"How's New York?"

"Would I be lying if I said I expected more?".

"It's only your first week. Wait for college to begin then its all fun and games. You're in the city that never sleeps-".

"That's all I crave. Sleep and silence ".

"You should get out more".

"Why? My best friend is miles and miles away from me. I got no one to hang with here -".

"I promise to visit during college holidays and maybe you can come to L.a for my birthday next month".

"I'll never miss it".

"I know you won't. Gotta run , mums making cheesecake and requires my baker skills. Love you".

"Love you bri".

The call cut and silence filled her room once again. Her brown eyes staring at the dark phone screen. This would be the first long call she'd ever had with Brianna in all their years of friendship. They were inseparable. Always at each others side. Now they were in different parts of the world.

Jungkook had gotten promoted and the move to New York from Los Angeles was non-negotiable. It was a must. They had been here for a week now. Settled in and getting the hang of the streets and grocery outlets.

The knock on her room door brought her out of those deep thoughts where she was lost most of the time. "Hey kid" , he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. "Hey", she whispered, staring at him over her shoulder. "You okay?", he gave a soft smile and she nod. "Your mum and I are heading out to stock up. Wanna join?". Anastasia pout and had to think about it before giving a nod. "Great, we're leaving in 10 minutes ", he said and left.

Jungkook was 16 years older than Anastasia but 8 years younger than Elizabeth.

Anastasia had turned 19 before the new year. She had finished high school and took the year off from studying. She worked many jobs throughout the year. Most of them at Cafés and restaurants. Studying in New York was not on her list but the university had accepted her and she started in 2 days.

Well - tomorrow will be better.

-

"This skirt will look amazing on you-", Elizabeth held out the polka-dot skirt. Anastasia made an icky expression and stepped away from the hideous piece of material. "C'mon sweetheart. It's college. You need to look lady like-", she fussed, rummaging through the racks of the clothing store.

"It's college mama , not a fashion parade. I have clothes", she whined and strolled away to look at jeans instead. Anastasia was more of a tomboy. Being in dresses or skirts made her feel out of place. Having eyes gawking was not her thing. She'd rather be invisible than stand out and be in a spotlight. "Whatcha looking for kid?", jungkook appeared, hands held behind his back. "Something that isn't going to showcase my body", she mumbled and he chuckled lowly. "Your mother can be alittle pushy ", he whispered and Anastasia smiled up at him. "Yeah-", she nod.

"Maybe these -", he held up a black pair of jeans with flared bottoms. "That's not bad actually ", she took them from him , admiring the dark embroidery around the buttons. "I like it", she smiled and searched for her size. "What are you two doing?", Elizabeth popped up with a hand full of pink clothing. Anastasia's eyes widen when she noticed the underwear. Her eyes bounce to jungkook, who glanced away. "Mama-", she grit. "What? These are cute. They're your size", she held up the pink laced bra. "Stop it", Anastasia blushed and grabbed it from her mother's hand. "It's only jungkook-", she nagged and took the black jeans from Anastasia. "I'll go pay for these. I picked out a few other things too", she walked to the pay counter.

Anastasia sighed and hid the bra underneath a heap of Jeans. She was not shy but it was awkward. She was not that 15 year old child anymore. She was growing and so was her body. Ofcourse she did not want her father figure seeing her underwear. That's creepy. Unfortunately her mother being an extrovert, didn't think anything of it.

"Don't be shy kid ", jungkook ruffled up her brunette hair. "I basically watched you grow into a fine young lady", he smiled down at her, trying to make her feel better. "Thanks jungkook-", she whispered and watched him walk off to her mother.

-
19 : 23 pm

"I wasn't sure - so I just got her these".

Anastasia sat on her mothers bed , scanning through the gifts she had bought for her friends baby shower. "Isn't it supposed to be neutral stuff? What if the baby's a boy?", she asked , staring at the bunch of pink clothes and unicorn teddy. "Well then I'll get some more when we cross that bridge-", she paced to the closet and Anastasia began to fold the tiny clothes. "They're cute -", she called out , feeling alittle bad for not complimenting her mother's taste in baby things.

"What are my girls up too?", jungkook walked in, hands in his sweatpants pockets. His white t-shirt clinging to his toned stomach and broad chest. He enjoyed fit shirts which hugged his biceps. He wasn't a gym fanatic for nothing.

Anastasia tugged at her pajama shorts which rode up her thighs. It was not out of discomfort but to show respect. Jungkook noticed how edgy she had been lately around him. He couldn't help but wonder if he had done anything to offend her or maybe she was upset that she had to leave her Los Angeles life behind because of his promotion.

"Just taking a look through the things I had gotten for Gwen's baby shower this weekend ", Elizabeth strolled out of the closet in her silk robe and hair pulled into a bun. "Look at you", jungkook gave her a quick kiss as Anastasia got to her feet. "Well, I'm off to bed", she stretched alittle. "Goodnight honey", her mother said and started to pack away the gifts. Jungkook excused himself and followed Anastasia into the hallway, stopping her just outside her room door.

"Anastasia-", he whispered, glancing over his shoulder to check for his wife before looking down at the wide eyed girl. "Can I ask you something?", he continued to keep that hushed tone and she nod. "Did I do anything to upset you?". His question was kinda sudden and confusing for Anastasia. In her books , jungkook could never do wrong. He was the perfect man.

"Uhm , not that I know off", she whispered back and he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're not the same with me", he tilt his head and she furrowed her brows. "I don't understand. I'm not upset ", she reassured him. "Just tired -", she add and he nod. "I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me-", he placed his inked hand on her shoulder, giving a little squeeze. "I'm not-", she trailed.

"You've been all day-", he raised a brow and she sighed. "Jungkook- I'm not a child anymore. Certain things creep me out now that I'm older. I can't have you looking at a bra that I'm going to use -", she explained and he chuckled. "Anastasia- you'll always be a kid to me", he pinched her cheek. "Stop being silly. I will never do anything to hurt you -", he promised. "I know, I'm not saying you're some pedophile, god no", she was rapping. She didn't want him getting the wrong message.

"I'm just not a child anymore. So I do certain things out of respect-", she smiled and he returned it. "You're a good girl ", he pat her head. "Get some rest", he point to her room and walked away. Anastasia entered her room and slowly shut the door.

It was never hard speaking to jungkook.
They understood each other.