Who Are You

Epilogue II

JEE'S POV

(A/N: I thought of writing epilogues in Yoongi's pov but I love Jee 😭)

I was sitting at the dining table, peeling off a banana.

"May I take your jacket off little one?" I mumbled while doing so.

"You know, people can actually hear you saying that?" Yoongi questioned making me look at him who was flipping a pancake so proficiently. It looked so damn delicious. Both, the dish and the chef.

"Stop looking as if you would butcher it," he mocked and I rolled my eyes. Three fluffy pancakes, a piece of butter on the top and maple syrup over it.

As he was bringing it to me, he purposefully slowed down his walk. I'll just tie him to a treadmill and fucking make him run for a week!

"Yoon... The kids are hungry," I pouted and he quickly accelerated his pace, placing the plate infront of me. As he said, we really happened to have twins and they are really not very much like me- passive and lazy. They fucking love playing football in my stomach!

What if they're not mine? Yoongi is so dead! But they're in my area. Blackpink in your area. What the fuck?

"Why are you frowning? Why aren't you eating?" He questioned. Yes, it was me drooling over pancakes but suddenly, they don't seem that tasty. I want some chocolates instead but he made it for me at midnight.

Y'all on his likes. I'm on his nerves.
We're not the same.

"I want you to eat first because I love you baby," I smiled, taking a segment in my fork and gesturing him to eat.

He raised a brow in suspicion. "You're not the kind who would share food. What happened?"

"Yeah but it's different for you because I love the dad of my kids."

"Really?"

No. I actually love Hoseok but he loves Sprite so, I am lying to you. Fucking piece of goblin shit.

He reluctantly ate that bite, chewing on it cautiously as if I had poisoned it.

"You are not craving it anymore, right?" He asked on gulping down what he ate. I giggled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

The fact that I am a legal adult is hysterical!

He sighed. This is literally the third time this is happening.

I am guilty. No I am not. I am guilty that I am not guilty. Guilty Guilt. This is should be a book title.

"Yoon," I looked up to him. "You like pancakes, don't you?" I questioned, swiftly shifting the plate towards him who was sitting beside me.

"Yeah I fucking love pancakes at 12 midnight when I've had proper dinner and had even brushed but yeah thanks," he grunted, actually stabbing the fork in the cakes and eating it violently.

My lips pressed themselves in a thin line. Guilty Guilt Guys. 

Nope Jee. No. No I warn you. No-

"Can we get chocolates?" I asked and gulped. He placed the fork on the table with a thump and glared at me. Somehow, I couldn't meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "It's not me. It's the kids. Totally," I clarified and he chuckled abruptly.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing. Let's get you chocolates then," he smiled. Why was he being like this? Does he love the kids more than me? Am I already left behind or what? Well I love the kids more than him then. Fuck him- Wait!