Y/N POV I jump as I here the door slam shut. It must be Jungkook. Lately he's been drinking and coming home drowsy looking. Sometimes he comes back late, but I don't think he is cheating.
I slip off my bed and head down stairs. Jungkook is stammering around the kitchen, mumbling something. I go up behind him and tap his shoulder. "Jungkook where have you been?" I say a little angry. He turns around and gives me a straight look.
"Shut up. You don't know shit." Jungkook said. I looked at him like:
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"Oh no he didn't...Boy you need to get your attitude in check sir. I don't know who the hell you think you talking to. And obviously you don't know anything." I say firing back.
"Make me little girl." Jungkook said looking at me with his arms crossed. "You really trying to make me act a fool." I says shaking my finger. I roll my eyes and try to walk upstairs but Jungkook grabs my wrist.
"Man let me go dang." I say yanking my arm from him. I roll my eyes harder than ever. "See you in the morning little girl." Jungkook says falling on the couch.
In the morning.... I wake up and feel someone's arm around my waist. I look behind me and see Jungkook. I kiss my teeth and try to push his heavy arm off of me but he won't budge. He actually pulls me closer. After tugging and trying to het Jungkook off he opens his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He says. I stop everything and looked at him. "I'm listening." I say with raised eyebrows. "I'm for real sorry for acting like a total douche and going and getting drunk. It's just because..." Jungkook says ending with a sigh.
"Why? Have you been cheating on me?" I say jumping to conclusions. I go to my closet and pull out my boxing gloves but them on and sit back on the bed.
"Okay the reason I been drinking is because my brother got hurt in the military school. Like really bad. I was very upset." Jungkook said pouting.
"Oh, I didn't know. Sorry for assuming you were cheating Kook." I say taking my boxing gloves off. "Its okay. You were just upset like me. I don't blame you at all." Jungkook says hugging me.
"Okay babe just tell me when your feeling upset. You know I'm the kind of person that listens to other people's problems then work on my own. Thats why I wanna be a therapist." I say wrapping my arm around Jungkooks shoulder.
"Well wanna get some therapist practice in?" Jungkook says. I nod. I lay him down on the bed and get my chair. I grab my fake glasses and get a notepad and pen. I sit down and cross my legs. "Okay Jungkook what are you feeling right now?" I say.
"Well, I'm feeling pretty shitty. My brother is hurt, and its like I can feel his pain. It worries me, I can't do anything about it. He could be dying and nobody knows it." Jungkook says.
"What injury does he have?" I say.
"He has a broken ankle." Jungkook says. I look at him like 'bish what'.
"Boy, he can't die from a broken ankle." I say to him.
"Well..." Jungkook says.
"Boy get up and wash the dishes." I say putting my notepad and glasses on the dresser.
"But-"
"Boy don't make me get up." I say threatening him.
He walks out the room and I sigh. "What in the world is wrong with kids these days?" I ask myself.
