number ¦ kookgi

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yoongi: hey, jungkook

yoongi: i noticed you haven't been texting for awhile

yoongi: i dropped a few messages to ask how you are doing and all

yoongi: text me as soon as you see this

yoongi: i know that i may have upset you at one point but i want to make it up|erased

"ugh," he groaned shortly. he frowned after staring at the texts he sent. he then flopped his arms, let go of his phone sliding away, and looked at the window. he whines, "so embarrassing."

it's night time.

the moon is up and stars are surrounding it.

yoongi got off the bed and left his bedroom. the smell of curry lingers in his nostrils as he follows the delicious scent at the kitchen. he saw the widow readying the food for dinner.

"finally, someone arose from the death bed," his mother said sarcastically [she's teasing him]. he ignored it and helped her by getting water in the fridge and glasses to use. they sat down on their respective chair.

they fold their hands and say in unison, "thanks for the food."

after that, they start to eat.

it's silent as usual.

he's raised to not talk during meals, but it's gotten awkward ever since it became only two of them. he still isn't used to it. he's also aware his mother, the widow, is trying not to talk about the death of her husband towards her son.

"what do you want?" his mother noticed him staring at her for a long time now. she sensed that he wanted to say something. "if you're not hungry, just leave it."

"no, i'm hungry," yoongi said dryly. he took a spoonful of rice with curry. he chews in silent. the food barely has lively aura than before. though, it's still tasty.

he decided to just talk to her after this.

the awkward silence lasted for a few minutes that felt like it took longer than expected. yoongi volunteered to clean the dishes this time. his mother with not-so-shocked expression, "look who decided to be productive, uh-huh."

yoongi ignored that and just continued to wash the dishes. he knows his mother is enjoying to watch him being helpful for once because he barely leaves his room. he only comes out whenever it's meal time and whenever he have to do errands. above all that, he knows it's lonelier for her ever since his father died. he gulps, "eomma."

"nn?"

"do you miss him?" he just finished putting the clean utensils to the dryer. he wipes off his wet hands with the towel.

the long silence made him look at his mother.

she's leaning on the entrance with crossed arms. she has this serious sadden face. her eyes staring down at the floor. her lips flattened.

she does really missed him (her husband).

yoongi approached her for a hug which she didn't hesitate to hug him back tightly. she began to sob under his chest. he leaned closer for her comfort. they stood there for awhile.

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he has been petting her head because that's what his mother did whenever he can't sleep or when he's feeling sad. he waited 'till his mother has fallen asleep on her bed.

he checked his mother peacefully sleeping before he could close the door. he decided to switch off the lights, check the doors and windows if locked.

he noticed how the house is large for two people.

he suddenly remembered his father asking him if he ever wanted two siblings in the future with his mother smiling at that idea. he felt bad for throwing a tantrum that time which made his parents not try to have another child since.

well, he was a normal self-centered kid that time.

he finally returned to his bedroom where he left his phone in his bed. he gets it and opens the chat of him and jungkook. the younger still didn't read it. yoongi pushed a small smile, "let's just delete these and send a less formal one⸺"

it suddenly marked read.

jungkook must've finally wanted to read the messages. yoongi's heart suddenly quickens as he tries his best to quickly unsend those messages.

but it was too late.

✆ jungkook is calling...
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