"Jungkook, breakfast is ready!" Mrs. Jeon shouts loudly for her son to hear.

Upstairs in his room, Jungkook lays on his bed staring up at the ceiling. It has been two days since the night in the amusement park and the memory of you and him on that Ferris wheel was still fresh on his mind. He replayed it every chance he got and he couldn't help but feel a little giddy inside. That would probably be the closest thing he did with you that he thought was romantic.

He heaved a sigh and jumped out of bed and headed downstairs. The strong aroma pastry and meat greeted his nostrils making his stomach growl in response. He entered the kitchen to see plates were already set up on the breakfast table.

His father was reading the newspaper while sipping a cup of tea while his mother worked around the kitchen.
"Good morning, sweetie!" Mrs. Jeon chirps with a smile.

"Morning," Jungkook says and sits in a chair. He stares down at his plate. Two big fluffy Japanese pancakes laid there along with a side of fruit and bacon. Jungkook practically drooled at the sight.

"Where were you last night?" Mr. Jeon asked gruffly. "I was out with my friends," Jungkook answers simply and plops a piece of fruit into his mouth.

"Till one in the morning?"

He was out at the spot last night watching Yoongi and Jimin have a drinking battle. Long story short the little shortie couldn't hold down his liquor and he had to take Jimin home.

"Yeah, I guess."

Mr. Jeon slams down the paper on the table. "Don't talk to me like that, Jungkook. You know when the curfew is!" He shouts.

Jungkook groans, "I'm a grown man, dad! There's is no curfew." Honestly, how old does he think he is? Ten?

"Under this roof there is." Mr. Jeon states sternly and crosses his arms. "Curfew is nine and you have to be in this house before then! You know that."

Jungkook rolls his eyes, "For the last time, I don't need a stupid curfew!" He turns to his mother who finally sat down at the table. "Mom, don't you agree?" She hesitates and looks at her husband and son.

She winces slightly, "I may have to agree with your father on this."

"What?!"

"He's right, Jungkook. If you live in this house then you must obey the rules. Coming home before curfew is one of them."

Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief, "Whatever." He grumbles.

"Oh and if you invite any of your little friends over make sure you talk to us first." Mr. Jeon informs. "I don't want any hooligans messing with my house like the last time."

Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing. Now he has to ask for permission to invite people over?! Do they not remember him being twenty-years-old? He never had to deal with this when he was living alone.

Then it hit him. He could just move out! He could go back to his old apartment and live in solitude.

"Look, I'll just move out so I don't cause any more trouble," Jungkook grumbles and stuffs his face.

"No, you will not." Mr. Jeon defies. "You're staying in this house."

"Why? I moved out before!" Jungkook points out. Mrs. Jeon shakes her head, "Right now is different."

"Different how?" Jungkook questions.

His parents shut their mouths and looked at each other hesitantly. It was different because he was fragile now. He was sick and needs to be taken care of. But they had no intention on telling him that though. His parent knew how much Jungkook hated to be babied.

So Mrs. Jeon lets out a sigh, "It's just different, Jungkook. Can we please drop the subject now?"

"I can just get my old place back, mom." Jungkook insists, ignoring his mom's request. He watches his parents stare worriedly at each other making him sigh.

"I'll be fine." He reassures.

They look at him hesitatingly. "You'll only move out if you got your old place back?" Mr. Jeon suddenly asks. Jungkook nods, "Yeah."

Mrs. Jeon frowns in thought, "If you can get your old place then you can move out but if you can't then you'll stay here, okay?"

Jungkook smiles happily, "Mom, you treat me like I'm still a baby." He teases causing his mom to glare at him.

"But okay, it's a deal."

\/\/\/\/\/\/

"IT'S SOLD!?"

The owner of the building nods, "Yes, and we don't have any other vacancies in this building either. Sorry." The owner of the building apologies and leaves Jungkook alone.

How can that be true? He moved out about two weeks ago! How can someone live in it already!? He stomped to the elevator and pushed the button. If the owner of this building can't do anything then he will.

He wasn't about to spend another day living in his parent's house. Once the elevator dinged Jungkook stomped out of the elevator and down the hall. He stopped at a door and knocked.

Jungkook took in a deep breath and puffs out his chest. He was going to talk to this guy and tell him to move out and if a fight were to happen, then he was ready. The door suddenly unlocks and the knob turns. Jungkook tightened his fists and tilted his chin up.

When the door opens Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise. Instead of a burly, muscular man, Jungkook was somehow expecting he was instead greeted with a small petite young woman. She stared up at him with beautiful blue eyes, her lips parted in surprise, her long wet blond hair stuck to her with water dripping to the floor.

She only wore a yellow towel around her body making Jungkook eyes gaze down. His eyes became fixated on her chest area and he blushes madly.

