Love To Hate

1

"He's right.. I should have brought a jacket." Jungkook shivered as he walked along the sidewalk, the cold air nipping at his skin. He rubbed his arms with his hands as he walked, his teeth lightly chattering as he looked down at his feet.

It wasn't winter, it was just a particularly cold night. The moon was high in the sky as he looked at the ground. He approached a house. The color was a light dusty blue, rimmed with black. There was a black staircase of three steps leading to a patio. The floor of the patio was green, like fake grass, and there was a porch swing that could fit two or three people, depending on the size. He sighed. Oh how he missed that swing.

He approached the front door. It was white with black trim and designs on it. He hesitated, but pressed the small button to the side of the door. He heard the soft chime ring through the house. The front door opened a minute later, revealing a seven year old girl, timidly hiding behind the door. Her cheeks rose up into a large smile at the sight of Jungkook as she came out from behind the door, opening it more. There was warmth coming from inside the house, which he allowed to start to crawl around his cold arms and ears.

The seven year old spoke with a high, excited voice. "You're home!" The corners of her eyes crinkled as her smile grew.

Jungkook let out a sad smile as he leaned down to the seven year old. "JungAh, I shouldn't be.. Appa and Umma don't want me back." He whispered.

"Why not?" Her voice saddened and her eyes opened, sadness evident in them as she frowned. Jungkook could have sworn he heard his heart shatter.

"I... how do I put this... I like boys." He explained to her, hoping to get the point across.

"But Umma said I'm going to start liking boys in a few years, what's the difference?" Her head tilted.

"Well, I AM a boy, Umma and Appa don't think it's right for boys to like other boys. So they made me leave when I told them.. " He explained.

There was a female voice from inside. "JungAh, who's at the door?" Jungkook instantly recognized the voice as his Umma.

"Uh.. Jungkookie." She replied, turning to look towards the livingroom.

Jungkook sadly chuckled at the nickname. JungAh had always called him that since she learned to speak. Her first word was cookie, and when she learned Jungkook's name, she mixed them up, calling him Jungkookie.

There was a quiet groan from inside followed by a "Hold on." The television paused and there were footsteps approaching the door. Two adults stood behind the small seven year old. Jungkook recognized them as his parents.

It went silent. Jungkook avoided eye contact with his parents, and instead looked at the porch swing. He heard his Appa clear his throat. Jungkook jumped but turned his head to look at him.

"What are you doing back? We told you not to come back." His Appa said harshly, causing the seven year old to wince.

Jungkook avoided the question. "I see you haven't told JungAh." He said silently. "Why not? Were you just never going to tell her in hopes of her forgetting she even had a brother?"

"Answer me, please." His Appa glared at him.

"I-i.. I wanted to see JungAh." Jungkook's gaze returned to the porch swing. "I didn't get to say goodbye to her." Jungkook did all he could to fight off the thin line of tears that began to rim his eyes. His breathing shook and he wrapped his arms around himself as his gaze fell to the ground.

"D-don't cry, Jungkookie oppa!" JungAh ran out the door to wrap her arms around his hips, her chin resting on his stomach as she looked up at him. Jungkook picked up the seven year old and hugged her. She wrapped her small arms around his neck.