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i dare you (to never let me go)

pairing: jungkook x jimin

summary: and after all that had passed, jungkook would always be pulled back to jimin. he didn’t know why, maybe it was fate (or maybe it was his 9-year-old daughter).

chapter: 5/?

a/n: a little late, sorry! also i wont be including taekook as a pairing anymore bc they’re no longer as important

“Finally!” Mina spun around in Jungkook’s desk chair, sliding over to the table quickly. Hyejung lifted her up and sat down in her place, putting Mina on her lap instead. They opened up the computer Hyejung had brought this morning and Mina cracked her knuckles.

“Okay, let’s find Park Jimin.”

It took a little longer than expected, but Hyejung expected as much. Throughout Jungkook’s high school years she’d heard more than enough of Park Jimin for a lifetime, and likewise for the first year of University. After Jimin left out of the blue, though, she hadn’t heard Jungkook so much as say his name.

It had been heartbreaking seeing how utterly torn up Jungkook had been about the whole ordeal. He had spent days trying to reach Jimin’s cell, hoping to hear promises of a speedy return. He’d even tried searching for Jimin online to see if he could find out where he lived but, much like her own relationship with the boy, Jimin had never really talked about home with Jungkook, leaving him with practically nothing to hint at his life.

When Jimin had first come to Busan to attend the same high school as her son, she’d just about coddled him to the point of no return. She’d never let him go hungry, encouraged him to stay over every night and gave him as much love as she possibly could. She couldn’t bring herself not to, seeing as he was all alone. His host family had done a good job of providing the basic necessities for him but Hyejung had always gone above and beyond. She’d brought warmth into Jimin’s life, and the kind of love that can only be felt from family. Jungkook often complained lightheartedly about Hyejung loving Jimin more than she loved her own son, and she understood where he was coming from.

A naturally serious and dry-humoured person such as herself made for a completely different parenting style than the one Jungkook saw her use with Jimin. But there was something about him that made her want to be more openly loving, something that told her he needed it far more than other boys his age.

Because of this, Jimin often came to Hyejung if he felt upset or homesick or if he just wanted to chat with someone who wasn’t Jungkook, for a change. He’d often tell her about how beautiful it was back home and the difference in the air and special places he’d visit to feel more at peace. If asked too many questions, he’d divert the topic. Hyejung never asked why, and she never pried any further when he very clearly didn’t want to talk about certain topics anymore. It wasn’t her place, and she knew that.

When Jimin had left so suddenly, Hyejung had felt like a little piece of her walked away with him. Although he and Jungkook had only known each other some odd 5 years, she’d loved him like a son and had cherished him as a conversationalist. She’d also noticed Jimin’s affection for Jungkook. They hadn’t gotten the chance to meet up after the boys left for University in Seoul and as soon as she’d heard he had left, she’d tried reaching him. He’d picked up his phone and had said “thank you” in a small, heartbroken voice before hanging up. She hadn’t gotten the chance to say anything, and he’d turned off his phone when she tried calling again.

The next time she called, he’d changed his number.

If there was one thing Hyejung had learned while knowing Jimin, it was to never pry. So she spared moments in her day to think of where he was occasionally, but for the most part, she went on with life. She met Taehyung and watched Jungkook fall in love. Although it always felt too familiar, like she was watching the same movie with different actors. Different, but the same story, nonetheless.

Finding Jimin after all these years seemed like a violation, if she were to be completely honest. But in her heart, she knew it would be good for Jungkook. Privately, Hyejung knew it would be good for herself too. It had silently affected her all these years, not knowing where he was, what he was doing, if he was happy. Now she had the chance to bring him back into their lives, and she was planning on following through.

Jung Hoseok was a name that was often mentioned in their conversations. Jimin had sung high praises of the boy who taught him to dance and Hyejung had learned to file the words Hope World into her mental catalogue of all things Park Jimin. A little dance studio where I learned to be free, he’d said to her.

