PROTECT YOU <JUNGKOOK X READER>

CHAPTER ONE

March, 23rd 2022

Jungkook's POV:

A sound of my alarm wakes me up from my peaceful sleep. I sit up on my bed and rub my face with my hands, being all headaches from amount of alcohol I take last night. Damn I shouldn't have drink that much for a stupid dare. Yet I still lost the bet I had with my cousin, Jimin.

Pushing the blanket away, I couldn't careless about my body being exposed, I'm on my tight short, there's no one here. I look at myself in the mirror and surprise how pale I am.

The dark circles in my eyes, my messy hair, and dry lips makes me looks like a dead man. Well, they even better because they dressed up and have a make up on. I more look like shit.

I turn on the water faucet and close the drain, when it's enough, I take the water and splash it in my face. I clean them with facial gel wash. Shaving, and brush my teeth. Soon as I feel fresh, I enter the cubicle, push my pants down and throw it to the laundry basket.

I take a shower to get rid of the bad scent off my body. The alcohol is having a bad effect on me when I can't handle it too much. I actually don't drink, not smoke too because I like more living in a healthy.

5 minutes later

I go downstairs and spotted my mom busy preparing something, she's running here and there, wearing her headband and apron full with stain of flour. She's baking, even she can't really do it, she's not give up that easily.

My mom always wanted to have her own pastry shop, she's a doctor, but she loves cooking. Maybe wanted to be a chef too one day. Only she's sucks in making dessert but really good in savoury.

I ruffles my hair as I go down and open the fridge to get a milk and pour it to a glass, gulp it down in a one go. I look at my mom putting on her gloves and opening the oven, carefully brings out a hot pan filled with chocolate cake. I can tell from the way it smells.

"What are you making, Mom?" I put the empty glass on the sink and approach her to give her a kiss on her cheek. She is smiling proudly.

"A brownie." She takes off the gloves after place the well-cooked cake on the plate.

"Do we have a guest tonight?" I wash the dishes to help her.

"I hope." She grin as she cut the small piece of the brownie and bring it to my lips for me to taste it. She blow it not to make it hot.

"Here, try it, and tell me if it's good."

She stare at me with her eyes full of hope. I slowly open my mouth in hesitation. I don't feel good about it but to make her happy, I eat the brownie and feel the texture in my mouth, as expected.

"Well, how is it?" She put her palm together wait for my answer.

"Umm.. It's too sweet, and I still can taste the flour and cocoa powder in some part, maybe it's because they didn't mix well."

I tell her my honest opinion, and slowly her face turn sad. She must be feel disappoint. She turn around and walk toward the counter and take the plate, she's going to throw that away, but I stopped her.

"Mom, it's okay, you can try again."

I take the plate and place it back on the counter. Take my mom in my arms to comfort her. She feels down whenever she's not doing her work well.

"I know I can never cook like your father, Jungkook." She mumble in my chest.

"Mom, don't say that, you make me delicious foods everyday, you're the best cook and I feel so loved when you take care of me. Don't look down on yourself, Mom." I look at her teary eyes, my heart ache when I see her cry.