My spring day. [COMPLETED]

Epilogue: you are the cause of my euphoria.

"Mhmm mm," he stirs and puckers his lips before he starts to snore again. The summer sun was lighting up the room in peachy pink as it passed through the curtains. Even though the brightness had woken you up, the man had no issue with sleeping through it. Even if a Disney parade plus a stampede of elephants passed through your house he had the talent of sleeping on.

You keep poking the mole on his neck as you lay on his bare chest, rising and falling as he peacefully dreamed of god knows what. "Wake uppp," you whine. "Mhm, baby it's Sunday," his voice is thick and drowsy, eyes still sealed shut. "Yeah but it's already 11 and I'm hungry," your stomach growls as if on confirmation. The snoring has started again, so you give up. "Jeon Jungkook! I'm going on my own," you get up and put on your nightdress amidst the sleepy protests of the man, begging you to stay. Chuckling you walk out of your room and head to the kitchen.

You hum to yourself as you make breakfast, opening the kitchen windows to let in a fresh breeze. The sunshine bounces off a shiny surface and gets into your eye, momentarily blinding you. You see the culprit as you shield your eyes; a picture frame on the corner of the kitchen counter. You pick it up, smiling to yourself. It was your parents; your mom's hair silky and long, the widest smile bouncing off her face as your father was hugging her from behind, face buried in her neck. Even though you had brought almost all your belongings to Jungkook's apartment, these didn't feel like they fit in; missing their old home, the one where the memories still bounced off all the walls. You weren't sad about your mother's passing anymore, you knew she was finally with the love of her life, the man she so desperately longed for all these years. And you being the child of their love knew better than anyone that wherever they were together, that was heaven.

Two hangs slide around your waist, pulling you back to his body. He places a soft kiss on your neck, "You okay?"

"Yeah," you carefully put the photo away from the sunshine and break free from the hug, "Hungry?"

"Starving," he smiles as he sits in his usual spot at the table. He would always sit here while you cooked, talking to you, spilling out everything that happened to him during the day or whatever it is that he has been thinking of. Or he would listen to all your stories, people you met, work or college. Although you did much less work now, after promising he'd let you pay him back once you get a proper job, Jungkook had paid off all your tuition fees for college.

You place a plate of food in front of him and he pulls you onto his lap. Most days you had breakfast off the same plate, seated on his lap, showered with affection before he left for an interview or dance practice or recordings. This was usually the only meal you had together, so he made sure it counted. Most days he'd come back late, finding you asleep on the couch because you refused to sleep without him. But this was your life now, and you didn't want to change a single thing.

"Do you want to finish the egg? I'm full," you try getting up but gets tugged back down. "No, finish your food," he says sternly. "I'm really full Jungk –" he stuffs the remaining bit of egg into your mouth. "Urgh, you're such a dad," you wipe your mouth and get up. That's when it hits, a warm heat on your throat. Saliva was accumulating in your mouth and you couldn't feel your tongue anymore. "Are you okay?" he eyes you with a raised eyebrow. You could feel it coming, covering your mouth tightly you run into the bathroom. "Y/n!" he runs after you. You barely make it in time as you throw up all the food you just had, your insides were caught in a tornado. "Hey," Jungkook caresses your bag as you barge out your insides.

You sit on the edge of the bath tub, joined by Jungkook who kept stroking your hair, face filled with concern. When your eyes meet, you both know there was only one question in your minds right now. "It's in the –" He was already up, opening the drawer and rummaging through it. He walks over to you, a little out of breathe. "Get out," you smile, your own breathing speeding up, "I have to pee on it you know." He kisses you softly before leaving.