That’s why, currently, she was scanning the screen for any mention of “hope world jung hoseok dance”.

“No, grandma, try typing dance studio. You said that’s what it was, right?” Mina peered at the screen even more intensely than Hyejung despite not really knowing what she was looking for. Hyejung sighed and backspaced her search, trying Mina’s variation.

In truth, it was frustrating. Hyejung had tried a variety of different searches already and had gone though god knows how many pages of search results. She adjusted her glasses as the results loaded.

“Let’s see…” Hyejung scrolled down and clicked a link that seemed similar to what she was searching for. Her last shred of hope sputtered weakly inside of her. Twitter finished loading and Hyejung saw a post. Mina read it out loud, “A but happy day for us all! Congratulations Jung Hoseok! We’ll miss you!”

The picture was of a small cabin-like house with mountains visible in the distance. Green shrubbery surrounded the structure and a group of people were posing happily on the steps. There was a boy with a bright smile sitting at the very front, everyone seemed to be grinning at him or clapping him on the back but he was staring straight at the lens. If Hyejung was to really squint, it even seemed like he might be looking past the lens. In his hands was a small piece of paper that had the words BIGHIT ENT. Written in bold letters with smaller writing underneath.

Hyejung was ready to move on, disappointment already festering in her stomach until she noticed two details. The first being that the boy sitting at the front was wearing a shirt that was half-hidden by his sweater but had font that peeked through. She could roughly make out an “OPE” and below it, a “RLD”. Hope World. With the confirmation that this was, in fact, the Jung Hoseok, the second detail nearly had her let out a squeak of excitement. In the window of the cabin, Hyejung could see the reflection of the person holding the phone.

Hyejung didn’t need to squint to know who it was. He had an all too familiar smile on his face.

They had just found Park Jimin.

Jungkook was walking slow. Like, sloth that just got woken up slow. His heart really, really wasn’t into this date but he didn’t want to be rude so he was going anyways. Technically, he should’ve been at the coffee shop by now, it was only a 20-minute walk, and Jungkook hated being late. Instead, he stopped every so often just to admire some flowers or check his phone or sit down because he was “winded”. It was almost 10, and Jungkook could see the coffee shop come into view but he didn’t want to go in until he absolutely had to.

The streets weren’t exactly busy, but there were smatterings of people walking around. Some looked like they had important places to be, some just seemed to be enjoying the beautiful weather, and some, like Jungkook, looked like they’d been forced outside. Of course, the last category was mostly full of children but, semantics.

Jungkook fished his phone out of his pocket and walked close to the side of the street so he wouldn’t block anyone by moving so slowly. He was just about to open his email when he felt an arm smack into his stomach, knocking all the wind out of him. Jungkook doubled over, about to curse out the person who’d decided to sock him on a (admittedly, not so fine) Sunday morning when he heard a rather loud voice rambling somewhere to his right.

A man was standing there, about his own height with bright red hair and matching earphones. One of the buds was hanging around his chest, the other still in his ear.

“..and I really didn’t mean to! I’m so, so sorry I just get kind of dance-y when I – you know what? Never mind. Listening to music on the streets was never a good idea to begin with and hitting random people - not to say that you��re just a random person! Well, you are, but that’s besides the point. I’m just really, really sorry. Are you okay?” Jungkook felt out of breath just listening to this person talk.

He nodded and straightened up, rubbing his stomach with a grimace on his face before he replied, “Don’t worry about it. We’re cool, really.”

“You sure? I don’t work too far away from here. Well, it’s a 15-minute walk, but that isn’t bad! I could run back and get you some ice, if you liked?” The redhead suggested. His eyes said he was concerned, but his face was too bright for Jungkook to really take him seriously. He seemed like the kind of guy you could never stay mad at for too long.

Jungkook gave the man a small smile and shook his head, “Really, I’m fine. You don’t have to go through that kind of trouble. What were you listening to anyways, to get you all riled up like that?”

