Jungkook

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Today, his older brother burst in without knocking, carrying a bottle of cheap wine, a smile that Jungkook hated more than anything in the world, and the scent of someone else's perfume clinging to the collar of his coat.

• Junior... Did you miss me?

"Wrong address," he replied without turning around. "Did you rent out your apartment?"

"Ah," Taehyung slapped his hands loudly on his knees, "and this is coming from the guy who sleeps in my T-shirt. Rude. Not very brotherly."

Jungkook felt a slow, viscous boiling inside him. He hadn't slept in his shirt. He'd burned them all last month. But Taehyung always knew which buttons to push to spark the fire.

— How long have you come for?

— Not for how long. Forever.

The words hung in the air, and Jungkook finally turned around. Taehyung looked at him with honest, wide eyes—the same ones he used to beg for sweets as a child. But Jungkook wasn't a child anymore.

“No,” he said calmly, “you won’t stay.”

"Darling, I have the keys," he waved the key in the air, "and my mother's blessing. I'm moving."

• You will leave tomorrow morning.