Our Lost Minds [Taekook] ✓

[Part 4]

That was a particular time in our lives after that incident. Jungkook started to act like an actual brat. It was as if he gave back everything for all these years he was a quiet and obedient boy. He insulted most of my friends whenever he got a chance and he picked fights with everyone. Well, almost everyone, because he really held himself back towards me. He never said anything bad to me, didn't do anything to harm me directly. Even the opposite. He always woke up earlier than me, because he went for a run every morning (or maybe because I liked to sleep in), but when I would wake up, I sometimes would find breakfast ready. When I fell asleep in strange places of the house, like behind the desk, on a couch or, my personal favorite, on the floor, I would wake up either with a blanket or even in my own bed. When I get home late, there's a bath prepared for me and a pad in my bed on cold nights. These were little things that would have made me happy if he actually would have given any effort into trying to get along with me. He didn't. Other than that, he didn't speak to me, he didn't give me any 'good morning's nor 'bye's.

The first time he actually tried to speak to me was when I got back home after my date. I hanged my coat and scarf and entered the guest room, where Jungkook was laying on the floor in his usual attire - jeans and white tshirt. I didn't think much of it, just threw a quick 'hi' his way and was about to go to my room, when he actually spoke up.

"So you're dating Jihye now?" Jungkook asked and I turned around. He sat up slowly, keeping his gaze on me.

"I am," I answered without thinking too much. I knew he didn't like her, but it's not like it was his business, right? There was no reason for me to lie.

"Break up with her," he stated calmly, as if asking to fech him a bottle of water.

"Why should I?" I cockily replied with a question, clearly tired of his habit to pick on my friends.

"You're going to regret it if you don't."

I rolled my eyes and got closer to him, then squatted to get our eyes at the same level.

"What is your problem, Jungkook? You don't even speak to me, but when you do, you spout out nonsense like I shouldn't hang out with someone or I shouldn't date someone. I tolerated your behavior only because you are my brother and I care about you the same way I care about my friends, but you don't seem to appreciate it even one bit," I said with a worried voice tone.

"They don't deserve you," he answered, throwing me back a bit. It was a strange response, one worth thinking about. I don't know why I didn't.

"And you?"

"Me too," he replied easily and stood up. I was close to him and he didn't scrunch down anymore, so I did take a better look at him. How he changed. How his chest was toned from his constant workouts, shoulders were broad and manly, previously round and adorable face had a refined sharp jawline. I didn't even notice how he grew up, it looked like it happened in a night.

"Don't you have a girlfriend, Kook?" I asked, almost forgeting that he was just picking on me, curiosity clouding my mind.

"I don't need a girlfriend if I just want to fuck someone. They are all sluts anyway," he casually replied as if that was the most natural thing to say. "And I told you before, right? Don't call me that, I hate it."

"God damn, there is no changing you anymore," I sighed and stood up too, then got back to the staircase.

There were so many things I should have discussed with him then, but I didn't feel like it. I didn't want to burden myself with a conversation and I was so sure that I wouldn't put any sense into his mind anyways.

If only I knew that he had made way more sense than I thought, maybe he wouldn't have lost it.