The man laughed brightly and took out his other earbud, shoving the wires into his pocket. “The sound of music. I was re-enacting Julie Andrews’ iconic hill scene.”

“Well, except for the smacking someone in the stomach part, I’m sure you had it down to a tee.” Jungkook’s eyes flicked above the other man’s shoulder to make sure Jisung’s mother hadn’t gotten to the shop yet. Once he saw that he still had time, he extended his hand out towards the other man.

“Um, I’m Jeon Jungkook. I feel obligated to introduce myself after we just had a mini-conversation here,” Jungkook shook the other man’s hand, whose eyes seemed to spark in some sort of recognition for a brief moment before he blinked and the spark was gone. He introduced himself to Jungkook with a smile on his face.

Jungkook gave him a friendly smile back and tried not to shiver as an unusually cool wind blew past him. “Nice to meet you, Jung Hoseok.”

No location stamps. No mentions of bases. No tweets about hometowns. Sometimes, Hyejung really hated the internet.

The twitter page hadn’t helped with much other than finding Jimin’s face. Then, Mina told Hyejung to search for BigHit Ent. That’s how they’d ended up in their current situation.

“Call him! Come one!” Mina urged.

They had spent 10 minutes looking through BigHit’s website for any mention of a ‘Jung Hoseok’. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they’d found a profile page for an idol group and under the title of main choreographer, there was a picture of Hoseok. After navigating the site for his number, they’d found his work cell.

“I don’t even know if he’ll have it on him,” Hyejung muttered absentmindedly as her fingers danced above the numbers on her phone. It was more an excuse than anything. She was so close to finding Jimin, she didn’t know if she could handle failing so far in.

“You have to try! Come on, grandma. If he doesn’t pick up, we’ll just try later.” Mina grabbed the phone and punched in the number before Hyejung could even ask for her phone back.

Mina suddenly brightened and Hyejung held her breath as her granddaughter chirped a cheery, “Hello, Mr. Jung!”

Not but a second after Jeon Jungkook had exchanged pleasantries with Hoseok, a phone began to ring. Hoseok, not realizing it was his phone, just stared at Jungkook dumbly before he came to his senses and frantically shoved his hand into his pocket to reach for the device.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” Hoseok apologized with a sheepish look on his face. He didn’t want to ditch this fellow right after he practically punched him in the gut, but duty called. On a pretty shitty phone, but it called, nonetheless.

It’s cool,” Jungkook said easily, his eyes focusing onto a point beyond Hoseok’s shoulder. “I’ve got to run anyways.”

He flashed Hoseok a quick smile and gave him a little wave before walking away. Hoseok sat down on a bench and watched Jungkook approach a coffee shop as he flipped open his phone (yeah, that shitty) and answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hello Mr. Jung!” A bright voice greeted him back. Hoseok nearly let out a laugh, the person on the other end sounded like a child. He didn’t want to be rude, people sounded different sometimes, but it was funny imagining someone with a voice like that calling him for something work-related.

Hoseok thought back to a phone-call he’d had with a supervisor once who he’d continuously referred to as ‘Ma’am’ until, towards the end of the call, he’d heard someone in the distance refer to them as ‘Sir’. He winced, he didn’t want a repeat of that episode.

“Hello,” Hoseok felt obligated to repeat, “Anything new for me?”

He was 90% sure this wasn’t a staff member but just in case, Hoseok prompted the caller in generic work-related-business fashion.

“Well, no. Did you want a fun fact? Chemistry is a branch – no, apparently that’s misleading – a part of Science you learn in high school. What? He’s the one who asked for something new-,“ there was some sort of disturbance on the phone and suddenly, someone else was speaking to him.

“I apologize for that. That was my granddaughter,” this voice sounded a lot more mature. Hoseok stifled a fond laugh from spilling out of his mouth. A fun fact from the granddaughter of a lady who had probably dialled the wrong number, that was definitely new.

