Little Jungkook runs towards the home with a wooden board painted by his own hands. He runs inside getting a scolding from his mom for running. He climbs the stairs and runs into his dad's study room.
"Dad! Look what I made," he says, showing his dad the little art he made in the painting class today. On the wooden board is painted 'Home'. "Wow, that's so pretty. Did you show mom?" Hoseok asks.
"No, I ran to show it to you first," Jungkook says, beaming. "Then let's go show it to mom," he says, holding Jungkook's hand and going downstairs.
"Look what Jungoo made today," he says, walking to Deiji. Deiji takes the wood in her hand and smiles. "Did you make this for our home?" She asks. Jungkook nods.
"Shall we hang it then?" She asks. Jungkook jumps and nods. "Yes!"
Hoseok hammers a nail into the wood, hanging it outside their home. "Looks cool huh?" He asks Jungkook. "Very cool father!" He shoots his fist in the air. "I'll go bring Namjoon uncle and Yoongi uncle to see this," he says and runs off. Deiji extends her hand to call him but Hoseok stops her. He puts a hand on her shoulder and pats on it. "Let him fly. You can't hold him back. That will do him no good," he says.
Deiji feels uneasy and anxious to see Jungkook fly. But it's true. She can't hold him back. That will do him no good. "He is going to be fine," he says, putting a hand around her shoulder and pulling her into an embrace. She leans her head into him and smiles.
The feel of warmth and the touch of home. He never fails to ease her and make her feel safe.
Perhaps home isn't a place. Perhaps it's a feeling that lingers around when you are content and comfortable. Perhaps he is her home.
And perhaps that's beautiful
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Science FictionHome isn't a place. It's a feeling... A feeling where you feel comfortable and safe... where you feel you. He is my home. A dystopian world in which AI robots turns against humans.
