felt a little awkward as he looked me up and down, suddenly feeling insecure in the dress that I was wearing.
"Well Astra, haven't you grown up?!" He whispered, before letting go of my hand "it's been a while, how are you?"
"Very well thank you" I replied as Jungkook pulled out a chair allowing me to sit down.
"So, where are you working now?" He began,
"I work in advertising and photography"
"Very good...Jungkook here is still attached to that music of his-"
"-but studying to be a pilot at the same time dad"
"Oh wow! You never mentioned?" I turned to Jungkook as he shrugged "it never came up in conversation"
"So, reminiscing and rekindling university days then?"
"Yes well, accidentally, I mean I bumped into him. Literally. So yes, I have missed our relationship though"
"Should watch where you're walking" Jungkook teased as I rolled my eyes.
"How's your mother and father?"
"Oh, they unfortunately split. I haven't really seen him since the divorce"
"Oh, I'm sorry" he said looking at me, as for once the feeling of upset took control of me.
The divorce of parents was not easy. The endless arguments, fights, who's taking who's side. It pained me that I had to remember what had happened, and that deep down I had really been the cause of it. Even if my mother kept telling me otherwise.
"It's fine" I blinked my tears back "I'll go and see if your mother needs any help, I'll be back" I said patting Jungkook's arm and walking away.
But in all honestly, I wasn't fine. I just had to keep telling myself I was.
The night went very quickly, shared with laughs, achievements, memories, lots of eating food, to the point where yes, I had a food baby. But the best part was probably that feeling of family again. By the end of the night, Jungkook and I took a stroll outside, the warm evening sky being inviting. In the outskirts of Brooklyn the skies seemed really clear, less pollutants and more stars could be seen. I longed to take a picture.
"Thank you for this, I really owe it to you" I said, as I took his hand and gave it a lighthearted squeeze.
"I'm really sorry about the divorce" he apologised as I sighed "it's not your fault, you didn't know"
"I'm sure both your mother and father are proud of you"
"You think so?" I turned to face him, only the glistening of his deep brown eyes I could make out in the darkness.
He nodded his head as i felt my back hit the wall behind me. The cold stone sending a shiver up my spine. His hands carefully grazed and outlines the sides of my hips, travelling slowly up my chest and then stopping as he cupped my face. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart thumped as though it felt like that was the only sound anyone could hear.
He slowly leaned forwards, stopping just before my lips
"I missed you" he whispered softly before his lips met with mine.
His hands got caught in my hair, as he passionately kissed me. My hands wrapping around and placing on the back of his neck. Suddenly my hair felt like it was being pulled as it tangled round his hands.
"I'm sorry" he laughed as we pulled away from one another.
I threw my head back in laughter, whilst we both struggled to get our breaths back. Then again we were staring at one another. His eyes locked with mine.
" I better get you back" he smiled, before kissing the tip of my nose and linking his hand with mine.
As we walked back towards the house, I touched my lips giddily as I remembered the feeling of his lips on mine. Until that giddiness soon turned to regret. As it always does.