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13. Cute bartender

Jimin 

I thought it would be difficult living with Jungkook when he was so hell-bent on not having a conversation, but it was tougher when he was being a sweetheart. Before I woke up, he had finished the shopping and by the time I came out of the shower, he had the whole place cleaned and I couldn't even recognize that it was my own house. 

He moved stuff or rearranged a little bit, and I liked the new arrangement. The kitchen counters were squeaky clean while the breakfast was cooking at the stovetop. The living room was shining, my books and all the collection had been dusted, and my bed was made. 

The closet had also been tidied up I realized as I made my way in and suddenly jumped when my eyes collided with his. He was standing in front of my wardrobe with his hands on his waist. "You startled me." I huffed, wrapping the shirt around my body again.  

"Didn't mean to," he gainsaid, clear amusement in his tone as he crossed his arms and his eyes moved from my neck to the lines of my body, all the way down. Clearing my throat, I pushed him aside and opened the wooden door to choose the clothes. "Planning to go somewhere?" He asked. 

"Yeah, it's a little better today, so I'll be going to the university. I have some work at the lab too, so I might as well utilize good weather."

He stood there, listening to me silently.

Once I put together an outfit, I turned to him. He looked like he was in deep thought. "I need to change." 

"Then change." He leaned against the wall as if I was going to put on a show for him. 

"Jungkook!" I chuckled, my voice raising in a warning. 

"Fine," raising his hands in surrender, he walked out and I closed the door behind him, locking it and checking it at least three times that it was closed properly. 

What a flirt!

This was really going to make it hard for me. But I was still thankful for his company. I slept without a nightmare after months last night. I felt safe in his presence, and I was thankful to him for that. Maybe I'd surprise him too as he did me with flowers. 

Wearing my blue denim shirt and black pants, I grabbed my shoes on the way out and sat down on the bed. "Eat first," his voice was coming from the back end of the room where the open-floor kitchen was situated. 

Before I could turn to look, he disappeared into the kitchen. I set my shoes by the door and he returned with a big tray. "You don't have to do all this, Jungkook," I walked beside him to the dining table. 

"Do what?" He asked, setting the tray down and then taking a chair. I sat on the other side of the table, looking at the English breakfast buffet. 

"All of this. You aren't my maid. I can cook myself." I reached my hand to put food on my plate despite complaining. 

He was smiling. "It's okay. I love cooking and I am good at it. I don't mind it. I am sure you can do the dishes because I fucking hate that shit."

I smiled, loving the taste after one bite, feeling the male power in my body after months. There was just something about waking up not exhausted. My physical and emotional strength made me believe that I was capable of everything, that the times I wanted to give up on so many small things for was for no rational reason, that I could see through everything, and all because of Jungkook.

I wasn't going to tell him that because even admitting it to myself seemed like it was unbelievable...like I was threading a fantasy in my head, and I didn't want to come out of it looking and feeling like I was crazy in case it disappeared. "What are you going to do?" I asked, now cutting the sausage into two pieces to bite a chunk.