mi amor | jungkook AU

vii

from my house to the boys house it is a 20 minute drive, but because there are three other cars, one of them being mine ( which yoongi is driving), i am forced to be stuck in a car with jungkook for almost triple the amount i have to. yoongi told them he was going to lead the group. the moment he said those words, i didn't trust him.

yoongi has, so far, made us go to a store we didn't have to and told jungkook and i to stay in the car because the rest of the guys wouldn't take too long. it's almost been thirty minutes. jungkook and i were bored, and it was starting to turn awkward. i'm going to beat yoongi's ass.

"what was your life like growing up?"

i looked over to jungkook who was already looking at me. i wasn't sure if i should look at him while i talk or to look away. i looked away.

"it wasn't bad, yanno? my parents tried their best to give me what i needed growing up. they gave me clothes, food, shelter, and lots of love. it wasn't the worst, but it wasn't the best. it was good enough for me. i had yoongi there for me too, even though the age gap was somewhat of a struggle. he's probably the reason i matured a little faster than most people my age. he was a great role model to me, as well as a great friend. he tried being there for me as best as he could."

jungkook hummed in response, "was yoongi your only friend?" i shook my head, "i had my own friends when we were younger. i just preferred to be with yoongi because he knew me so well. obviously, since he's moved out from his house a few years back, we don't hang out as much. i faced high school alone, but he was still a call away. it also gave me an opportunity to make friends of my own that i would happily spend time with."

the atmosphere felt safer the more jungkook and i talked. "what about you?" i asked him, wanting to know more about him now that he has a background on me... more than a background, actually.

"i grew up just about the same as you. my parents, i feel, did a good job raising me. i also had an older brother to have as a role model for me, although i'm sure we matured at different ages. i was very interested in the arts, so sometimes i'd sing for fun around the house and dance around. i do that with the guys sometimes because that's one of the many things we have in common. i had a good life too." he told me.

i don't know if it was just me, but the vibe in the car felt nicer. it was life the thirty minutes of frustration had melted away. we sat there talking, waiting for the rest of the guys. the amazing part was it didn't feel like waiting for them was such a bad thing anymore. it was like i didn't want the waiting to end. i wanted to sit in this car with him and continue talking.

he cleared his throat, "why the color yellow?"

"huh?"

"i mean, why do you like the color yellow?"

"oh! that's a good question... i guess i like the color yellow because it's suppose to be a 'happy' color. maybe because it's associated with vincent van gogh. i love vincent van gogh. i think yellow makes a nice color across my white walls when the sun hits my window a certain way. i used to think yellow was a stupid color because it was so... bright. but yellow didn't have to be bright. it could've been dimmed. and so, i don't know why i like the color, but it makes me feel something." i explained.

"that was a long explanation, amor." he laughed. i felt embarrassed, "i'm sorry. i wasn't sure how to answer your question..." jungkook stopped laughing. "no, it's not a bad thing you explained it too much. it was very beautiful and deep and it's like you see a deeper side to things." he reassured me. although, the negative feeling was still there. i asked a question to get my mind off it, "why do you like your colors?"

he shrugged, "they remind me of my dreams, or my role models. i associate the colors with hip hop, and i really like music. i'd like to make music one day, that seems pretty cool. i can't really come up with as much of a detailed answer as you, but that's my answer. i think red, black, and white are hip hop colors, and i really like hip hop. i appreciate music so it seems to make sense to me that my favorite colors should be associated with the things i like in life."

i smiled a little because his response was just as dorky as mine. "what's your favorite dish?" i asked him. "pizza." "are you serious?" "i am very serious."

"what do you want your profession to be in?" he asked me. "i... don't know... i like the idea of being a writer one day. not a journalist, but like an author. writing stories seem fun."

the rest of our time together consisted of question asking and answering. i may have been irritated with yoongi for dragging the rest of the guys except jungkook and i inside, but i was having a good time. and i hope jungkook was too.

i learned that jungkook was very funny. we'd joke around and make funny faces at each other. i found out we had a lot in common with music and interests. we were both attending school still to earn our degrees. he was going to major in music as i was going to major in literature. and it didn't matter that it felt like an hour went by, or that the sun was going down, i was laughing with jungkook -- who didn't seem like an ass at all!

sugasuga: uh... you guys do know we're home right? it's been almost an hour since we left you guys.

oh shit. i showed jungkook the text and we laughed a little before buckling our seatbelts to their home. time sure flew by.