How can such a small woman have huge breasts?!

"Yes?" She questions bringing Jungkook out of his daze. He coughs, "Um, are you the resident that owns this apartment?"

She nods, "Yeah, why?" He rubs the back of his head nervously. "Well, I used to live here before you and I kinda need a place." He mumbles.

The woman quirks up a brow and places a hand on her hip. "What are you talking about?" She asks impatiently.

Jungkook sighs, "I need you to move out." He blurts out.

"Excuse me?"

"I know it sounds weird but I need you to move out. If you don't then I'll be stuck. . ." He trails off trying to think of a way to not sound like a loser.

"I'll be stuck living with my crazy roommates." He says instead with a sheepish smile.

The girl shrugs, "Not my problem."

Jungkook's jaw drops, "I'm asking nicely."

"Don't care, I'm not moving out. And if you don't get out of here then I'll call the cops." With that, the woman slams the door shut in Jungkook's face.

The audacity of her to slam the door on him! He was nothing but nice and polite. He crosses his arms with the click of his tongue.

"I still see you!" The woman shouts from inside.

"Alright, I'm leaving!" He shouts back and stomps away. Now, what the hell was he going to do? He didn't want to go back home knowing he'll be there for the rest of his life.

He racked his brain for ideas but nothing seemed suitable for the situation he was in. He walked through the streets with his head hung low. His feet suddenly stop and he looks up to see that he stood right in front of your building. Maybe you could help him. He sighs and walks in.

\/\/\/\/

"So you won't be hanging out with us for a while?" You ask in a sad tone.

Taehyung sadly nods, "I know it sounds horrible and it's at the worst time but if I don't go then I'll miss my chance." He murmurs.

You stayed silent and stared at the drink in your hand. He was determined, that was obvious. And he knows what he was doing. You know what he is risking.

A part of you doesn't want him to go but another part is wanting him to finally reach something he never thought possible.

"Am doing the right thing?" Taehyung asks after a while. You take a sip and thought for a moment. "Do you want to do it?" You ask instead.

"Yes," he breathes after taking a swig from his cup. "More than anything."

"Then you're doing the right thing." You tell him softly.

He shakes his head, "But what if he finds out? What will I do then? I don't want to hurt him." He admits.

"Taehyung, you won't hurt him. I'm sure he'll understand." You assured. Although you had doubts. If he did find out how would he actually react? Especially in the situation, he was in now? You pat Taehyung's shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile.

"Do what you love, Tae. I know you'll make it."

His heart warmed at your words. He always found it easier to tell you his problems than his other friends. He felt calm, listened to, and cared for.

"Thank you, Jisun." He smiles.

A soft knock came at the door and your heads turned to it. Taehyung stands up, "I have to get going. I promised your brother that I would meet him at a club."

You roll your eyes, "Off to hook up with some more women?" You follow him to the door.

Taehyung shrugs with a wild grin. "What can I say? Women love me." You playfully push him making him laugh. He opens the door and his grin turns into a surprised smile.

"Jungkook, what are you doing here?"

Your eyes widen as you peered over Taehyung's shoulder. Jungkook doesn't look at you and looks at Taehyung instead. "What are you doing here?" He asks sternly.

Taehyung seemed taken aback by his tone but brushes it off. "Just hanging out with, Jisun." He answers simply.

Jungkook looks away, "I need to talk to her." He states.

You look at him feeling puzzled. Was he always so stern to Taehyung? You glance up at him and got your answer. He seemed confused, shocked even. But he didn't say a word about it and walks off.

"I'll see you two later!" He waves behind his head. Once he got into the elevator you turn to Jungkook. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Who is Taehyung going to hurt?" Jungkook says instead.

You stare at him shocked. Did he hear? You shifted uncomfortably on the balls of your feet and waved off his question. "Oh, it was nothing important, don't worry." You say quickly.

"Want a drink?" You walk back into the apartment with Jungkook right in your tail. You looked through your fridge while Jungkook sat down on the couch. When you found bottled water you handed it to him and sat down.

"So what is it?"

He opens it and takes a chug of water. He sighs tiredly and began to tell you everything. You listened closely, nodding from time to time. When he was done you felt a little bad for him.

"So you have to stay with your parents even though you don't want to?" He nods solemnly, "Yeah, this rude woman wouldn't let me have my apartment back." He pouts.

You shake your head, "Of course she wouldn't let you have it, Kook. Where will she live if she did agree?"

He thought for a while before groaning and laying back in the couch. "What am I going to do?"

You frowned and racked your brains. He wanted somewhere to live at alone and judging by the way he described his parents' reaction they want him close and safe. His old apartment was close to their house and come to think of it yours is close as well.

Your eyes lit up and you snapped your fingers. "Why don't you just live in this building!" Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise.

"Huh?"

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