𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

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Y/N'S POV-

The tangy scents of red sauce, garlic, onions, and peppers filled the kitchen by the time Jungkook came in around six-thirty in the evening.

"I guess I made the right decision." he said by way of greeting when he glanced over to see that I'd set the dining room table for two for the first time.

"Thank you for letting me see Yoonji." I said, not sure if my tone came out as sharp as it seemed to my own ears.

In what was probably a good move for keeping the peace, Jungkook didn't tell me I was welcome. Instead, he shrugged and shot me a smirk. "She was, ahh- determined."

"Is Jimin still intact after the elevator ride down?" I asked. "He called her 'Sunshine' when he came back to pick her up."

"Can't imagine that went over well." he said, coming up to the kitchen island, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes of his.

"I hope he's good." I said, shaking my head.

"How come yoonji left without making a fuss?" Jungkook asked, coming around the island to grab a cup of coffee while I fiddled with the spoon.

"I don't think there was, you know, an option."

"How was your day? Did you enjoy?" Jungkook asked, leaning against the counter, watching me as I went to the stove to stir the pasta.

"Yeah. I mean, why wouldn't I? I met my sister after a longtime and talk--"

"Talked to your brother too?" Jungkook supplied, making my brows pinch.

"How-- How did you know?"

"I may not be around you all the time. But, my eyes are always on you, Love."

"How?" I asked.

"I can't say that." he added, eyes bright.

"Do you ever think of me?"

"I never learned how to stop."

I swear my heart started beating fast and i was controlling my urge to blush in front of him. wouldn't be suprished if my cheeks are crimson red in colour by now.

shit.

It was too late. I was in love.

I'm in love with him.

"Are you here to scold me for speaking to him?" I asked trying to ignore what he said earlier.

"It's not something I'm known for, No." he said shaking his head.

"I never did that, Love." he said, looking at me.

"Will I be able to see yoonji again?" I asked, glancing over at him, not realizing how close he was as I stirred the food.

That strange, heated sensation spreading through my system, it had to be from the steaming pots.

"That depends." he said, voice low, smooth.

"On?" I asked.

Why the hell did I sound so breathless?

"Did she lend you some sort of device to kill me with?" he asked, lips twitching.

"Don't be silly." I said, reaching for the giant knife I'd been using to cut up the vegetables and making a show of wiping off the side with my fingertip. "I'm sure if I wanted a weapon to use against you, I wouldn't need any help finding it."