The ride home from the hospital was pretty quiet. Jungkook looked like he wanted to say something, glancing at my red cheek every now and then, but he kept quiet. Normally I would be embarrassed, having broken down like that in front of someone, but obviously that wasn't the feeling running through me.

Cause I felt like my family just drifted from me for real this time. 

All the time living at the boys' house, I had had the opportunity to go back. Even though I said I never would... I would some time, I was just too proud to admit it. Now.. I didn't know if I was welcome. To go back wasn't an option anymore.

My dad's words had sunk in. 

But I still knew my mom loved me. 

I was sure she was gonna contact me eventually. But eventually could last long, and not getting to talk to the doctor before I left, I didn't know if she would last as long...

Jungkook opened the car door for me. I didn't even notice we arrived back to their house. I sloppily pulled my legs out of the car and got up. Jungkook took my hand and helped me. I didn't perceive his act.

I opened the front door to the house, I had become so familiar with. I would almost call it home. Almost. I wasn't ready to let go of the other.

The TV was playing as I stepped inside, a news reporter on the screen. I threw off my shoes, the door shutting behind me. The TV paused at the noise of the door shutting and Jimin in the couch turned around. 

He smiled, but as his eyes drifted to the man behind me it got awry and when he looked back at me it was completely gone.

"Are you okay Princess?" He asked.

Jungkook took off his shoes and went to his room, leaving Jimin and I alone. 

And like that we were like two butterflies fluttering outside a window. Butterflies that was always chasing each other, but never really catching each other. Cause they would be certain not to get caught.

Jungkook left the room, Jimin's eyes glued on him all the way until his body disappeared down the hallway.

I took the chance, to look in the mirror, checking if I had any mascara left around my eyes. 

As I turned back to face Jimin, he looked at me, one of his eyebrows rising up in a questioning arch.

I was just about to go to him, sit besides him, get a cuddle and tell him what happened. Just as he asked a moment ago, when Jungkook was here.

But before I could, Jimin spoke, "Why are you home so late, and with him?" 

His voice was cold and accusatory.

I was not anyone to blame him for the question, but in that moment I got angry. I was on the edge of both bursting into tears and blowing up. My mom was dying. My dad blamed me. And Jimin didn't even care to ask why my cheek was red or why my eyes were puffy?

I had blamed him for not making sure I was okay, when he didn't even know what had happened. I didn't think straight.

"Are you serious Jimin?" I spoke lowly, looking him directly in the eyes.

"If I'm serious about why my girlfriend is coming home with my best friend at fucking 11 pm?" He scoffed, "Of course not, why would I? Nothing suspicious about that." He let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Jimin-"

"What were you doing out at night with him Haru?" He cut me off, raising his voice a bit.

"We're not alone can you quiet down please?" I said, shushing him. 

He turned around in the couch, facing the TV and pulled his hair. I took off my coat, hanging it on the peg. 

I went and seated next to him on the couch. 

"Jimin I-"

"What?" He grunted and turned to face me.

Again I was shut up as I was about to tell him about my mom. It left me with the feeling he wouldn't care anyway.

"Nothing..." I let my head fall back onto the back of the couch and let out a sigh, "I was at the convenience store eating dinner and Jungkook spotted me, asking if I needed a ride home."

I didn't lie. I just didn't tell him all of it. 

I didn't feel like telling him about my mom. I didn't feel like him hugging me, leaving butterfly kisses all over my face, telling me how everything was gonna be fine, when I knew it wasn't. He was angry, I was sad, he had the right to be, I didn't. It was all my fault anyway.

"Why were you eating dinner alone? And so late? Why didn't you text me" His voice softened.

The tension smoothed out a bit and I rested my head on his shoulder. 

"I'm tired, can't we talk about it later?" I closed my eyes.

But talk about what exactly?

About Jungkook and I 'hanging' late at night? About my mom? Why I was eating alone? Or how I felt like Jimin and I were growing apart...?

I couldn't tell him. It would break him. I would never want that.

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"You should tell him" Jungkook shouted from the kitchen.

My eyes widened and my motions stopped, the sandwich hovering just before my mouth.

I put down the sandwich, standing up from the couch and walking to the kitchen.

"What?" I asked to make sure I heard right. I forced a chuckle too, to make it seem credible.

"You seriously need hearing aid." Jungkook laughed and closed the fridge, a banana milk in his hand. 

I let out a laugh too, a genuine smile on my lips. He'd never fail to make me smile.

"I said you should tell him."

His words made me tense up again. My shoulders lifted to my ears and eyes widened, inwardly panicking.

"T-tell what to who?" I perked my ears, anxious for his response.

"Are you okay? You seem pale?" He sat down the banana milk and immediately went to me, placing his hands on my shoulders. He put the back of his hand to my forehead, as if I was a sick toddler.

I pulled away from his grip, shaking my head, "Yeah I'm fine. What were you saying?"

"Are you sure?" He took a step towards me again.

"Jungkook." I said and perked my eyebrow at him.

"Oh yeah, sorry." He showed his bunny smile, "You should tell him."

"Tell him what Jungkook!? That I'm a terrible girlfriend, that I'm a disgusting, pathetic, callous human being-" 

Why is this haunting me in my dreams now too!?

"Woah, if you don't want that dog anyway, you don't have to." He said, hands defencelessly in the air as I had yelled at him.

A smile quickly made its way onto my lips, the bad thought ripped away within a second.

"Wait, terrible girlfriend? What do you-"

"Thank you thank you thank youuuu." I jumped on him, clenching my legs tightly around his waist and arms around his neck.

He let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around me, keeping me up.

"I can really get him??" I said eagerly.

I pulled my head away to look at his face. He nodded with a smile.

"I love you I love you I love you!!!" I whined and kissed his forehead, his nose, cheeks and everything.

I got down from his torso and jumped around the kitchen singing "Bam's gonna be mine~" 

"Ours." Jungkook corrected from behind the counter, now again with the Banana milk in his hand, slowly rising it to his mouth.

"Yeah yeah whatever, as long as I get my dog."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and smiled before taking a sip of the milk. Or... more like drank the whole thing.

He put the empty carton down and wiped his mouth with his forearm, "Why did you say you're a terrible girlfriend?"

I stopped jumping and turned to him, "I don't remember that? I must've been day dreaming." I smiled and jumped around again.

I finally convinced him to get a dog.

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au.n.
I hate this chapter I'm sorry but my motivation atm📉📉 - sorry for the short chapter😪

Also, excuse me but this; "eventually could last long, and not getting to talk to the doctor before I left, I didn't know if she would last as long..." got me, I'M ON THE VERGE OF TEARS😭 FROM LAUGHTER. IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY AT ALL, BUT LIKE CMON WHY PUT IT LIKE THAT😭 I know I did it myself skjksskjd

One more thing.... as I've said before there's a total of 26 chapters... meaning there's only two left...

But I've made a short bonus chapter, which is posted in between the 25th and 26th chapter. I really love it😭