The sequel of 𝘎𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘖𝘕 • 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 1
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮?
➵ fluff to make your heart flutter 💖
➵ some smut moments... just because 😏
➵ a happy ending for everybody
➵ main characters...
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Music.
Coming from upstairs.
A soft guitar sound flowed all the way down to the living room.
A spark ignited in the look my mother and I exchanged.
Without a single word, we rushed upstairs.
I felt my heart drop in my chest when I realized.
The music was coming from my father's room.
"My turn!"
"No! It was my idea!"
I heard my two little brothers fight as we slowly pushed the door of the room.
The boys were all gathered around his medical bed.
Minjun was leaning against the window, his fists dug inside his pockets, an unreadable look on his face. He was watching what was happening in front of him.
Jungkook was sitting at the end of the bed, an acoustic guitar on his lap. Seugmin was laying on the other side while Chinhae was right by Jungkook's side.
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"You can both do it..." Jungkook smiled, pushing his hair in the back.
He told Chinhae to sit next to him and placed the guitar in his arms.
"And Seugmin can press the cords here..." he showed my youngest brother where to place his little fingers.
As usual, my father was laying down against the fluffy pillows of his bed. His face was impassive, his eyes half-opened, staring at the ceiling.
And just like we had been used to in the past eight years... There was no way we could have told if he was "with us" at this moment.
Jungkook's eyes flickered when he finally noticed me and my mother at the door.
He must have felt our discomfort because he got on his feet right away. His arms came behind his back, a sorry look appearing on his face.
"They asked me to play the guitar..." he explained, his eyes about to glimpse at my father before retracting themselves and looking back at us. "I had no idea... I assumed..."
His Adam's apple rose up and down in his throat, his intense stare locking up with mine.
His deep, dark doe eyes.
We conveyed so much emotion to each other in this simple stare.
I was happy I was holding myself against the doorframe. I could have fainted from the intense wave of feelings overwhelming me right now.
