The Perfect Chemistry || Jungkook FF [Complete ✔]

Chapter 11 | "Love, feed me."

Y/N'S POV

8:41 PM | Y/N'S BEDROOM

"That looks good," I murmured.

I was a dead log on the bed, eyes hadn't averted away from the screen for nearly half an hour. The content was just captivating - a Youtube video of a wife preparing Bentos for her husband.

I almost lost to the temptation. I mean, look at that pillowy cream yellow tamagoyaki, as if she plucked the cloud and moulded it into an egg masterpiece. The meat? Looking tender and juicy as it was supposed to be. The lamb sacrificial didn't go in vain. It must be dying in happiness knowing the wife did it justice. 

Unconsciously, I bit my lips, ready to jump into the video and help myself to dinner. I almost slipped into my self-indulgence but back on track as I remembered my sole purpose of binge-watched home cooking videos.

I was looking an inspiration to make bento for Jeongguk. A token of appreciation, a reward for being a supportive boyfriend. 

But there was a teaspoon of doubt, like what if it didn't meet his expectation? What if it will not be enough? What if he dislikes the food? Wait. I know what he likes to eat. But, what if...

It happened again. My brain was churning these thoughts, clogging my sanity. Quickly, I threw them away, jumped out of the bed and sprinted toward the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and skimmed through the ingredients that were stocked in the chilled box.

"Late night supper?"

I peeked behind the fridge door and saw mom, wiping and arranging the kitchenware in the cabinet. "Mom. Do we have lamb beef?" I asked.

"No honey. We have Paik Ham." She answered. "Paik Ham?" Not the protein that I want, but I can work with that.

"Are you that hungry? I can make you late night sandwiches. Just don't eat too much or you will get heartburn again." She reminded me as I had a couple of acid reflux episodes in previous months.

"No need, mom. I'm planning to bring a lunch box tomorrow." 

"Lunch box? That's a first." 

I backed into rummaging the fridge, actually hiding from being questioned further by her. 

"Y-yes. I'm saving money and I think it is safer that way. Hygienic concern." I said brazenly. Congrats Song Y/N. You just lied to your mom. Well, technically. I didn't lie at all. I did want to make a lunch box, just not for me.

And making lunch is economically efficient and guaranteed safe. Above all, it was an expression of love, from a mother to her children, a wife to his husband and a woman to her lover. 

Me to my lover.

THE NEXT DAY

11:51 PM | SCHOOL OF FINE ARTS | ART STUDIO

I texted Jeongguk the night before. Unfortunately, he informed me that he will be occupied throughout the day, working on a masterpiece for an upcoming charity exhibition – organized by the Fine Arts club. Indeed, the fund was put to good use. Good for 'em.

With that said, I had to forget my lunch box plan but Jeongguk was highly persistent. He wanted to know my reasoning for inquiring about his noon schedule. 

After tedious messaging back and forth, I finally mentioned wanting to give a "thank you" gift. Immediately, he told me to come to one of the school's studios.

So, there I was. Behind the sliding door that separated me from Jeongguk. I tiptoed, peeking into the art studio, searching for the targeted man. 

It wasn't hard to find him. I knew where he loved to sit and his signature style outfit. Plus, his back hair and physique were distinct, making him easily recognizable... maybe because I was highly infatuated with him that just from his nose, I could tell whether he is Jeongguk or not.