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I stared at the yellow door in front of me clutching my luggage with shaking hands.
There was a time I called this place home...
I nibbled my bottom lip. The feeling to run was overwhelming. I honestly never thought I'd be back here. Ever.
Who the hell talked me into this?
I reached up to knock but as my knuckle touched the bright door it was wrenched open and I was engulfed in two pairs of arms that held me tightly as if I were going to float away like a helium filled balloon.
"Welcome home." Jungkook's mother said to me. Her voice cracked slightly as she said so and she hugged me a little tighter. Jungkook's father said nothing but hugged me momentarily and patted down the wind blown pieces of curls.
My heart settled. I wasn't nervous anymore but grateful that they were still able to treat me the same and smile at my presence. It may have been small in someone's eyes but in mine it was more. I had grown a little passed his mother's height. Before I was at her knees, the last time I saw my other mother. I patted her head and pulled her closer, humming at her silent sobs.
