Lust | JJK ✔️

13- Cooking together

"Take these pills and tell me if they work, or I'll tell Aban to take you to the Hakim, okay?" You pout and squeeze Hamza in your arms, who was vomiting since morning today. You were very gloomy because Hamza was like your little angel, he was one of those animals who has been with you since as long as you can remember. Losing him will make you lose your own mind too.

"Hamza, did you eat anything funny yesterday?" Jungkook asks patting the top of his head.

"Not really." He says in a weak and broken voice, his face pale and dead.

"Oh.." you whine, a tear falling from your eye. "Please don't let anything happen to him, Lord." You pray.

"It's okay, he'll get better, I promise." Jungkook rubs your back as you nod slowly.

"Hey champ, what happened to you?" Aban enters the room as he interrogates for Hamza's condition. "You and your overeating." He complains.

"I didn't even eat anything strange yesterday, bastards." Hamza coughs as his voice seems dry unlike his usual one.

"Aban, I don't care anymore. Please take him to the Hakim and only return if he's treated and well." You demand. "Take the second potion from the third shelf, it is pink coloured and will give you a human form."

"You have done your studies well, big brain." Aban laughs. "Let's wait and see if Hamza gets better on his own, it's normal for animals to fall ill. I'm sure he ate those mangoes you collected yesterday."

You draw your lips into a thin line, remembering but ignoring the thoughts of what happened yesterday.

"No." You place hamza into a soft cloth. "Take him to a doctor right now or I'll do it myself, even if it's risky for me."

"No no." Aban says. "Fine. I'll go. But be careful until I'm gone and don't open the gates to anyone." You turn the cloth around the lion, wrapping it around him like a cocoon.

"But it might take longer for me to make a to and fro journey, I feel I can't fly at my usual speed since morning. Maybe it's just because of the fight between us, forget it."

You raise your eyes at the carpet, suspicious in the weird events happening since morning. The mango tree was dull today as well, three mangoes were rotten.

Regardless you were scared for Hamza more at the moment, you wanted to get him to a doctor as soon as possible. You slowly place the animal on Aban's back.

"Okay then, I'll fetch the potion, and return by tomorrow afternoon."

"Sure, have a safe journey."

Aban disappeares with Hamza as you sigh and turn towards Jungkook.

"He'll be okay, right?" You inch closer to him as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.

"Yes. He will." He kisses your forehead deeply as his other hand runs up and down your back, his finger tracing your backbone.

"I think we should shift our mind to something else, should we?" He asks brushing his nose with you.

You smile. "Okay.."

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm really hungry right now." He says placing his forehead on your shoulder.

"Should I get the maids to cook something?"

"Those magic puppets." He laughs lightly.

"Yes." You giggle as well.

"No." Jungkook says. You furrow your brows. "I want to cook with you." He grins ear to ear.

"Isn't that cute?" His smile was charming, how couldn't anyone fall in love with him in an instant.

"Lets cook together."

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"Now put in the salt." You smile and Jungkook sprinkles some in. It had been an hour that you both had been trying to cook something, but the recipe didn't seem to finish.

Actually now you both were enjoying the cooking session more than eating together, it was fun, it was warm, it was endearing. It let you both have some great quality time and you were here for it.

"I forgot, I have to return to the city tomorrow, remember?" Jungkook runs his tongue on his canines. "Cannot get the people suspicious."

"It's already been two days since you went 'missing' in the city. What will you say to your friend and her father and others?"

"I don't know, I'll just say I was gone for making a painting somewhere far from the city. It's the festive holidays anyways, right." He stirs the soup with a big spoon.

"Festive holidays?" You tilt your head. He smiles.

"Ah, you must not know. It's the annual trade fair going on right? It happens during the harvest season so that farmers can sell their crops inside the fair as well. It's also kind of a celebration of the incoming of summer. So we have holidays for a span of time during the fair."

"Oh.." you slowly nod, learning.

"Tell me more about the city, what it is like, what happens in an everyday life, and more?"

"My life is quite rough, to be honest." He laughs, sipping some of the soup to check its flavour. "My little brother, and uncle. They live back in the village, I told you right?"

"Yes."

"I have to work part time by selling the paintings I make, so that I can send them financial support. And I have to study at the same time, so it's difficult, but euphoric regardless."

You smile.

"And recently uh.." he gulps. "My mother passed away. I received the news the same day as I met you." You frown.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for your loss, Kook.." you caress his shoulder.

"Nah it's okay." He laughs, sniffing in a couple tears as he rolls his head to relax his tensed muscles. "But I found your aura shockingly similar to my mom, how she used to compliment my paintings too, her choice of words, her warmth, you had all of it." He smiles.

"And that really attracted me to you, Yn. The bracelet you're wearing, is my mom's, as I told you, but it's not just that. Amma actually wanted the next daughter in law of the family to wear it. I don't know why, but I just couldn't help but give it to you, I craved to see it on your wrist." His gaze falls down on your hand.

"And then when you left me that day with the incredible events, I was somewhat..sad?" He says. "But I cried myself to sleep that night and the night that followed, for no reason;
yet somehow knowing the reason was you." He speaks.

"And that's why I'm here with you Yn, you're my reason." He bites his lip.

"Sometimes I feel like I should give up painting, because to earn a bigger picture I have to think from the brain, not from heart." He speaks in a sorrowful tone.

"Don't do it." You interrupt. "Don't give up on your passion, just because some people think it's not worthy or not valid. You are the most talented human kook, you deserve everything for those beautiful sceneries and scenarios you paint on the canvas. It's like you narrate a story, but through your brush."

He raises his eyes at you.

"This." He giggles softly. "This is what I mean when I say you sound like mom, in a good way."

Just as you both were talking, you notice the boiling pot behind Jungkook slowly slipping from the surface and beginning to fall upon him.

You move.

[AN]

Out of context but what do MCs do when no one's home? 👀