Hyung's Lover boy

Like a Date?

Three weeks have passed, and we are not talking to each other much, but there was no tension between us. He was smiling, and most of the time, I was the one smiling without much effort. There is a difference between being in love and not being in love. I have been in love with this human for years. Something is happening between us, and I can feel the difference in how he liked me before and how he does now. His eyes always screamed about him to me. I told you a thousand times that I know him better than I know myself.

"So, how was the day?" he asked while peeling the strawberries. He was busy putting one strawberry into one bowl to another. His eyes were on the strawberries, while mine were on my Hyung. I thought it would become awkward for me after he and I kissed, like in other love stories in drama's, after a few days or months, they realize it, and then everything works out that way. Some stories even have bad endings, and I was afraid to have one of those, but in my life, something different happened. We were okay after the kiss. We are even talking, acting sometimes like a newly married couple all shy-shy and sometimes like normal, just like before. Should I complain? Why should I? I have him, and he has me, and that's all I could ever ask for.

"Arm, Hyung, this is..." I tried my best not to get shy or stutter, because it would make me say something I didn't intend to. "Th-this is for you," I finished, my cheeks hot, all thanks to my stupid brain that couldn't stop for a minute to control its feelings.

"Really?" His eyes widened, and I handed him the earrings while staring at the sofa, which wasn't even a bit interesting. I felt too shy to look at anything else. I know you must be wondering how I can still be so stupid after more than fifteen years of being in love with this small human. Well, hello, this is me. I could still wait for him like this for the next fifteen years. That's how deeply in love I am with him—falling more and more.

I know he really likes silver materials, shining and reflecting more light than any other material. He was really looking at and adoring those earrings, and for a second, I wondered why I'm still human not the earrings. Do I sound cringe? Well, I am—just for him.

"That's so beautiful, Jungkook-ah!" he cheered happily, rushing to the nearest mirror and starting to put one earring on. Man, his eyes were on himself, and mine were on him.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Well, talking about my new home, I don't go there much because my home is at Park's. Walls, construction, and perfect furniture only matter when you have people to cherish it. There's no point in earring money when there's no one to spend on. The same way, there's no point in a home if there's no one to live with. I live at Park's, and I see myself as their son-in-law in my mind. Yes, I live in my imagination; life is tough in reality.

"Where is Jungkook, son?"

Hyung turned toward me because he was the one who opened the door. I stood up from my seat after hearing the voice because, man, it's been three years since I last heard from them. "Mom," I mumbled to myself, shocked to hear her voice.

Hyung let her inside, and I turned toward them to find she wasn't alone—my father was there too. I was speechless, more confused than shocked, by their presence at Hyung's door. They rushed toward me, and I hugged them back because I love them, even though they didn't love me from then. As I hugged them, I looked at Hyung, who had come to a halt, his eyes already watering. I didn't know why I laughed, because this man is really something else to believe. He's more emotional than I am. I love emotional guys—did I mention that before? Well, you can note it down now.

My family settled in, apologizing a lot to me, and I was just listening because I had already forgiven them. Sometimes, parents are not mature, but when they accept that they were wrong, we should forgive them.

"We are very sorry for everything. We should have listened to your preferences and what you liked more," my father said, while my mother just nodded in agreement. A few tears dropped from my father's eyes, and my mother was crying too. I didn't know when I started crying as well, and guess who else was still crying? My Hyung.

My face lit up seeing him like that, and I opened my arms to hug him. There's always a place for him—just for him. I waited for him to turn toward me, and my eyes stayed on him. I forgot about my parents for a minute because Hyung looked like a five-year-old to me. His eyes were swollen, and I didn't know why he was still crying. He looked so sad, and though I don't like seeing him cry, he was also looking like a five-year-old child. Who's older here, maybe me?

He rushed toward me, hugging me, and I embraced him completely because he's very important. I really wanted to hold him forever like that—have I told you this before? I randomly noticed my parents looking at me. My eyes met theirs, but I didn't look away because I didn't care if they realized I was interested in Hyung. They're wrong, though—I'm not just interested in Hyung. I'm only interested in my Hyung. That's a big difference. I think they got the idea about my secret feelings for my Hyung, but I don't want to hide it anymore. I'm tired of hiding my feelings for him. My parents already regret not listening to me, and I guess they have another chance to prove they care about my choices. I know it's a lot, but I can't help it either.

"Wanna go out?" he asked. And who am I to deny him on this earth? I couldn't even form a word to answer. Should I be the one asking him, in front of my parents? My parents were looking at me. They saw my red face. I don't know, but I saw my mother smile at me. Is she okay with me liking Hyung? My face was saying everything, but why was he the one asking me this? Am I running slow? 'Like a date?'

"Yes, please." See, that's not what I should have been asked, but I don't know why there's this terror that if 'Like a date?' sounds wrong to him, I'll lose the chance to spend quality time with him. And that would be terrible for me to even think about.

Some other day, I'll ask him for an actual date. But today, my parents know about me liking my Hyung. I love him—that's the difference.