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"You are going to be the death of me one day." He mumbled, eyes looking into yours with such deep compassion that no one could ever rally.
"You think so?" You asked, a playful smile on your lips.
"I know so." He replied instantaneously, his eyes...
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Your head perked up as you heard Taehyung's slam shut. Sighing, you got up from the ground and sat on the couch.
"Why did you try explaining it to him, Noona?" Jungkook asked, still playing with the puppy. You opened your mouth to answer but ended up closing it with furrowed brows.
You didn't know why you did that either. It must be the switch that's messing up with you. It made you think that you had to tell Taehyung everything.
"I would've explained no matter who it was. I don't want anyone to get a wrong idea about us." You lied quickly.
"Oh."
Jungkook was sort of upset at the way you thought about all this. The fact that you didn't want the others to misunderstand you two disappointed him. "I'm going to sleep in my room. I'm tired." He announced before dragging himself upstairs.
You threw your head back on the couch. The puppy had managed to climb into your lap as you stroked him. Minutes later, another familiar voice sounded.
"I heard a loud bang." You turned your head to see Jin walking to the fridge from the staircase.
"That was Taehyung." You answered.
"Why? What happened?" He asked, grabbing a bottle of water. You just shrugged as a response.
"Okay, whatever. The others will not wake up until afternoon, they're sleeping like pigs. So, why don't the both of us go and get yours and the girls' clothes from your apartment and make brunch when we're back?" He suggested.
"Cool."
After sharing warm cups of coffee over a light conversation, you went to your apartment. It was difficult packing clothes for all the girls for a week on your own, nonetheless, you were back at the BTS house in an hour and a half.
"So, Y/N, you never really told me how you learnt cooking." Jin said as the both of you skimmed through the cookbook he had bought you.
"Well, my mother was a great cook. She taught me a lot of it." You answered, pointing at an appealing dish. He nodded.
"But, I don't really get it. You said your relationship with your parents was distant, yet they taught you how to cook and you've done other intimate stuff with them... It's kinda weird." He pointed out earnestly, making you chuckle. The both of you got to the counter, getting the ingredients ready as Jungkook appeared in the kitchen.
"Is food ready?" He asked, lazily pulling out a stool from the island and placing it near the counter and sitting on it.
"All you know is how to eat." Jin sighed.
"Yeah. I eat almost everything." Jungkook purred, audible only to you as you rolled your eyes.
"My parents and I did have a distant relationship, but, that was because of their dignity." You continued the earlier conversation as you measured flour.
