"This conversation is over," I declare.
I start to walk past him but before I take another step, he hooks his finger into my belt loop as he pulls me back and closer to him. He leans in so that his mouth is now hovering over my ear and I involuntary...
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Jungkook
The years may have passed, but the warmth and comfort of this place remain the same. Taking a deep breath, I prepare myself for the reunion I've been both excited for and dreading.
My hand hesitates for a moment before I press the doorbell.
The door swings open, and Mrs. Kim's face lights up with a joy that instantly melts away my apprehensions.
"You're here!" She exclaims, enveloping me in a hug that feels like home.
"Hey, Mom," I reply, returning the hug with equal fervor. "It's good to see you."
Mr. Kim appears behind her, his gruff demeanor unable to mask the genuine pleasure in his eyes.
"Welcome back, son," he says, patting my back with a firmness that speaks volumes of his affection.
"Hi, Dad," I greet him, feeling a pang of guilt for not visiting more often.
They're not my real parents, Mr. and Mrs. Kim have loved and treated me like their own and I've been stayed with them since I was eight and that's the reason I call them Mom and Dad.
I am grateful for their love and their care for me as if I'm their own real son.
I remember the first time I walked into this house when I was eight years old. It was a day filled with fear and uncertainty, my small hands clutching the straps of an oversized backpack that held all my worldly possessions. My biological parents had failed me in ways I couldn't even think to forgive them.
Till date I can't see it in me to forgive them.
As I step inside, the familiar surroundings evoke a flood of memories. The worn-out couch where Seokjin and I used to wrestle, the kitchen table where countless meals were shared, and the family photos adorning the walls-all of it is just as I remember.
"Where's Seokjin?" I ask, noticing his absence.
"He's on his way," Mrs. Kim says, guiding me towards the living room. "He got caught up at work but he'll be here soon. Now, sit down and make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."
I sink into the couch, the cushions molding to my body like they always did. Mr. Kim sits across from me, a small smile playing on his lips.
"So, how have you been?" He asks, genuine curiosity in his voice.
"Busy, but good," I reply, trying to keep my tone light.
