The Art of Revenge

Chapter 5

It didn't take long to find Jungkook. The moment you left his room, you followed the rustling you could hear coming from the main area, until you spotted him working around the kitchen countertop amidst a sea of fry pans, plastic, food, and countertop appliances.

"Hey," he greeted you when he saw you.

"Hey," you smiled faintly as you rounded the island and took a seat in the stool across from him. You hadn't intended to dodge his gaze - although you were feeling a little"morning after" shyness. He just had so much stuff strewn across the counters, and your eyes were busy trying to connect the dots between it all. It looked like he had a dehydrator running, some beef cooking in the skillet in front of him, and a vast collection of plastic bags next to what appeared to be a sealer. "You, um, going camping or something?" you asked when you thought you had your finger on the pulse of what was happening.

"Kind of, I guess," he nodded, as he reduced the heat on the stove and moved to rinse his hands. "We start touring in a few weeks, and it's cheaper and easier to eat like this. We don't sleep in a lot of hotels."

"Oh yeah?" you finally looked up at him, once he began to move around the counter and towards you. His hands were occupied with the kitchen towel he was drying them in, but he leaned down to catch your lips with his, offering a chaste "good morning" kiss that made your heart palpitate. You pursed your lips when he stood back up, but it wasn't a strong enough gesture to hide how badly you wanted to smile.

"Nah," he returned to his side of the kitchen and opened up the fridge, pulling out a carton of orange juice and setting it in front of you. "We used to actually sleep in tents and hammocks, but we started splurging last year - we have a whole bus with beds and shit."

"Ooo, " you mused. "You're going all 70s rock 'n roll. How many groupies can you fit on that thing?"

He didn't give an answer, just a crooked smirk and wink. You chuckled quietly, but at the same time, your insides soured at the idea of Jungkook fucking his way through a bus load of beautiful women who waited for him backstage. You were a touch jealous. Jealous that you weren't the one who had a line up of hot, stringless sex for the summer, but also a bit jealous that other women were going to get a piece of what you had last night. The fates were cruel... you came up here to use Jungkook to make Stephanie jealous, and now you were going to end up the jealous one.

The smells of all the cooking and dehydrating wafting up around you were intensifying. You felt your stomach turn and your mouth begin to water as your body demanded to be fed. You poured yourself some orange juice the moment Jungkook slid a glass in front of you, but when you were halfway through shot-gunning it like a beer, your stomach growled out another protest - one that Jungkook heard.

"I take it you're hungry?" he laughed.

"I think I might be," you feigned embarrassment.

"Well... despite what it looks like," he eyed the mounting bags of dehydrated camping meals, "I don't actually have a lot in the house. I was gonna go get groceries before you got here, but... you showed up a lil early."

You crinkled your nose, now actually a touch embarrassed as you remembered how hasty and irrational you had acted these past couple days. "Sorry about that."

"Y/N," his expression formed into one of exhausted amusement as he shook his head. "Please stop saying you're sorry. It's no big deal - and I invited you here. We'll go into town, get brunch, and go to the store on the way back."

"No, no," you put your hands up to swat the idea away. "Don't worry about me. I should get on the road now anyways. I'll just go to a drive-thru and grab something myself."