𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 - jjk

x.

hwang seungmin

i bit on my lip silently as me and jungkook watched 'the meg' in the living room. i glanced at him out of curiosity and saw he was immersed in the movie, which was almost over. jungkook's mouth was a little open and his eyes were wide, while a suspenseful scene was revealing itself across the screen.

this was the longest we had gone without bickering, in a long while. it was quite nice to be honest.

i sometimes wonder what drew us apart so much. we used to hang out all the time. i remember specific nights when i would come to his house and sleep over and we would stay up all night, just hanging out in the very same backyard we were in less than a couple hours ago, talking and watching the stars. i would teach him about the new star constellations daeyung would teach me about and he would tell me all about his dream to become a dancer. he would sing too, and i would listen to his voice and just think how nice it was. i could listen to it for hours on end. i wonder if he does it anymore. if he's still going after his dream.

i don't know if it was the sole part he moved away and forgot all about me, or if it was just all childhood and he's grown out of it.

either way, i wasn't his best friend anymore. it wasn't the same as it used to be.

he turned to me, noticing i was looking at him and smiles a bit. "what?" he asks, making me blush at the fact he caught me staring again.

"nothing." i say quickly looking away, and he chuckles.

"okay, this is the second time i've caught you staring." he smiles, leaning his head back on the couch and looking at me.

"nothing, i'm just wondering about stuff, i guess.." i trail off looking at him, before looking down at my hands.

"what stuff?"

"i don't know, just stuff.." i say, not knowing what to say. would it be weird if i said i was thinking about our memories together. "just reminiscing." i say, honestly.

"on what?"

"our childhood." i say and he continues staring at me. "how everything used to be so perfect." i say, softly. "us being friends, daeyung.." i grow quiet. "mom and dad, and how in love they were. how much everything has changed since then."

"oh." he mumbles, his face softening, his eyes diverting over to the fidgeting hands in my lap.

"i don't know.. its stupid really." i stutter and look away.

"no, no, i get it." he interrupts. "if i'm being honest, since you've been here, it made me remember how things used to be back then too." he admits and i look over to him. "it made me remember how full of people this house used to be, before we left for busan. when we came back, nothing was the same anymore."

"yeah." i agree and look away.

i have to admit, i never thought i'd be having an honest and calm conversation with jungkook again. it was pretty nice too see him so vulnerable and honest. i've not seen that in years. it's really nostalgic to see that.

"do you still sing?" i ask him suddenly. i wanted to be sorry about asking, but in all honesty i wasn't. i missed it.

"sometimes." he sighs. "i don't do it much anymore." he looks over at the tv and i notice the movie is over already, the credits rolling by in silence.

"would you.. sing for me? sometime? i mean if you want to." i stutter, my hand pushing back some hair behind my ear. "i remember how good you were." i admit and i swear i saw him almost blush.