Love is half

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"I don't want any kind of object, such as knives and anything that has capability of harm near anywhere in the house, I have thought about putting them in places where only we are aware of knowing." Jungkook goes through a week of research online to how keep the environment as safe as possible, his brows are knitted as his eyes runs over the notepad of his phone, he scrolls through a list of words he has been writing for months, words about safety and communication, about being careful and observing, honestly. And the importance of being gentle and show emotions when it needs to be.

"Yeah. I have thought about it."

"And try not to overwhelm him with too much words..it can pressure him."

"jungkookah."Besides him, Hoseok mumbles as he leans closer to stare at the screen to read the words in his mind, "When did you do all these..?" He lifts an eyebrows, his hair tickles side of Jungkooks shoulder, newly dyed maroon hair that Jungkook thought suits the boy.

"That's all he has been doing." Mr Kim opens his mouth, his words seems gentle as he points at Jungkook with the chopstick in his hand, they are having their lunch. Raw beef which has been cooked with traditional and fine seasoning,fresh green vegetable with few ingredients Jungkook brought few days ago as he has been learning new recipes at home, the rice sticks on the spoon and uncles lips that Jungkook has urge to tell him to not talk while eating. The egg yolk melts in the red bowl, the chicken of their farm has been laying healthy amount of eggs lately.

Hoseok snickers, it sounds more like soft laugh afterwards, "Hm, Jeon has been working hard." He says. Jungkook clicks the side of his phone and the screen goes dark, showing him half of his reflection especially with the help of the kitchen light. "You have been working so hard, once Taehyung arrives, we will do our best to keep him okay too."

Jungkook opens his mouth. His lower lip juts and then he takes a breath. These words are familiar in his ears, the members in this family has been drowning him with words of praises and Jungkook appreciates them, it always keeps him full with courage and to work harder. But he would never get used to it.

"Thanks-aha, I uh just want the best for him. For everyone." He is quick to say, sounding so young and boyish, and it is funny because he is both still young, boyish, but feels all too grown with heavy words on his tongue, responsibilities, "Anyways," he clears his throat, eyes half wide "isn't- isn't he almost coming back in an hour?"

"less than that, I got text from the rehab and they said they are on their to drop him off."

Jungkooks expression drops. Not the cold faced seriousness that catches everyone off guard but more like it is frozen in sudden shift of words.

"Oh." He nods, digesting Hoseoks words in, "Okay." He grabs a bottle of water from the table, " I will go in the room and- also tell aunty to drink the lemonade when she wakes up, Its in the fridge." He sits up hurried, suddenly his attention are back to Taehyungs room, then he goes on, "Uh also tell her not to add extra sugar cus' I already put splend-"

"Oh boy, I will I will-you can go." Mr.Kim chuckles, the plate is empty as few stickiness of the rice plastered over the plate with the abandoned chopstick. The kitchen is clean and neat, it smells like air freshener and the wine glasses and others are placed on the top shelf of the cabinets where it would take a chair to reach, no knife or so at the sight because Jungkook has placed them in a box far away in the counter, towards the corner.