Jungkook's Little Sister Imagines

One Final Dance

jungkook is your father in this chapter.

[ ! ] wear earphones and play dance with my father by luther vandross .

[ back when i was a child, before life removed all the innocence, ]

my childhood is one of a kind. one of my favorite moments in my life is in my childhood. all the innocent laughters, cheerful smiles and the memories that i want to treasure forever. those weekly beach visits, monthly theme park visits and daily playtimes with my father.

i remember every single thing vividly as if it happened yesterday.

holidays with my parents — jeon jungkook and kim jaehee — they're the best, really. christmas is my, and will always be, my favorite holiday. i remember how dad will tuck me to bed and sing me my favorite song to help me fall asleep and god, i would do everything to hear his voice again.

every kid believes in santa — the innocence of the kids which i adore. i remember how dad will ask me what i want for christmas and every single year i would ask for a dog — a pomeranian to be specific. but i couldn't because my grandma is allergic to pets. we used to live in dad's childhood home so it was great to live where my own dad grew up. it's amazing to know that we shared a childhood home.

after i turned seven and after dad turned twenty-seven, we moved to a new house. it's not that far from our old home because we still have to visit grandma and grandpa. it was definitely a huge change for a seven-year-old. i had my first room in that house because i used to sleep in between mom and dad back in the old house.

and we spent our first christmas together in that house. looking back, i really think that that's the best christmas ever.

i remember how dad gave me this medium-sized box, it's not wrapped with a gift wrapper. before i could even touch the gift box, a dog's head peeked out of the box, smiling, his tongue out of his mouth as he pants. it was the gift i've been requesting for years. i remember crying out of happiness and how i made my dog sleep beside me that night.

dad had to tuck in two babies that night — me, and yang.

[ my father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me, ]

mom told me so many times how dad is a hopeless romantic and how dad danced with my mom on their first date. in their kitchen, slow music playing in the background using his phone. that night, they reenacted that very night when my mother fell in love with dad over and over again and when dad realized that mom is the girl he'll be with forever.

dad danced with mom the night before their wedding, on their empty bedroom which they know will be soon filled with memories they'll create together with the family they both will build and cherish.

dad danced with mom the night after i was born and dad always dance with mom on their anniversaries.

my young self admired them so much, watched them dance in the kitchen with sparkles in her eyes. i told myself that i want to marry a man like dad. he sees mom like she's the prettiest girl in the entire universe, how his lips curl up to the warmest smile whenever he looks at mom and how he loves mom is something i couldn't explain into words. he loves mom more than he loves himself.

after he dance with mom, he would dance with me, too. he would carry me and sway me left and right as if he's really slow dancing with me because i can't reach his shoulders that time. he would pepper my face with kisses and i would giggle until he stops but my smile never fades whenever i'm with him.