𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴.

NINETEEN: Confused or Scared?

My heart quickened in its pace from what the man said. A few minutes passed as I tried my self to calm down, the door suddenly resonates a knock that made me jump in my position.

'What if it's Jungkook?' I asks myself.

But no, the knock sounds a lot more smaller like someone was afraid to even knock that door. And if it was Jungkook, he most definitely wouldn't knock and just barged inside the room but this someone was waiting for a signal if they can come inside.

I tried to say 'come in' but no words came out, luckily the two maid came inside in their own accord then walking to my bed with food. The two of them bowed to me without meeting my eyes before taking two steps behind as if they're going to leave. 'Wait, I just eaten a couple of hours ago.' I immediately wrote in the notebook before grasping one of the maid's shoulder.

"It's the masters order... for dinner time" One maid said, I nodded and they excuse themselves. I stand there and stared at the door where they get out. It made me want to go out, it looks like it's not locked though but I know better. I should just stay here until Jungkook shows himself.

I look back at the food that the maid set in a small table beside a curtained window. Just like the food that I had for the early dinner, this is also good and fancy as I one by one open the cloche that covers the food. A traditional steak with its sauce and potatoes was there. There's also a soup and sald in a small bowls. The meal was complete with a plain water and fruit juice.

I felt myself hungry again, taking it as a signal to eat the food. When I tried the steak, it tastes so good but then my happiness suddenly got halt.

'But no one knows that I like my steak well done'

As I was thinking, my line of sight turned into a stainless bowl sitting not so far from me. I grab the cover to open it and the white rice sit on there still hot.

'Except for one person...'

When I was a child, we don't have money to go to a steakhouse but we are making it a home. My biological father always make sure that my meat is well cooked. When he died, I no longer get to eat steak then I met Jungkook. I don't know what his parents do as a job but I know he is well off then one day he invited me to eat in his house after class.

I remember how fascinated I was on how big and spacious their house is. I asked where is his parents thinking that we're going to eat with them but he just said that they are busy and not yet at home. So, we eat by ourselves in their garden. Their chef was the one who is cooking the steak.

'Why are you not eating?' Jungkook asked

'No! Of course, I like it. It's just I like it well done, my stomach can't really bare with raw meat' I said timidly.

'You should have said it earlier, aish! What would I do if you suddenly vomit?' Jungkook said worriedly as he pout. He grab my plate and made the chef cook all the steaks into well done including mine.

'Wait, how about you? You like it medium rare right?'

'It's okay. I can open my tongue to a new taste right? I'm not sensitive' The boy said proudly. 'Oh! And I like eating my steak with rice' He continued.

My eyes suddenly lights up, 'Me too! I like to eat it with rice'

The two of us laugh in our preferences. And with that the dinner went good with Jungkook.

I smiled at the good memory. He remembered meaning there's a chance that he remembered me. With a smile on my lips, I continued eating my food while it's still hot and after a few minutes, I finished all the food without any regret. I even burped from being full which I'm thankful of.