My Song For You [JJK]

XIII

"But... Where will he stay? We don't even have an extra bedroom." I argue while both Jungkook and my father lean back to their seats, quieting down, Knowing nothing good will come out of interrupting two women in a fierce quarrel.

"He can sleep in your room." Mother states nonchalantly making my eyes go wide. From the corner of my eyes, I see both men hesitating to protest but I beat them to it as I scream, "What?! You want me to sleep with him?! How can you say that to your young daughter?! Am I really your blood?!"

With a ticked off tone, the older woman snaps, "Oh, Stop being so dramatic! I said he'll take your room, Not that you'll be sharing it with him!"

"And where do you expect me to go?" I cross my arms in defiance, which does nothing to aid me as my mother just shrugs, "It's just one night, Take the couch."

A look of utter bafflement crosses my face when my mother suddenly caresses Jungkook's hand, completely ignoring me, and suggests, "But of course, We'll be happy to have you for more than just a night, dear. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you want."

Now I'm positive that this is replacement.

Jungkook flashes his bunny smile and I scoff, a little too loud for the group's liking for when I get up abruptly, everyone looks at me as if I were an alien. I roll my eyes and simply state, "I'll do the dishes when all of you are finished."

No one dares utter a single word even when I grab my plates in annoyance and spit, "If you need me, I'll be up in my room!", stressing on the words 'my room'. With that, I turn around and leave for the night.

Unbelievable that it's me who has been away from them for the past 3 years but it's him who they treat oh so preciously! I sigh out loud in frustration and fall into my bed, letting the warm covers engulf me in a delicate embrace. Just the touch of my sheets bring back my memories of childhood and this room.

This has always been my safe place, apart from the secret hiding that Jimin and I shared. Whenever I had a fight with my family or Jimin, I would just lock myself in my room, away from the cruel world. The wooden door and glass windows acted as a shield to keep me safe in my haven and I smile into the sheets as the faint scent of lavender fills up my nostrils. 

Even If I was gone for 3 whole years, my parents left this room untouched. Everything sits right where I left them and my mother made sure to keep it all clean, even the ambience of the place hasn't changed.

All the negative feelings of jealousy and being replaced slowly melts down as a passionate fire of love and protection that my parents always made sure to shower me with, roars and crackles in the former's place. 

Can't believe I acted so childish just a while ago, I chuckle to myself. 

A sudden knock on the door makes me sit up and the door opens to reveal an awkward looking Jungkook, fiddling with his fingers. My eyes soften at his state, remembering his words from earlier. How he missed his family and sister, finding comfort in mine.

I wave at him to come in and he closes the door behind him, hesitating to take a seat. "Don't worry about tonight, I'll sleep on the couch. Like I said, I don't wanna cause-"

"I'm sorry." I cut him off as his eyes widen with my sudden apology.

"What?" He frowns and I sigh, Pulling at his arm to make him sit beside me.

"I've been so insensitive towards you the whole day. I know I've already apologized for earlier but I acted like a total jerk at dinner and... It wasn't fair to you at all. I'm sorry, Guess I was just overreacting."

He nods in acceptance and I nudge him with my shoulder playfully, which brings out a soft giggle from him, harmonic to my ears. We both sit silently, taking in each other's comfort before I carefully ask, "You miss them a lot, huh?"

Without any initiative of making eye contact from either parties, he replies reminiscently, "How can I not? They were my everything. When my parents died, I felt the whole world crumble to pieces. It was like the end of the world, you know? And I was so young and naive that I started blaming everything and everyone. I cursed at the world for being so unjust and cruel, but it was still okay... I still had my s-sister back t-then."

He starts stuttering, making me snap my gaze towards his face, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window. The whole atmosphere has a calm and soothing effect, except for the man beside me, who couldn't seem to stop himself from letting his emotions all out.

I wrap my arms around his shaking form, wondering how he had the strength to keep all of this to himself for such a long time. He leans his head on my neck, full-fledged crying now while clutching onto my lean body tightly.

"B-but when s-she left me, I knew it was the end for me. I had n-no one, absolutely no one by my side. I still d-don't, I'm just so fucking alone that I..."

"You have me, okay? You'll always have me." 

The words just slip out of my mouth without my consent and only then do I realize how close we were, with literally no space between us as we embrace each other, delicacy and desperation both radiating from our forms.

He looks at me with glistened eyes, thousands of emotions swirling inside those warm set of orbs and my thumbs glide over his cheeks on their own, wiping away the tears. 

"You got me, I got you." I whisper, my thumb accidentally brushing across his moistened lips as we hold the tense eye contact for no more than a minute, 'cause the next thing I know, His lips are devouring mine in a strange urgency. Pushing all the other thoughts aside, I kiss him harder while my hands find their way to his dark hair, gripping tighter.

I feel his hands travel down to my waist, now fiddling with the hem of my T-shirt as if asking for permission.

And the weirdest part of all? I let him.