Chasing You..

Ch-16 Jeon Fam

Jungkook's pov

The following morning, I made a couple of hours' drive to my parent's beach house. When I pulled into the drive, I smiled up at the house. I loved coming here. The smell of the air, the white house that I grew up in, the tree that I used to use to climb out of my bedroom when I wanted to sneak out... it brought back happy memories.

I headed inside, grinning. Immediately, my mom tackled me into a hug. I laughed as she squeezed the life out of me.

"You lost weight!" she griped, patting my back and sides.

I pulled back and shook my head. That was always the first thing out of her mouth, followed by...

"You really need to find someone to look after you and feed you properly, Jungkookie!"

"I missed you," I said honestly, ignoring her comment. I had a nice person, and my mom was going to flip when I told her about Taehyung! I'd been holding off telling my family in case I screwed it up and got dumped.

She smiled and linked her arm with mine, pulling me into the kitchen where she was already cooking up a storm ready for my arrival.

"I missed you too. How have you been, you good?" She eyed me worriedly.

"I'm doing really good actually." My mom looked just the same as she always did, her mousy dark brown hair pulled back into a messy bun, her light brown eyes sparkling with happiness. She wore her usual attire, designed for comfort, but she still looked classy and beautiful even though she was pushing fifty-five.

Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention, and my youngest sister, Lisa walked in. As usual, she was wearing baggy jeans and a band tee, too much eyeliner, and black nails. Her now blonde hair had thick jet-black streaks in it. They were new. I flicked my eyes to my mom wondering why she let her do that to her hair, she just shrugged in response.

Lisa bobbed her head in acknowledgment, not taking her earphones out as she hummed along to the heavy metal crap she was listening to. I waited until she turned her back, looking in the fridge, before I grabbed her from behind and spun her round making her squeal. When I set her down on her feet again, she scowled.

"Jerk!" she hissed.

I smirked at her and nodded. "Yeah, you know it. Got a hug for me?" I asked, holding my arms out to her, already knowing she wouldn't do it. She only ever came to me if she needed something; I was a little too strict for her liking. As the youngest of three daughters, she got her own way over everything and didn't like that her big brother ordered her around.

"Whatever," she scoffed, turning back to the fridge.

"Wash that crap out of your hair before I come next time," I joked, putting on a stern face.

She gasped and looked at Mom. "I'm not washing it out just because the golden boy says so! Tell him to leave me alone, Mom, he's only been here for five minutes and he's already pissing me off!" She crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

I laughed and raised one eyebrow. Her strops were getting worse. "Stop cussing! Any boyfriends I need to know about? I could break some legs before I leave."

Her scowl deepened, and she grabbed the carton of orange juice from the fridge, turning and stalking out of the room, grumbling about me under her breath. I smiled. Lisa was only seventeen, and as baby sisters went, she was a pain in the ass – but I loved her.

Mom laughed and shook her head, putting more bacon in the pan to cook. "Leave her alone, Jungkookie."

 "She loves it really. So, how have you all been?" I asked, picking at the bread that she'd buttered on the side.