Fuck it, ILY

Bam

Today is the weekend, and weekends with Jungkook are always chaotic—chaotic in the best way possible. It's a kind of beautiful mess, one that I've grown to love. The day often starts with him waking up before me, which usually means the kitchen is about to become his playground.

I remember one weekend vividly. I woke up to the smell of something burning, and before I could even get out of bed, I heard Jungkook's panicked voice from the kitchen. "Who the fuck burned my kitchen?" he exclaimed, but when I walked in, he was standing there with that cheeky grin on his face, the one that he always gives when he's messed up something.

"Making breakfast for my beautiful wife," he said, holding up a spatula like it was some kind of peace offering. I tried to control my smile, the corners of my lips twitching as I suppressed the laughter threatening to bubble up. But I did it—I managed to keep a straight face. That is, until my mom walked in, took one look at the disaster he had created, and started scolding him. The sight of Jungkook getting a playful scolding from my mom was enough to break my composure, and I couldn't help but laugh.

Jungkook is something else. He's got rhinitis, which means that every morning, he wakes up with a runny nose and a bit of sniffling. It's become a routine for us—he'll wake up, sniff a few times, and I'll hand him a tissue while he grumbles about his nose. My mom even gave me some remedies to help with it, though getting him to try them is a whole other challenge.

One weekend, he took me on a long bike ride, something he had been talking about for weeks. The wind was in our faces, the road stretching out before us, and the world felt like it was ours. Jungkook was in his element, his hands steady on the handlebars as he maneuvered the bike effortlessly. But the thing is, his bike is noisy—like, really noisy. It's the kind of noise that makes heads turn, not in awe, but in mild irritation. But Jungkook? He loves it. He even vibes to the sound of his bike, grinning ear to ear every time it revs up. And despite the noise, I couldn't help but enjoy the ride. There's something about being on the back of his bike, holding on to him, that makes everything else fade away.

But this weekend, something feels different. Everything is quiet—too quiet. Usually, by now, I'd hear the sounds of him rummaging through the kitchen or the telltale sniffles that mean he's awake. But today, there's nothing. No chaos, no noise, no Jungkook.

I haven't seen him all morning, and a strange unease begins to settle in my chest. Where could he be? I can't shake the feeling that something's off. Finally, I decide to ask my mom if she's seen him.

"Mom, have you seen Jungkook?" I ask, trying to keep my voice casual even as the worry starts to creep in.

She looks up from her book and gives me a reassuring smile. "Oh, he went to pick someone special," she says, her tone light.

Someone special? My mind races, trying to figure out what she could mean. Who could he be picking up? And why didn't he tell me?

The uncertainty gnaws at me, but I force myself to take a deep breath. Jungkook wouldn't just leave without a reason. There's something more to this, something he's planned, and I just need to wait and see.

But patience isn't exactly my strong suit, especially when it comes to him. I find myself pacing around the house, trying to distract myself, but my thoughts keep drifting back to him. What is he up to? Why all this secrecy?

Time seems to drag, each minute feeling longer than the last. The quiet that once felt peaceful now feels almost oppressive, the absence of his presence making the house feel strangely empty.

Just when I'm about to reach for my phone to call him, I hear the sound of the door opening. My heart leaps in my chest, and I rush to the front of the house, eager to see who or what Jungkook has brought home.