“That’s more than okay, although I believe you’ve reached the wrong number-”

“No! We haven’t. Please, don’t hang up. Do you have some time? I’ve got something to discuss with you. My name is Jeon Hyejung, and I used to know Park Jimin.” Hoseok’s smile fell off his face. He wondered if he’d heard her wrong. Once he’d decided that he definitely hadn’t, he spoke.

“I have time. Please, tell me everything.”

An hour or so later, Hoseok was back in BigHit, sitting in the practice room with his phone held up to his ear. He stared at his reflection in the mirror with his back pressed firmly against the wall. He’d never felt so out of his element in a place he frequented more than his own home.

“Ma’am, I just don’t know if I can. Jimin wasn’t fine when he came back home. To be frank, he never really learned how to be fine. Things just got worse when his mother passed away. Eventually, after a year or so, he got better. Not quite the same, but better. I don’t want to ruin this for him.”

“Hoseok, Park Jimin was many things to me but first and foremost, he was family. I would never attempt to approach him and pry my way back into his life if I thought it would hurt him.”

Hoseok threw his head back against the padded wall and searched the ceiling for a reasonable answer. When he couldn’t find one, he pursed his lips in defeat and mentally apologized to Jimin.

“Okay, I’ll tell you where to find him. If there’s a chance that Jimin will be happy again, like you said, I think you should go for it. He deserves that. Just promise me you’ll make sure he won’t have any reason to break again. I’ve handled that once already, and I don’t know if either of us can survive it again.”

“Of course. Thank you so much, I really appreciate this.”

Hoseok thought back to his meeting with Jeon Jungkook this morning and wondered if it was possible that was the Jungkook. Of course he’d been a little taken aback when he’d heard the name, but with only Jimin’s endless gushing over the phone about Jungkook to go off of, Hoseok couldn’t be too sure. Jimin never had the time to show him a picture, not that he would’ve anyways. If he’d done that, it would’ve seemed too much like Jimin had a crush on Jungkook, and of course Jimin couldn’t have admitted that.

Seoul was a big place, and there were a lot of Jeon Jungkooks in the world. But something was nagging at Hoseok, telling him that he’d definitely met Jimin’s Jungkook.

“Summer camp. Jimin runs a summer camp for kids who like to dance. It’s in Daegu, a little remote area surrounded by nature. Only a couple kilometres from his house. I’ll be there, too. I’ll find the exact address and send it to you along with some other details.”

“You have a big heart, Hoseok. Thank you.”

“When it comes to Jimin, I think everyone’s heart learns to grow a few sizes bigger. I’ll be in touch. Goodbye. Bye little Jimin!”

“Bye now,” then, faintly, “bye-bye!”

Hoseok cut the call and rubbed his eyes. He’d stayed up all night to finish a new choreo and hadn’t even slept before deciding to go for a walk and get some fresh air. He thought about what he’s just done and after feeling guilty for a minute or so, Hoseok dialed Jimin’s number to ask about the camp. He held the phone up to his ear, waiting. With every passing ring, Hoseok felt a little more uncertain about giving out Jimin’s whereabouts to the people he’d been avoiding for the last 10 years.

He’d just invited Jeon Jungkook right back into Jimin’s life, and he was hoping it wouldn’t be a mistake.

Jisung’s mother, Yina, was far more energetic than Jungkook remembered her to be. Usually, their conversations would consist of polite greetings and quick stories about their kids before they parted ways. These exchanges usually happened at the doorstep of either his or Yina’s house since both parents trusted the other enough to watch over their children during playdates or such. Jungkook hated playdates. Not only was it a stupid word, but it was yet another day where Mina would leave him on his own.

It was embarrassing to admit but, Jungkook didn’t have much of a social life. His company consisted of Mina and his mother, no one else. He liked it that way.

