My Brother's Clone✔ [Taekook]

43. Heated cheeks

Taehyung's POV 

I found myself again entangled in Jungkook's arms and legs when I woke up. I pulled away from him and looked up at his face. He was sleeping peacefully whilst snoring softly. He looked really cute at the moment. Like a cute prince. 

Some of his locks were falling onto his forehead. I slowly brushed them backward and stared at his handsome face. Never in my dreams, I thought I would meet someone looking like hyung and then have my first kiss with him and enter into this kind of a relationship with him. In fact, I never thought about kissing a guy. This seems strange and unreal. I still feel like I'm having a dream and when I wake up I would be on my bed in my home, hugging hyung’s pillow. 

But I know this isn't a dream. Jungkook isn't a fantasy. He is real. I can touch and feel him. 

I moved Jungkook's hair on the right side of his head to inspect his wound. It had completely healed. But a scar remained at the place. He groaned and turned, lying on his back as I grazed my fingers on the scar. 

I ran my fingers gently through his hair and he mewled softly at my touch. I then felt another scar on the front of his head. But this was a long one, almost running through the whole of the left side of his skull and curving like a circle near his ear. I followed it with my forefinger in awe. I knew what it would be. It was the mark from surgery. 

“Hey,” Jungkook suddenly said, opening his eyes. I immediately withdrew my hands. He turned and smiled at me, raising an eyebrow, causing my heart to thud faster. “What were you doing?” he asked. 

“You had brain tumor, right?” I asked. But I regretted it almost instantly as his eyes went wide. He was totally taken aback. 

“How did you know?” he asked after a moment. 

“I heard your mom talking to the doctor at the hospital. You went through a s..surgery when you were little,” I said. 

“Yeah, but I'm perfectly alright now. The surgery was a success,” he said, his face a bit nervous. 

“I know Jungkook,” I nodded my head. “I feel bad you had to g..go through a surgery at such a young age. CBT is extremely r..rare and accounts for only 0.5 to 1.5 percent of all p..pediatric brain tumors,” I blurted out foolishly. He looked at me surprised for a moment. 

“Seems like you did a whole research on it,” he then grinned

“N..no.” I shook my head. “I just googled.” 

He laughed a little and then pinched my nose. “Don't need to feel bad for me. I don't even remember anything. Maybe you can feel bad for my Mom. She might have struggled a lot with me. And she is still struggling alone with my sister.” 

“What about your Dad?” I asked. 

His face turned angry at the mention of his Dad. And I regretted asking that question. Probably his Dad and Mom are not together. Cause he has never mentioned to me his Dad before. And his Mom came alone with his sister at the hospital. 

“He left us when my sister was just two,” Jungkook said and turned around, lying straight. 

“You mean he...d..died?” I asked unsurely.

“No, he is alive and good and is leading a happy life with his new wife and daughter,” he let out a bitter chuckle.

“Oh, I- I'm sorry,” I said. He left a sigh and didn't say anything. 

I'm actually lucky in this matter. I got really nice and loving parents.

Also, nice siblings. One of whose loss I still can't bear.