Jungkook Oneshots

In His Heart's Time

                                     
                        "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦
                                                     𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵." 

"Mom, why do we have to go stay there?" you asked, standing behind the glass partition, arms crossed. Your voice carried a mix of annoyance and curiosity as you watched her chop vegetables with practiced ease.

"Because Mrs. Jeon is my best friend, and she needs my help and presence," your mom replied, her tone firm but distracted as she kept her eyes on her work.

"But I've never even seen her before!" you exclaimed, your brows furrowing as you leaned against the counter, unwilling to let it go.

"That's because she was in America for her son's treatment," she said, finally glancing at you. Her expression softened for a moment before she turned back to the cutting board. "But they had to return."

"Then why do we have to move in with them?" you asked again, your voice sharper now. You took a step closer, searching her face for some kind of reasonable explanation.

"She's continuing her son's treatment here, and she's alone," your mom explained patiently, pausing her work for a moment. "As her best friend, I want to make sure she's mentally well."

You groaned audibly, throwing your hands in the air. "Can't you just call her and keep her 'mentally well'? Why do we have to live with her?!" you asked, your voice tinged with frustration.

"She needs a helping hand too," your mom said firmly, her expression now serious as she turned to face you. "Her son has a weak heart. He's probably around your age, so bear with me, okay? This is not up for debate." Her tone left no room for argument.

"Ugh!" You stomped your foot like a child, glaring at the floor. "This is so unfair!" Without waiting for a reply, you turned on your heel and stormed off, your footsteps heavy with defiance. Reaching your room, you slammed the door shut, collapsing onto your bed with a dramatic sigh.

Mrs. Jeon. You had heard her name countless times but had never actually seen her in person. Your mom often reminisced about their memories together—childhood adventures, shared secrets, and endless laughter by showing you her albums. But after Mrs. Jeon got married, she moved to America. Despite the distance, she and your mom managed to stay in touch, though their conversations became less frequent over time.

You never knew she had a son, let alone one with a weak heart. That piece of information made you pause. Why would they come back to Korea? Didn't America have better medical facilities? 

What really bothered you was leaving your house. It wasn't just a house—it was your home, your comfort zone. Sure, it might make you sound like a sulky teenager, but you'd rather stay here than move into someone else's space and deal with meeting strangers. The idea of interacting with someone new made your stomach churn.

Adding to the complication was your family's situation. Your parents were divorced—a messy arranged marriage that had finally fallen apart when you turned sixteen. They had tried to hold everything together, but the cracks were too deep. Although you still saw your dad occasionally, your mom wasn't fond of the idea. He had remarried and started a whole new life with his new wife. Thankfully, there were no kids involved—one less thing to feel awkward about.

Still, staying with your dad wasn't an option. You couldn't bring yourself to hurt your mom by choosing him, and honestly, you didn't want to deal with his new wife either. So, here you were, stuck. With no other choice, you had to meet your mom's best friend and her son.