Perfect | JIKOOK

Chapter-38

Jungkook's pov.

           He held my gaze, I also couldn't look away.

Did he forget that he was naked?

           No, he didn't because as soon as he realized it, he put both of his hands on his crotch and jumped towards the window.

         Closing the curtain with an embarrassed face, he peeked his head through the curtains.

         " Didn't know you'd stoop so low to peek through people's windows while they are naked," he snorted, and then aggressively shut the curtains.

I still couldn't process what just happened... I was still standing in the same position, thinking about what I just saw.

It was Jimin.

He was back.

And he was naked.

             And he just confronted me while I was busy speculating my life. But what mattered the most was, he was back.

          I was so happy that I couldn't control the urge to go and hug him tightly. I ran as fast as I I could, smiling like an idiot. But stopped, as soon as I remembered everything.

         I remembered how he didn't want to see me. I remembered that he had moved on. I remembered that he had someone else to love.

       My smile dropped and my heart pounded on the fact that even if he was back, I was still a nobody to him. And now when he was a full-grown handsome man, he had every right to be confident and choose whatever he wanted.

        I jogged down the stairs and stood in the doorway with a poker face. Still conflicting if I should go or not. Mrs. Park had her own son now. She didn't need me at all now. I hurt to admit but it was true.

      I wouldn't be able to barge in anymore in Mrs. Park's home just to cheer her up and keep my senses to have an essence of Jimin.

         " Why are you standing here like a ghost," Dad whispered in my ear, making me flinch out of my thoughts. " Come on, let's go together,"

          " I don't...I don't want to go,"  I uttered, looking down.

          " Whyyy?" Dad whined, " Mrs. Park has made some delicious dishes and I won't miss them at any cost,"  he reasoned.

         " He...he is back, Dad," I felt like choking, controlling the urge of breaking down.

          " Oh," that was a sad 'Oh'. "Maybe I can miss some good delicious mouth-watering dishes for my son," Dad said, nodding in sympathy.

        " No, you can go," I said, looking at him, " I'll.. I'll just stay here," I was upset and my drained voice said it all.

       " You sure?" Dad asked. I nodded in agreement. He was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and looked back at me. " He might be waiting for you,"

        " No, he isn't."  I was sure that he wasn't waiting for me.

         Dad was about to say something when the doorbell suddenly rang, making me think that it was him at the door. Here to ask why I am not present at the party, or he missed, or he wanted to see me.

       " Oh, honey, What are you waiting for? Come with me, Mrs. Park is going crazy looking for you." All my thoughts went in vain when my mother suddenly dragged me out of the main door.

         " Mom, I don't..." I was about to say that I didn't want to go but I couldn't as I was already being dragged to his house.

First time in my life I cursed short distances between our houses.