That’s why now, confronted with Yina – bright, energetic Yina – Jungkook felt a little out of place. He felt awkward trying to banter with her and didn’t know how to keep the conversation going. It was too unnatural, too non-flirtatious to be called a date.

Jungkook anxiously picked at the napkins in front of him, waiting with a polite smile until Yina finished her story about saying something wildly inappropriate in front of her boss when she was young to tell her what he needed to. When she’d come to a stop, gently laughing at herself, Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Yina, you’re a really great person, but I don’t think I can do this.” Jungkook wanted to sink underneath the table and hide there for the next 24 hours when he saw Yina’s expression dim.

“I’m really sorry. You’re wonderful and I thought it was sweet of the kids to do this for us but I – I’m not ready for this. A new relationship. It’s just not what I need or want right now.”

The coffee shop was buzzing with a comfortable warmth, but Jungkook felt his skin prickle with heat. He felt the blood rush up his neck, embarrassment, discomfort and guilt all manifesting to colour his skin red. His throat was dry and he reached for his iced coffee, taking a long sip to delay the possibility of further conversation. God, he felt like he was 15 all over again.

“Of course, I understand,” Yina smiled in a surprisingly understanding manner. Jungkook wanted to him himself over the head for being such an idiot. He tried to voice how he knew it was strange, still not being ready after so many years, but his brain didn’t want him to. He didn’t want to further exploit that excuse because in his heart, he knew it wasn’t as true as he tried to make it out to be.

Taehyung was gone, he understood this very well. Jungkook had spent a lot of time getting over Taehyung’s death, but he’d gone through it. He wasn’t as heavily attached to the memory of Taehyung as before, not so much that it was holding him back from dating.

The simple truth was this, Jeon Jungkook didn’t want to fall in love again.

“I appreciated you coming anyways,” Yina told him kindly. “I’m still your friend, Jungkook. If you need to talk about it, I know how it is.”

Jungkook nodded as Yina briefly put her hand over his and then got up, exiting the shop. Jungkook sighed, a mixture of disappointment and relief. He watched Yina turn right and disappear behind a convenience store. Jungkook finished the rest of his drink and mopped the ring of water left under the cup with his napkin, throwing everything out in a trash can as he walked out of the shop and into the sun. Jungkook took a deep breath and turned left to head home.

Since Jungkook hadn’t checked his emails earlier, he decided to look through them on his way home. Just as he crossed the park, he noticed he had an email from work. Upon opening it, Jungkook groaned.

“Shit,” he breathed, eyes refocusing on the words to read them again impatiently.

A trip abroad on such short notice was going to be hell, not to mention he’d been absent enough from home this past month. He’d had to rely too heavily on his mother and Jungkook hated feeling incapable of taking care of his own daughter. The trip was 1 night, 2 days – a pitch the firm had been working on for a long time. He’d played an important role in the design but Jungkook hadn’t expected to be present during the actual meeting. He wasn’t even head architect!

Jungkook wanted to spend time with Mina. School would officially finish tomorrow for her and he just wanted to pick her up and celebrate, was that too much to ask? For the most part, Jungkook’s job didn’t get too demanding. It was just this last month that they’d really had to hustle and refine the pitch until it was polished. He’d been coming home much, much later than usual because of all the work he was responsible for.

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair and then rested his palm on his forehead, coming to a stop. He closed his eyes and tried bringing himself back into the present. Okay, first things first. He would request to be taken off the presentation team and hope that his hard work would finally earn him some time off. He’d been hearing rumours around the firm anyways that everyone who had worked on the project would be getting both summer months off instead of just the one.

As he turned into his street, Jungkook dialled his boss’ number (saved respectfully as Mr. Monkey, all credits to Mina) and waited for him to pick up. He rehearsed what he would say in his mind so that he wouldn’t mess up.

“Im Sungmin.”

“Sir, hello! It’s Jeon Jungkook speaking.”

