Jungkook's Little Sister Imagines

The Five Love Languages: I

QUALITY TIME

the sound of the ticking clock filled the formal living room alongside the soft sound of talking voices from mom's favorite afternoon show. it's a saturday which means no school for me but at the same time, it's a saturday which means the day for jungkook's extra medical school classes that he takes for extra credits.

"mom? is jungkook coming home early today?" i asked and the window in front of me fogged up due to my warm breath. i guess i was too close to the window.

"i'm not sure, tiger. why? do you need something from him?" i shook my head as a response. i do need something from him— but it's irrelevant for adults. it's a kid thing. being 14-years younger than jungkook is fun and sad at the same time. i like that he takes care of me really well but as i grow, so do he. sometimes, i forget that adults grow, too.

as he grow older, responsibilities take up his time. not just babysitting-jungwon-responsibility or varsity-responsibilities. there's so much more to his world now that wasn't existing before college. and now that he has more responsibilities to take care of, he's slowly losing his time here at home with us.

mom hummed, "alright then. i'll be in the kitchen if you need anything, alright?" she stood up and left me all alone at our living room. mom left the television on, playing 18 again which she has been addicted to since last week.

with a frown, i sat down on the couch with my legs propelled up and relaxed on the coffee table. i am trying my best to set aside the fact that i am upset because jungkook is running late. we have plans today— he promised me. but i guess he got caught up with his school again— but it's fine! dad once told me that i have to allow jungkook to grow on his own without us. that he's also human that needs space to explore and find his authentic self.

dad called it maturity. he said that even though jungkook spent most of his teenage years bonding with his little sister doesn't mean it'll stay forever that way. his world doesn't revolve only on me— that's why i have to learn how to understand. that balancing medical school and spending time with us as much as he can is already more than enough.

a few moments had passed and i decided that my waiting game is over. "mom, i'll head to the park for a few minutes. i'll be home before dinner." with my shoes on, i grabbed a sweater from the coat rack and went out, not forgetting to bid another goodbye to mom in case she doesn't hear the sound of the door opening.

the walk to the park is breezy yet the sun provided enough warmth to prevent me from freezing with just my sweater.

sitting on a spot that's under the shade of the tree, i took out my book and started reading. i sat there for a few minutes, trying to comprehend the inked words that seemed to be disguising as japanese characters.

i have no idea why i was so bothered by the fact that jungkook isn't here with me. i mean, we've been doing this routine for a few years now ever since he moved out, but this is the first time that i got this bothered — maybe because this time, we actually had plans and yet he isn't here.

i placed the book down beside me, on the grass, and closed my eyes. the breeze calmed me down. embracing me and comforting me.

my mind then wondered about life lately. how it doesn't feel that exciting anymore. but at the same time, i feel like i'm at fault that i feel that way. i am too occupied thinking about matters at home that i forgot i have a life outside of it. i rarely do things i love anymore because i've been busy filling in the empty void in my life with the wrong substance.