Perfect | JIKOOK

Chapter-26

Jungkook's pov.

                   " Why didn't you let me invite him over?" Dad grumbled as soon as he entered home, " He is adorable," dad said with all the uwus. 

                 "You can't just randomly invite him..." I argued.

             " Why? Isn't he your friend?" Dad questioned and I sighed. 

            " He is.  I mean.. things are different with him... things are awkward actually," I sighed as I sat on the sofa, as my whole body felt heavy.

           " Why? Did you steal his money?" Dad asked concerned, making me roll my eyes.

           " No, Dad," I spat, " Why would he do that," I couldn't believe him.

           " Okay so... Did he steal your girlfriend?" He questioned again, sitting next to me on the sofa.

          "No," then I thought for a second, I thought for a reason to make my dad stop talking about him. " well... Technically yes, he did steal my girlfriend. The girl that was with him, I liked her but she is Jimin's girlfriend, so I ended my friendship with him." I lied.

        " Oh no, you are lying. You're a bad bad liar," dad rambled with most smug expressions.

       " No, I am not lying," I insisted.

       " Those eyes... Eyes never lie, Kid. You didn't even look at that girl," he said smiling at me. " You know... You are just like your mother," he said with endearing eyes.

       " Mom says the same thing... I am just like you," I said bored, " actually I am like both of you coz you both made me,"

       " But you turned out to be stupid," I said like he was darn serious.

      "What did I do?" I asked, crossing my arms.

      "Since when did you start hiding your emotions?" He asked, looking at me, judging me.

~Since I was I kid. I wanted to say.

      " I am not hiding anything," I said, my voice stern, trying my best to make him believe me.

But he was my dad.

         He laughed. " I just hope whatever you are going through falls back in place and if you're not comfortable telling me or your mom what you're going through, that's totally fine. But just don't do drugs, you are still sixteen." He joked. I hope he was joking.

           " I am not doing drugs," I sighed.

          " Okay then," he said, patting my back, almost smacking my back. Ugghh I couldn't even glare at him. " So if feel like telling me what's going on in your mind, you surely can. I won't judge you." He winked at the end, making me let out a chuckle.

My dad was a total dork. But looking at him, made me realize how empty he was. After all these waves of laughter and jokes, his eyes...his eyes were as empty as mine.

Nothing hurt anymore like I was getting used to being all messed up. The only thing that stung was the feeling of not being able to do anything when Jimin was slipping out my hands.

I wish I could tell him how miserable I am. I wish I could tell him that even if it wasn't love it was something more than that. I wish I could tell him that I always cared for him. I wish we could just....communicate.