“Ah, yes! Our prized architect! Packing for the trip, I hope?”

“Well, that’s what I’d like to talk to you about,” Jungkook ventured cautiously. “Is it possible for me to be taken off the presentation team?”

“Why would you want that, my boy? You’ve worked hard for this, you should be at the front lines, don’t you think?” Jungkook tried not to groan into the speaker.

“Unfortunately, I have some prior commitments. I really don’t mind being pulled off the team. In fact, I’d prefer it that way.” Jungkook hung onto his last shred of professionalism despite his brain telling him to win sympathy points by talking about his daughter.

His boss cleared his throat and the other line and spoke, “Very well, if that’s what you’d like. If you miss out on the presentation, there will be some drawbacks. I’m sure you’ve heard about the extended month of vacation the firm was going to offer to everyone on this project. Despite not being officially released, word travels fast. Unfortunately, the offer only extends to those on the presentation team. If you’re okay with missing that, my boy, then by all means I will take you off the team.”

Jungkook came to a halt. He had never so badly wanted to revert back to his 5-year-old self just so that it would be socially acceptable for him to scream “BUT THAT’S UNFAIR!” into the phone. So many people he knew had slaved over this project for the last month, and now only a small group of 5 would reap the benefits? There had been at least 20 active employees on this project, and for a firm of about 50, that was saying a lot. He drew in a breath and knew that not going on the trip would be a bad move. Jungkook needed that extra month too badly to refuse.

“No, sir,” Jungkook practically sighed into the phone, “I’ll work around my commitments and come. Thank you for your time.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” And just like that, the call was cut. Jungkook stared at his phone screen in defeat and held back from throwing it to the ground. He didn’t know why but he felt like crying. Jungkook squared his shoulders and faced straight ahead, trying to get himself together. When he thought he was ready to face his family, he resumed walking.

Mina and Hyejung were sitting on the front steps when Jungkook reached home. He walked up the driveway, throwing them curious looks. Mina jumped up and slipped her hand into Jungkook’s, pulling him into the house before he could inquire about their time together.

“Daddy, you know that I love you, right?” Mina crooned, glancing quickly at Hyejung before returning her attention to Jungkook. Jungkook looked back to his mother and was greeted with indifference. He wrinkled his nose.

“There’s that familiar smell of emotional blackmail again, or is it extortion?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at Mina. He wasn’t sure what she wanted but he was 99% sure he wouldn’t like it. Call it Father’s Intuition, if you will.

“No comment,” his mother voiced as she walked past him and into the living room. Mina led Jungkook there as well and waited until everyone was seated before she began.

“You’re a great dad,” Mina sounded like she was a trained mediator. “And I know that you won’t let me down when I ask you to prove how great you are once again by letting me go on a… trip!”

Jungkook was completely lost. A trip? Did Mina want to travel somewhere? She’d never brought this up before. He could probably scrape together some money to take a trip but something told him this wouldn’t necessarily be a family thing.

“I want to go to a summer camp! In Daegu!”

Father’s Intuition. Both a blessing, and a curse.

“Where did you even hear about this?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward on his knees to look straight at Mina. He wondered if he was really going to have to choose between being the bad guy and keeping Mina home for selfish reasons or being the absolute angel of a father and letting Mina be that far from him for 2 entire months.

“Just from my friends,” Mina’s face split into a wide smile, “It’s a dance camp! Isn’t that just perfect! And I’ve never been out of Seoul before! Can I please, please, please, please go?”

Jungkook didn’t know what to do. On one hand, he was going to have to be out of town for a while so it wouldn’t seem fair if he said no to her, regardless of whether or not he had good reasons to go. On the other hand, he really wanted to spend his vacation with his daughter, the way they’d always spent it.

