Kayla +Jungkook
You sigh and put your controller on the coffee table in front of you. You turn in your mother's direction where she is calling you from the kitchen, "Can a woman not have a few moments to herself to play Overwatch in peace, mother?" Your mother chuckles as she wipes cake flour off of her apron.
"Lazy child," she comments, "The bell at the front desk just rang, might be a guest."
Resigned to your fate you get up from your perch on the carpet in front of the TV, not without your fair share of mumbled complaints. Your parents own a Bed and Breakfast together so you try and help even though you'd rather spend all of your days helping your brother in his auto body shop next door and playing Overwatch all day. When you reach the front desk in the foyer you see a man with short straight black hair in an undercut. His broad muscular back is clad in only a black shirt and just for a moment, a mere second you admire an attractive back in peace. At least you can do this small thing in peace, but then the man turns and an attractive back gives way to an even more attractive torso and then, a face. A face you wish you could see for the first time, forever, on a loop.
"Hi, this is a Bed and Breakfast right?" His voice is that of an angel, you're transfixed. A look of confusion passes over his face and suddenly you are reminded of a bunny. "I saw a sign outside..." he trails off, perhaps noticing that you're not alright in the least.
"Indeed," is all you manage to say. Not good. You've never been speechless. This moment right here caused by this guy is unacceptable. You grab hold of the last shreds of dignity you have left. With a small shake of the head you turn to face the stranger again.
"Yeah, this is a Bed and Breakfast, welcome..." you say with a slight flourish. That done you turn on your heel and leave him standing alone in the foyer. As soon as you see your mom you rush towards her, "Go help the customer outside please, I have a sudden ache somewhere..." You stand behind her in the kitchen, facing the foyer entrance. "What ache?" Your mom enquires worriedly. You start pushing your mom towards the foyer. "Nevermind the ache, I'll sort out my aches, you sort out the customer," With one last shove your mom is stumbling, rather ungracefully, into the foyer. As soon as she steadies herself she looks at the stranger, stills, turns around and smirks at you. She knows there is no ache, the boy was simply too attractive to serve. Mother will sort it out, which leaves you to finally play Overwatch in peace. After a few minutes you forget all about the handsome stranger.
Your peace does not last long. Soon your mom is walking through the livingroom with the stranger in tow. "This is the family livingroom but you are welcome anytime. Ah!" She says when she finally spots you crouching in a corner of the couch with the controller in your hand. You probably look like Gollum clutching his precious. Dangit. Must the stranger see you like this? Your mom clears her throat awkwardly, "My daughter Kayla..." The way your mom introduces you almost seems like you're embarrassing her in front of this nice young man.
"Darling, this is Jungkook," your mom recovers. The stranger called Jungkook gives a small wave, a grin and a tiny, "Hi."
This is it, you think, this is where it ends, not with a bang or a whisper but an awkward swallow of spit. There is no mistake, your mother and Jungkook heard the ungodly gulp. Your mom coughs, but it is too late.
You jump to your feet. "Dry throat!" You explain and rush to the fridge for some water. You look at your mother, "The ache I told you about," you finally manage to choke out. Your mother barks a manly laugh, "The ache," she snickers.
Jungkook looks confused and it's the most adorable face you've ever seen. Bloody hell it's the end for you it seems.
"You play Overwatch?" Jungkook ventures, trying to break the awkward vibe. You look at the tv screen, Jungkook, then the controller firmly gripped in your right hand. "No!" You say too quickly, "No I don't play Overwatch," calmly you place the controller on the kitchen counter.
