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"Hey there, my boy." She chirped as soon as she entered the house, leading Bam to perch at the front door. He must have heard it open, as he always does when he hears the sound of a door opening, and made a dash towards it, perhaps to make sure it was safe to let the person in, or he would compel them to leave immediately. She grinned as she knelt to his level, yet his height was the same as hers when they sat. "How's my Bam doing? Hm." She spoke, touching his head and eliciting sweet sounds from him, as if he was laughing with his language.
As she stopped hearing noises from the kitchen, she asked Bam, "Is Jungkook home?" To which he wiggled his tail, giving out a woff, and dashed towards the kitchen, chewing the very soft white cardigan she was wearing, while she left her shoes haphazardly sitting on the floor, not having time to throw them over the shoe rack.
"Slow down, Bam. I will fall," she says as Bam jerks her , causing her to stumble and prepare to fall, only to be stopped by a strong arm wrapping tenderly around her fragile waist. She turned around to see Jungkook supporting her with one hand while the other held the flat beater as a small drop of batter fell from it to the ground, as her eyes travelled down with the drop, almost choking as she saw him not wearing anything over his upper half.
When he sat her waist free, she settled herself, practically pushing him, and him in addition to putting the beater down the bowl full of batter, of which he would probably make cake or cookies. "I apologise. I had no idea you'd be back so early today." He says this while ruffling his soft hair, which keeps falling over his brow and eyes, sustaining her from looking at those brown starry pupils. "It's fine," she said, her head low, trying to disguise the unneeded blush she was getting from him by not looking up at him.
"Can you please wear something?" she stutters inadvertently, closing her eyes in embarrassment as she speaks to him in her unsteady, confused voice. "Uh. All right," he said casually as he strolled up to his room, as if nothing had occurred, or as if he just pretended nothing had happened, by avoiding her wobbly form and timid eye trying not to gaze at his naked body.
He returns quickly, silently observing the hall and the kitchen, with no evidence of Y/n or bam. "That traitor," he grumbles. Knowing how bam grew fonder of her in a shorter period of time, when it took him months to become his best human. "What exactly are you doing?" He didn't flinch when her head poked up behind him, attempting to peek over his taller body but failing miserably, and then attempted looking from his side and succeeding.
"Pan cakes," he says, not looking at her. "Oh," she murmured, standing by him near the marble counter, while bam sits near the kitchen stairs, not too far away. "Do you want me to help?" She inquires, eliciting a head shake from him. "You can just sit there and wait," he says, to which she shrugs and decides to take the chance to look rather than work.
She attempted pushing herself up by exerting pressure over the counter with her hand, tiptoeing to settle, but endless attempts failed owing to her diminutive body. She resists, still unable to settle her butt over it, and eventually did when she was put up by Jungkook, who took her up by her underarm and placed her over the counter, leaving the smiling face behind. "I think I'm going to need to put stools everywhere, dimwit." He chuckled quietly as he saw her stunned expression. "Or I can say shortly, little one," he perplexed her further, nearly making her whine.