Maybe he was too caught up on the idea of tradition but ever since Mina was little, they’d spent summer in Seoul. They’d go to amusement parks and the beach and it would always be on the same day every year. Jungkook even bought Mina a special Cheesy Cheesecake on the last day of every summer vacation so that she could eat it all by herself and celebrate a new school year. He didn’t want to part with that so soon.

Jungkook flicked his eyes to his mother, “You’ve been awfully silent. Thoughts?”

Hyejung stuck her hands in the air, “Hey, don’t look at me. This is between you two.”

Jungkook sighed and then looked at Mina, bracing himself for the argument that was about to come.

“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to go,” Jungkook said slowly, already regretting the words as soon as they had come out of his mouth. Hyejung shared a look he didn’t quite understand with Mina.

“Fine.” Mina’s voice was somber. She didn’t look up from her lap. “I won’t ask again.”

That was it? Jungkook didn’t want to jinx it or anything, but wasn’t there going to be a fight? Mina always made sure she understood why she wasn’t allowed to do certain things and if she thought Jungkook was being unreasonable, she would tell him. This time, she didn’t even try asking him why.

“Okay?” Jungkook couldn’t help but phrase it as a question. “It’s settled then.”

He got off the couch and right before he left the room, he remembered he still had to tell his family about the trip. That’s what he’d forgotten. Mina surely wouldn’t back down once he’d announced that.

“Oh, yeah, I… need to go away for work. It just happened and I can’t help it, it’s the only way I’ll be guaranteed a 2-month vacation. I’ll only be gone for 2 days. Mom, can you take care of Mina?”

Jungkook braced himself for an argument to erupt out of his daughter but she didn’t say anything, just snuggled up next to his mother as Hyejung nodded in affirmation.

If one looked up the definition of guilty in the dictionary right about now, they’d find Jungkook’s picture under it. He felt awful about refusing Mina, but he didn’t want to say yes. He couldn’t bring himself to say yes. He nodded and headed to his room to start packing.

Mina sat on her bed and surveyed the bag she’d already packed, after ensuring once more that there was nothing missing, she slid it under her bed and set her alarm clock to 12:00 AM. Hyejung entered the room with her phone to her ear, murmuring a “thank you” before cutting the call.

“Alright, sweetheart. It’s set. Hoseok told Jimin about one more camper and got you registered last minute. Did you pack already?” Hyejung bent at the waist to peer under the bed when Mina pointed there. She nodded affirmatively. “Looks good.”

“Grandma, he’s not going to get really mad, is he?” Mina asked hesitantly. Her lips jutted out. “I don’t want him to hate me.”

Hyejung shook her head ‘no’ and sat down beside Mina, combing her hair with her fingers. “Oh please, he could never hate you. You know, when you were young, maybe 6 or 7 months old, your daddy was watching soccer and he got so excited at one point that he started yelling excitedly. Now, you were this tiny thing that got startled very easily, so of course, you started crying. Your father immediately turned off the TV and held you for hours – and I mean hours. He was crying along with you and apologizing because he absolutely hated being the reason you were upset. I think I finally understood then that he was definitely ready to be a father.

“He could never in a million years hate you, Mina. That’s just not how love works,” Hyejung tickled Mina and after her giggling fit passed, decided to ask her one last thing.

“Now, we’re sneaking out and that’s settled but, how are you going to get Jungkook there?”

At this, Mina grinned wickedly, “Remember that time he was away and I got really sick?”

Hyejung smiled in realization and tweaked Mina’s nose, “You’re a schemer through and through.”

With that, they got ready for bed and Mina fell asleep watching the seconds pass on her clock.

The next morning, Jungkook woke up to no Mina. It wasn’t particularly surprising, he’d gotten up earlier than usual to catch the train and Mina wasn’t used to that. So he quickly got ready and scrawled a note about how he’d miss her and would be back soon so they could have tons of fun together. Somehow, in his haste to leave, Jungkook completely missed the other piece of paper scrawled with writing lying on the kitchen counter.

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