Mafia's Last Mission: LOVE

SEE YOU AGAIN

Memories are the only thing that remind us about our loved ones. Thinking about them makes us happy for a long time. Feeling that moment when we were together makes us want to live it again but at the same time, we are afraid that, someone will find out about us. We want to keep our loved ones safe but at the same time, we want to hold them in our arms forever. Sometimes the world isn't fair, sometimes the society isn't fair, sometimes love isn't fair. We have to push that important person out of our life to keep him safe, Is that cruel?

Namjoon and Jungkook slowly chuckled remembering that they were standing outside for nearly half an hour. Namjoon ruffled Jungkook's hair who smiled widely and held his hands pulling him towards the front door. They both knew that this memory and these feelings should be kept a secret. They can't afford to lose their loved ones who make them feel things they have never experienced before. Namjoon and Jungkook entered the living room, and they quickly changed their smiling faces to normal.

It was already evening when they returned home. Jungkook and Namjoon both took warm baths before entering the kitchen together. Whenever Jungkook was free, he would always help his elder brother with work that he could do. Cooking wasn't hard for both of them, they found it interesting. Jungkook didn't know how to cook but when he ate the food made by Namjoon for the first time, he also wanted to learn cooking. Both of them made their bond while cooking, they shared their likes and dislikes, they talked about their daily lives, they shared their opinions, and they teased each other very much.

Jungkook was a baby for Namjoon, and he loved to pamper him. He always took care of Jungkook and would always get him out of trouble. Jungkook was different before he met Namjoon, he was an introverted, very shy type of person but after being with Namjoon. He always caused trouble at college, he became a stripper but that wasn't because of Namjoon, that was Mr. Kim's fault. He loved staying with Namjoon, he was family to Jungkook. Namjoon wore an apron and then helped Jungkook to wear one.

"What should we make?"

Jungkook put one hand under his chin showing that he was thinking while Namjoon patiently waited for his answer. Jungkook always got to pick which dish they should make together, and Namjoon always made that for him. Jungkook smiled teasingly before looking at his brother.

"Food, I guess because we can't make babies in here"

Jungkook innocently answered and smiled. Namjoon sighed and hit the back of his head. Jungkook pouted while rubbing his head where his brother hit him. Namjoon shook his head and took the floor out from the cabinet attached to the wall near the fridge. Namjoon knew what the younger liked the most.

"PANCAKES"

Jungkook screamed excitedly because he loved pancakes, and he loved the pancakes made by Namjoon the most. Namjoon chuckled softly and looked at his younger brother while smiling. Jungkook ran and came back with a bowl to mix all the ingredients. The elder chuckled at his behaviour and gave him the flour. Jungkook took the flour from him and put it on the counter. He turned to take the measuring spoon, then took 2 cups of flour and carefully sieved it.

Namjoon smiled looking at his younger brother. He knew that these small things could make him happy easily because in their life full of struggling, these small moments help them to be themselves. Jungkook added all the necessary ingredients and mixed them well. He was smiling, he was happy, he was living that moment, even if that moment was only for some minute. He knew that they would be back to their old life when they stepped outside the kitchen. But enjoying these small moments was worth it, they deserve it.

Jungkook took the bowl in which all the ingredients were mixed perfectly and went to his brother. They didn't need to share any words to understand what they wanted to do next. Namjoon lit the flame and kept a pan over it. Jungkook kept the bowl next to the stove and waited patiently for the pan to heat up a little. It was only evening, only a few minutes had passed by since that incident, but Namjoon was again taken back to that moment. He could feel his student's hands around his waist, his lips on his lips. He remembered how he brushed his lips over his and slightly sucked his lower lips. That moment was magical, and nothing can be compared to that.