Still With You | JK ff

Chapter 25 - One True 7!

A waft of smoke hit your face as you entered the door - a dense, humid, white cloud, rich with the aroma of burning meat. And along came a muddle of noises – clattering of pots and pans, jazz music playing loudly, and grown men yelling.

"Welcome to the usual madness," Jungkook snickered, as he ushered you down the entryway.

"Yahhhh, I told you to keep an eye on the pan," a godly gorgeous Seokjin scolded Jimin, "now look, all the veggies are burnt!" His beauty felt out of place in the kitchen, such a waste of the visuals that belonged nowhere except between gold and velvet. Yet, the way his tall and broad frame moved around in the space effortlessly, tossing one pan before stirring another pot, all the while swaying to the music playing in the living room, he looked like the king of the kitchen.

"It's not so bad, Hoba likes them burnt, he can scrape off the bottom," Jimin giggled, attempting to peek over Jin's shoulder before giving up and ducking under his arm instead, his platinum locks curling around his face delicately.

"That's it, get out of my kitchen," Jin pushed him around the counter playfully, "go bother Yoongi outside."

Out in the living room, across from the kitchen, Taehyung and Hoseok sat sprawled on the couch playing on the ps5, their eyes glued to the large TV and their thumbs moving at lightning speed on the controllers.

"Duuuude, no no no," Hobi exclaimed, his character dodging Tae's oncoming fire, but getting struck down eventually. "It's all that gaming with Jungkook during the night, you've gotten surprisingly good!"

"More like I taught Jungkook some tricks," Taehyung scoffed, wiggling his eyebrows at Hobi.

"Who's teaching whom now, Taehyungshi?" Jungkook cleared his throat, to make his presence known.

"Oh, Kookie's here!" Hoseok threw his controller on the rug and leaped off the couch. "Guys, Jungkookie is here!" He yelled louder for everyone's benefit.

"Oh nothing much, I was just talking about that trick I taught you where you die as soon as you spawn, remember?" Taehyung winked at Jungkook, with a mischievous grin.

"Guys, this is Y/N," Jungkook presented you to the gathering group with a flourish of his hands.

"Y/N, it's so nice to meet you at last!" Hobi stepped forward and embraced you warmly. "I've been after Jungkook for so long to bring you over."

"Y/N!" Jimin ran towards you from the kitchen and launched himself at you for a hug, his chin resting perfectly on your shoulder, his laugh a melodious ring in your ear.

"It's so nice to finally meet you Hoseok-shi, Jimin-shi," you bowed towards them.

"Oh, stop being so formal Y/N, they might be older than you but mentally they're still twelve-year-old boys," Jin came strutting from the kitchen as he untied the apron around his waist. "I'm Jin," he offered you his hand with a suave grin on his face, "Mr. Worldwide-," he began to add.

"Handsome," you finished his sentence for him.

"Oh, so you do know me," he fluttered his fingers around his face theatrically.

"Of course, I do, although you are way more handsome in person," you giggled, turning your eyes to your feet as you tucked strands of your hair behind your ear.

"That's it, she's a keeper!" Jin announced, wrapping his arm around your shoulder with a hearty chuckle.

"NAMJOON HYUNG," Jungkook yelled at the top of his lungs, before clearing his throat and pulling you away from Jin.

Namjoon and Yoongi came rushing in through the double doors that opened into a large balcony just off the living room. Locks of dark hair peeked out from under Yoongi's red bandana, crowding near his eyes drenched in sweat. He remained near the door with a cordial smile and nod towards you, tucking a pair of tongs in the pocket of his navy-blue pinstripe apron, as Namjoon rushed past him towards you.

"Oh, Y/N is here," Namjoon approached you and offered his hand for a shake before realizing that he had a book, a pair of reading glasses and a cup of coffee in his hands. He shuffled the things around in his hands to somehow free one hand, eventually ending up dropping the glasses and spilling some of the coffee on his book.