The Escort S2

Part 41: My war worn heart

Jungkook's POV

Two weeks later

I walk into the kitchen and find my fiancé frantically searching the cabinets.

"Morning, babe," I say as I walk over. "You look beautiful, my love."

"Uh hum," he mumbles not stopping to look at me. "Kookie, I can't find my cheese thingies. They were right here in this cabinet." His voice is peppered with annoyance.

"Tae, did you put them in the pantry?" I ask in a helpful voice.

"No, Kookie. You know I keep a very organized kitchen and pantry." He scolds as if I should know better.

"Well, maybe you ate them all," I add.

"Kookie, I had two unopened boxes and ½ a bag left. Did you eat them?" His annoyance rises and edges on anger. I know when to step back on these rare occasions. Apparently, Tae believes there has been a crime. Someone has lifted his beloved cheese thingies. I clear my throat to contain the laugh that inches up from my lungs.

"No, those are your snacks and sacred to you." He continues to buzz around unfocused on me.

"They're my comfort food and I'm just wound up and could use some now. My goodness, I don't like this."

"Tae, I'm sure they will turn up," I assure. I'd help him search but I think that would annoy him further.

"This day is starting off bad. Someone must have moved them, damn it. I've got to get dressed and will search later." He huffs and starts to walk away.

"Uh, babe, can I get a hot breakfast? Not much. Just some of your specialty waffles, sausage, fresh cut strawberries and hand squeezed orange juice, no pulp please." He stops and now focuses on me, placing one hand on his hips and huffs out a scoff. If I read his body language and facial expression correctly, I might not be getting my breakfast.

"Kookie, are you fucking kidding me?!" What the hell did I do? "Didn't I tell you I have to get ready? There's frozen waffles you can toast, frozen strawberries, and ready-made sausages. I don't know if you've heard of it, but there's this new invention called a microwave. It right there," he points. Okay, he's funny, yet condescending.

"You're kidding, right? That fake artificial food sucks, and I wouldn't be caught dead eating a toaster waffle. Oh, hell no to that rubbery microwave sausage."

He gives me an eye roll. "Well, I guess you won't be eating breakfast. You are not helpless." He flips his back to me and leaves the kitchen.

"I'm calling Mrs. Chen!" I shout. "She'll come make me breakfast."

"Kookie, she's away for the month visiting her ill sister."

"I don't care!"

"Don't you dare, Kookie!"

"There will be hell to pay when she finds what you're up to, Tae!" I hear the door to our bedroom shut and wait. After about two minutes, I cuss and grab the box of toaster waffles and sausages from the freezer. As I put the waffles in the toaster, JJ comes into the kitchen.

"Hey JJ, how's it going?"

"Okay, I guess," he says opening the refrigerator and removes a carton of grape juice. He opens it up and drinks from the container.

"Dude, you better not let Tae see you doing that. He's in a rare mood today." He stops, looks around and quickly places it back in the fridge.

"Sorry Kookie, I'm just a bit off this morning," JJ says, taking a seat at the table.