And...If I Am? I jjk

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Y/N POV

"Where is the damn key?" you sigh to yourself holding the bag of food in your hands. You could have sworn Seokjin always put a spare key under the frog statue right next to the flower pot.

The other guys probably misplaced the key when they came for drinks the other day. You shake your head defeated by the sad looking frog statue sitting infront of you.

Making your way to the backdoor, you crawl through the hole you cut into the fence when you were little. You can't believe he still didn't get it fixed. You get on all fours and crawl through the hole, trying not to get stuck and tear your dear sweather.

Thankfully the backdoor was pretty much always unlocked. Walking into their huge living room you open the lights and make your way to the kitchen. It was pretty silent in the house, which means that Seokjin and Sooyoung must still be at work. Sooyoung did text you saying they will arrive in about half an hour.

You take the food out of the bags and get ready to start cooking when you hear the sound of footsteps walk down the stairs. Your body freezes.

Wait, the guys said they will join us later and Jin and Sooyoung were still at work. Instinctly you grab the nearest thing to throw at the intrudor. With careful steps you walk around the kitchen island, ready to attack whoever got into this house. You didn't take those kick-boxing lessons for nothing back in middle school.

That's when you see a tall figure, half naked and wet appear infront of you. Before you realize it, you scream, and so does the counterpart while you throw the bell pepper that was in your hand on his head. 

"Jungkook?!!" Your arms sink and you stop screaming when you recognize the face you threw the bell pepper at. He also puts down his defensive arms and his eyes widen when he sees who threw the bell pepper at him.

"Y/n?" He says just as shocked as you are.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing?" He says gesturing between you and the food on the kitchen island, while redoing the loose towel that hangs around his hips. You can't help but stare for a few seconds before you get back to your senses.

"No, I mean what are you doing here??" You point around you. "In New York." You add and look at him confused. "Aren't you supposed to be in Seoul right now?" You cock your head.

"Yeah I missed you too." He snorts and leans against the couch. You sigh at what he said, not really sure how to feel or handle this situation right now. You turn on your heels to walk back to the kitchen island.

"When did you come back?" You ask carefully.

"Like..." He turns to look at the clock on the wall. "...two hours ago." He says and steps a little closer to the opposite side of the kitchen counter.

"Why?" Your voice now barely audible, with the noise from the rustling bags being louder than you.

"No specific reason. Just thought I should finish my studies back in NYC." He shrugs and you narrow your eyes in suspense and look him up and down. You can't see futher below his v-line, and your eyes widen a little. For a second you totally forgot that this man was only covered with a towel around his hips. His confident stance wasn't helping you either. Cocky ass.

"Woah atleast buy me dinner first." He scoffs and acts all embarrassed and shy as he tries to act like he is covering his body with his hands. You snap out of the little trance you were in and look at him with an annoyed expression.