Purple Is Just A Color|| vkook

25~ Yours only

Tae POV

The alarm rings, way too loud and way too early, but sadly we have to get up so we can catch the Hogwarts Express in time.

I roll over and blindly grab for my phone to turn it off and sit up, yawning loudly and turning to Purple who is laying beside me, hugging a pillow to her chest and her hair fanned out all over the pillow.

It kinda breaks my heart but I reach over and shake her arm which feels fragile beneath my hands. "Princess", I mumble and crawl over to her, "Princess we have to wake up."

She whines in her sleep and doesn't even open her eyes so I slip my arm under her ribs and lift her torso up.

"I am serious. As sad as it is, we need to get back to school."

She finally opens her eyes and glares at me, clumsily climbing off the huge mattress and fixing my shirt which is huge on her frame and walks out the door to go to the bathroom.

With another sigh I get up as well and look for something to wear in my mess of a trunk and settle for grey sweatpants and a black shirt.

I hear the shower running so I grin and take a moving picture out of a book in my trunk and look at it.

It shows me on New Year's Day, standing in front of the grass and a bunch of fireworks exploding in the back.

I am laughing and then throwing a hand kiss and a wink at the camera.

I turn it around and take a pen out of my bag, grinning widely as I write on the back of it.

To: Daddy ♥️

Can't wait to see you again, check the towel cupboard next to the whirlpool...

Tuesday night, 11 pm

Yours only

~Angel

I take the picture and leave our room, slowly walking towards Jungkook's door and sneaking in.

The bedside table is right between the door and his bed to my left side and I lay the picture on it and then turn to take a closer look at the boy in whose arms I was laying just two nights ago.

Just like his sister always does, he is hugging a pillow to his chest, his adorable face relaxed and his lips slightly apart and I feel the sudden urge to just not go to school, replace the pillow and kiss him awake but I know that I can't, so I settle on pressing my lips to his brow, his skin as soft as ever and I smile a sad little smile and turn away to leave his room again.

I just hope he is gonna come...

I think and go back into our room and start to clean up the mess we have left all over it in the last 2 weeks, folding clothes and collecting Purple's unused socks and presents from all over the floor and carefully put them back in her bags.

The shower has finally stopped running so I finish packing and join her in the bathroom even though she is complaining about everything from how she is only wrapped in a towel to how much cologne I put on, but I know she loves the scent so I just smile and brush my teeth next to her.

She just isn't a morning person.

We leave the house without even eating breakfast, walking through the snowy and sleepy little village with our steps and breaths the only thing to hear.

We buy croissants and coffee at the cute little shop at the train station and sleep throughout the whole drive back to King's Cross and are welcomed by the usual hustle of many students going back to school and even have difficulties finding Fred in the crowd and after stressful 20 minutes of frantic searching we can snatch him from his grandmother's arms and we board the train.