One last gaze towards that building where he had his first kiss in.

I will never forget you, he muttered staring at Jimin's windows like fixed.

His feet moved against his will, when he was stumbling down the wet pavement, the water flowing through his trainers.

There was a taxi slowing down to park just meters from him, but Jungkook completely ignored walking forward, step after step.

"Jungkook!" A man shouted and he almost fell tripping over his own feet, barely catching his balance.

There was Namjoon leaving the cab, opening and umbrella.

"Mr. Namjoon," Jungkook bowed his head.

"Come here," Namjoon gave him a sign to follow so Jungkook did, walking back into that hall he was kicked out off behind the man.

"Mr. Kim," the guard bowed. "You boy, I have told you to leave!" He raised his voice.

"The boy is with me," Namjoon closed the umbrella reaching to grab Jungkook's hoodie sleeve and pull him towards the elevator past the stunned guard.

"Mr. Namjoon, I don't know if Jimin wants to see me," whispered Jungkook who's legs were suddenly like out of wool.

"Did you come to win him back?" Namjoon raised his brow.

"I guess... yes... I hope," Jungkook blushed terribly.

"So let's go," Namjoon pulled him into the silver cabin of the elevator pressing Jimin's floor.
Jungkook's heart one banging mess as he was way not ready to meet Jimin.

"Um... is he very mad?" He asked as it was better to know if Jimin hated him.

"No, he's heartbroken, writing one hit single after another, all inspired by you," Namjoon grinned.

Unfortunately the elevator stopped and they walked out into the corridor.

"Um... maybe it's not a good idea," Jungkook stopped feeling he might faint.

"Are you the guy who will turn back now, go home and forget everything you have had or are you here to fight for Jimin," Namjoon's gaze hardened and Jungkook lowered his head trembling form the cold, the rain wet clothes, his beating heart.

"So? I don't have the whole day," Namjoon raised his tone.

Jungkook sighed moving down the corridor towards him, his throat too tight to speak so he was just following Namjoon to Jimin's door, into that apartment.

The marble floor cold when he took the wet trainers off stopping in the hall.

"Hi, I'm glad you're here you will help me move the heavy boxe..."

Jungkook's heart double jumped as there was Jimin's soft voice cracking just meters from him.

"What is he doing here?" Jimin almost shouted.

"Have met that delinquent in front of the building soaking through in the rain," Namjoon seemed amused when Jungkook risked a glance towards Jimin, who was looking so stunning, wearing all black, a comfy designer tracksuit. His face now ghostly pale and Jungkook wished to run.

"Why have you brought him!" Jimin's chin trembled, his fists clenched.

"Jimin... um..." Jungkook spoke, his hands were shivering so madly he put them into his pockets, fighting to command his throat to give out sounds.

"Leave my flat," Jimin crossed his arms and Jungkook felt like slapped.

He shouldn't be here for sure, it has been the worst idea ever.

"I... um... I..." he stuttered when Namjoon sighed loudly.

That one sound so annoying, as if kicking his inner pride, so he clenched his fists looking up straight into Jimin's beautiful stubborn eyes.

"I came to invite you for dinner with my family tomorrow," he said now steadily.

Jimin's eyes raised open in shock.

"Um... my parents are inviting you," Jungkook continued awkwardly when Jimin sighed biting his lower lip.

"What will you tell?" Muttered Jungkook trying his best to stay calm, catching his boyfriend's glittery gaze.

"They're inviting me," Jimin was watching him intensively. "As who?"

Jungkook caught Namjoon chuckling, what was really double annoying.

"As my boyfriend," he whispered almost not able to breath from stress. "Um.. I mean we've never broken up."

Jimin raised his brow trying to keep a straight face but the corners of his lips moved up.

"What time is the dinner?" He asked when Jungkook's heart sped up uncontrollably.

"Um... six," he whispered.

"Cool," Jimin flipped his hair back.

"So, um... will you come," Jungkook was really feeling like the last idiot.

Jimin glanced towards Namjoon then back at him and Jungkook lowered his head wishing to disappear from here right now.

"Ok, expect me tomorrow," said Jimin without any further emotions.

"So, does it mean we're back?" There were crazy butterflies raising in Jungkook's insides.

"I'll tell you after the dinner," Jimin sent him an amused glance.

Like my mum, thought Jungkook, really could they stop torturing him.

"Ok, good... so... see you tomorrow," Jungkook nodded his head. "Goodnight Mr. Namjoon."

"Koo!" Jimin's voice crumbled all hair on his body. "I mean... I'll get a cab for you, it's half past eight and you don't need being grounded even more for coming home late."

Jungkook nodded, he couldn't speak now.

"I'll bring the boy downstairs," Namjoon grinned winking to Jimin and Jungkook was burning from all those unspoken things sending the love of his life one more gaze before leaving the apartment.

His legs so weak he was stumbling down the corridor.

"You've survived," Namjoon tapped his shoulder in a fatherly way.

"Sir, thank you," Jungkook pressed out looking at the man who was grinning widely.

"You're welcome," Namjoon nudged his arm when both broke out into laughter.

"Who is coming for dinner today?" Hobi's jaw might as well be on the floor when Jungkook was helping mum to lay the table in the dining room.

Dad has just came back from work, while Yoongi was decorating the living room with colorful balloons composing into the words 'welcome.'

Jungkook was wearing a new elegant shirt, he has quickly bought after school from the scholarship money, to dark jeans. Everyone very formal today, mum had taken out the earrings dad has given her for their twentieth wedding anniversary. Now it was dad running into the room to ask his wife which tie would look better.

Yoongi's troubled eyes rested on Jungkook who was dying from worry, yet refused to speak to his older brother and listen to what he is doing wrongly, but the truth was he had no idea how his parents will react to seeing Jimin on their doorstep.

"Jungkook's girlfriend is coming for dinner," said dad finally settling on a tie with silver stripes on a gray textured surface.

"Jungkook's girlfriend?" Hobi crossed his arms sending Jungkook a mean gaze. "I'm looking forward to seeing that."

Thank you so much for your love. What do you think about Jungkook being able to speak to Jimin and inviting him. What will happen during the dinner? What will his parents do?

Much <3