"Hyung... You're here." Jungkook licked his bottom lip then widened the door more.
"You're back." The older one wearing a dark blue suit mumbled, his eyes gawking over the other.
Jungkook pressed his lips together, glancing at the ground then back to him. "Come in..."
Jihun nodded then walked inside, the distinctive fresh scent of the penthouse he bought for his little brother engulfed his senses as he took utter observation of its high ceilings and structure.
"Since when?" Jihun asked.
Jungkook took a sat of the step of a stair, digging his elbows on his knee watching his brother talking without giving a spare glance at him.
"2 or 3 months ago." He answered.
"Hmm." The older one nodded. "What about your place in California?"
Jungkook cleared his throat. "I'm... planning to sell it, Hoseok Hyung's helping me to find a buyer."
"What do you mean?" Jihun spat.
Jungkook messed up his air and let out a suspire. "Hyung... I don't want to go back to States anymore. I miss being here... I like being here."
"You didn't even told me you're back already? Dad doesn't even know it until..." Jihun scoffed. "You're not gonna go back there anymore?"
"I'm sorry." Jungkook expressed. Then stood up. "Do you want something? Beer? Coffee?"
"No, I'll leave soon." Jihun glanced at his watch.
"Already? It's almost midnight, do you want to stay here?"
"No." He replied bluntly.
"Oh, right, work... So you went here from Busan?"
"How's dad?"
"What about your girlfriend? Heiran Noona?"
"What about the farm?"
Jungkook emitted a tired exhale as his brother reached the door. "Hyung... I missed you." Uncertainty filled his void interweaved with the utmost longing of him, for his Hyung. Jihun stopped his tracks.
"And I have no plans to take it away from you... I just want to live a life here in Korea. I won't bother. Just... let me stay here." He pleaded earnestly.
The deafening silence filled the entire extent Penthouse. For a while...
"Visit her." Jihun's plain-spoken words were the only things apprehended before leaving the sound of the air rushing through as the tightly-sealed door was opened, afterwards closed.
Jungkook closed his eyes, letting out slow breathes, passing his long rough fingers rapidly on his smooth dark brown hair.
Still vacantly staring at the shut door, he swallowed the lump down his throat before heading inevitably upstairs, at his room. Laying on the bed, refusing to take acknowledge of what just happened. Hoping that when he'll wake up he'll prepensely forget everything, putting cease on all the raging thoughts and the bittersweet intensity on his heart.
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