# Is it puberty?
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After Jungkook went into his room, Gaon, who was left alone in the kitchen, crouched down and began to think about all sorts of things. If Jungkook continued to avoid him like this, would they be able to live like before, and what would become of their relationship? As he thought about it slowly, Gaon's sleeves were already soaked with tears.
After burying his head in his knees and crying silently for a while, Jeongguk was crouching down in front of him, just like him, and was looking at Gaon.
"... why. "
"Why are you crying?"
"I don't know"
Jungkook, who was looking at Gaon, who was suddenly covered in tears, held out a tissue. "Wipe your tears away," Jungkook said, carefully taking the tissue and wiping away his tears, while hugging Gaon, who was having trouble stopping crying. Gaon, who was quietly held in Jungkook's arms, seemed to be quite surprised by Jungkook's actions, and his crying became a little louder.
"Why are you doing this to me today?"
"Is there anything like ill feelings?"
"That's not it, so stop now, stop."
"I was so surprised because it wasn't the electric guitar I knew."
"I'm sorry, it's all mine."
"Really, I did nothing wrong."
"Yeah. I made a fuss for nothing. Sorry."
"Okay."
"Yeah, hurry up."
"By the way, the moment I saw that person, I was like, 'That's my style,' so I started cursing."
Even after sobbing like that, Gaon opened his mouth, which had been tightly shut, as if he was trying to wrap up what happened earlier, and started talking about his first love again. But Gaon, I don't know if he was aware of it or not, but it seemed like he should have brought up the topic of his first love while he was still wrapped in Jeongguk's arms. As soon as Gaon brought up the topic of his first love, a look of discomfort appeared on Jeongguk's usually expressionless face, but he continued talking as if it didn't bother him at all.
"Yeah."
"No, don't look away and listen carefully."
"I recently had a day where I felt really grateful for my nemesis.But I wonder if he has a girlfriend. "
Jungkook really hoped that Gaon's first love, whose face he didn't even know, whose lips resembled his own, would have a girlfriend. And he hoped that Gaon would quickly finish talking about that person and talk about the relationship between them, or even just trivial everyday stories.
- Ring. Ring. Ring.
Did Jungkook's wish come true? The landline phone began to buzz loudly from the living room table. Only after hearing it did Gaon stop talking about his first love and leave Jungkook's embrace to answer the phone.
"What, who is it?"
"Hey, pig."
"I'll be beaten when you get home. I got beaten up less than before."
" sorry. "
"If you have no business, hang up."
"No, is there no one home?"
"You idiot. Since there's someone at home, shouldn't you be able to answer the landline?"
"I'm talking about your parents, you bitch."
“You know it’s not true, but you’re doing it again.”
"Where on earth would you use that crappy memory?"
"Wow, Kim Ga-on, how could you say something like that to your brother?"
"You're right, I am."
"I have to tell the person next to me everything about you."
" whatever. "
"You don't even know who the person next to me is? Why are you acting like this?"
"Who is it? Who is it~"
"Kim Taehyung, he's calling you~"
"Gaon? Hello~"
"Hello, hello!"
"Anyway, I'll be going home with him in an hour, so clean up after yourself."
"Taehyung oppa is coming too?"
" maybe. "
"Ah! Why are you telling me that now?!!"
"I'm calling to tell you that."
"Donggul!! Electric pen!!! Help me."
"Jungkook is here too."
- Stop.
Gaon, who had hung up before Seokjin could even finish speaking, rushed home, following her brother's warning that he'd be home shortly, and began to noisily rummage around the house, arranging the scattered items. Of course, Jungkook, who had been at Gaon's side, was also mobilized for the housework, seemingly without reason.
Despite this, Jungkook, who had been steadfastly cleaning the living room without saying a word while Gaon hovered by his side, finally looked up at Gaon, who had finished cleaning, and lay down on Gaon's lap, who was sitting holding a pouch containing cosmetics. Perhaps because he had become too used to it, Gaon didn't move an inch even when Jungkook lay down on his lap. Soon, he whined and raised his eyebrows before asking for help from Jungkook, who was lying on his lap with his eyes closed.
"Dongle? Help me."
" no. "
"No, I'm saying that drawing eyebrows is difficult."
"You're being a jerk;;"
"Give it to me."
Despite his verbal protests, Jungkook quickly takes the eyebrow pencil from Gaon's hand and faces him. Even as Jungkook draws on his eyebrows, Gaon keeps his eyes tightly shut, betraying no emotion. Instead, while Jungkook draws on his eyebrows, he presses his lips together tightly, trying to hide the urge to twitch his ears.
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dot
Finally, the process of drawing on Jungkook's eyebrows, which had seemed dangerous, passed, and Gaon, who was carefully examining the eyebrows Jungkook had drawn on in the mirror, smiled faintly. So Jungkook smiled back. Gaon couldn't let anyone find out that he was excited because of you just yet.
"Hey, Dongle."
"Why?"
"They say first impressions are the most important thing in a person."
"So that's why."
"So, if I want to look good to my brother, first impressions are important."
"So what are our first impressions?"
"Was it not that good?"
"Suddenly?"
When Gaon suddenly mentioned the topic of first impressions, Jungkook thought back to his first impressions of Gaon back then. It was an unforgettable memory, but now it has become a first impression rather than a memory. To Jungkook, it was a very thankful, warm, and brave memory.