(BTS FF) Ending Green

thirty-two*¨༺ ༻¨* unraveling words

Riya's POV

I stumble into the kitchen, gripping Jungkook's hand tightly as I do.

I'm barely awake, but when I peeked my eyes open this morning and saw that he was awake, I insisted that I was too.

He asked if I wanted to go with him, and although I wasn't completely sure where we were going, I knew that I wanted to go with him.

Now that I'm aware it's the breakfast table, I'm frowning in my sleepy haze.

My stomach withholds a dull ache, nowhere near as painful as last night, but food is the last thing on my mind.

Struggling to keep my balance, I wobble closer to Jungkook for support.

"Good morning, Zombie Riya!" Taehyung calls through a mouthful of waffles.

I blink blearily, and once my eyes focus, I glare at him.

"Ooooh," he taunts. "I made Zombie Riya mad."

From near the skillet, Jin asks, "How does your stomach feel, Riya?"

"Yeah," Taehyung teases. "Is our baby okay?"

I scowl. "I'm not your baby."

"Yeah, you are," he coos. "Our little baby. Does she feel better? Does her tummy feel all better?"

"I'm going to hit him," I mutter, resting the side of my head on Jungkook's arm.

I relax when I feel he passes a hand through my hair.

"I'll take care of it," he tells me, a smile in his voice.

I nuzzle against him. "You're going to beat him up for me?"

He tucks his fingers under my chin, lifting my face to his. He arches a brow playfully. "This early in the morning?"

I nod. "He's being mean."

He chuckles. "All right, Riya. I'll take him outside after breakfast."

"Ridiculous," Taehyung scolds. "Jin, do you see what I have to deal with from our baby zombie?"

"I'm not a baby, and I'm not a zombie," I protest as I fight against a yawn. "Where's Yoongi? He'll tell you to stop."

"He's not here," Taehyung taunts. "He went to the studio with Jimin and Hoseok."

I huff. "Well, I don't care. Jungkook's still going to beat you up."

Jungkook hums as he guides me to a chair. "That's right."

I grin while Taehyung shoves his fork my way.

"Watch your back." He gives me a look. "I'm going to attack when you least expect it."

I raise my fists. "Try me."

He rolls his eyes. "You're not exactly intimidating when you can barely keep your eyes open."

I rub them wearily. "Yeah, blame your lack of attack on that, but you're just—" Yawn. "A coward."

"Whatever you say, Riya." He shrugs as he gets to his feet. "Jin, do we have more syrup?

I look over at where Jungkook is opening the fridge. He pulls out the syrup and holds it out to Taehyung while Jin says, "Uh-huh. Right there in your sworn enemy's grasp."

Taehyung sits back down. "I didn't want syrup anyway."

I grin. "Whatever you say, Taehyung."

He shoots me a look, only furthering my amusement.