• him • || • jungkook ff •

Nine

The month was going by too slowly. Yoongi oppa called once in a while but the calls were getting a lot less frequent. 

I groaned and rolled off my bed. It was already 12 in the afternoon and I hadn't even gotten up yet. My phone buzzed. 

"Agh, what now," I checked my screen. It was my brother. 

Suga, mah bro: Guess what, we're coming home tomorrow! 

Me: Ah, really? wow time flies. But I was lying. Time didn't fly. In fact, it did nothing but crawl on the ground for weeks. 

Suga, mah bro: what you don't wanna see me? 

Me: lol, of course i do, see ya tmw ;3

I threw my phone on my pillow in frustration. They were coming back tomorrow. Suddenly I was nervous. For what? To see my brother? To see Bangtan? No. Jungkook. 

A rumbling sound arose from below my chin. My stomach. Food. I swallowed and forced myself to stand up and go downstairs.

"Ah, Jae-mi, finally you're awake," eomma stooped down and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table. 

"Pap-jo," I said. My mom raised an eyebrow. 

"Mhm," she said. I knew she was trying to hold back on correcting my rudeness. 

"Ah, jesong-hapnida, may I please have food?" I asked, putting in my honorifics. 

Even though I was looking at my hands I knew my mom was smiling. 

"Bangtan's coming home tomorrow!" my mom said in a sing-song voice as she fixed my food. I tried to keep my sigh quiet. 

I took two bites of my breakfast and suddenly didn't have an appetite anymore. 

"Eomma, I have a stomach ache," I whined. Which was weird, I never whine. 

My mom gave me a suspicious look. "First you talk to me without honorifics and now you don't want my food?" she asked. I gave her my best puppy eyes. She pursed her lips. 

"Okay, go upstairs, I'll get you some medicine," I nodded, hopped out of my seat and ran upstairs. I was ready to vomit. 

All of a sudden? What's wrong with me?  I thought to myself. As soon as I walked into my room. One, certain black haired boy popped into my head. Jungkook.