marry the prince → j.jungkook ◇editing

10 - cadbury

eunsoo pov

i headed to the kitchen to wash the left dishes. as i had done doing the kitchen's chores, i saw grandma was walking out from her room as she throws me a smile.

"my princess, i'll be going now."

"ne!" i shouted like a soldier hearing her commander instructions. i took my handbag as i ran following grandma to the door.

"where are you going?" grandma asked as she halted in her steps.

"em? following you?" now i was lost like a little girl being asked by her mother. i would always follow grandma to the farm when i got nothing to do, i want to help her. i hate to stuck 24 hours inside the house, i got nothing to do but if wang eun-nim popped from the tv i would glue my butt on the sofa but nah, that director doesn't love me, how can they kill my baby wang eun.

"no, no. grandma shook her head many times. not today."

grandma said as she pushed me back inside the house. like i was forced to be leaving in the nursery.

"b-but, wae?" i whined like a little girl while stomping my feet.

"aigoo,, who will take care of that handsome boy?" grandma patted my head. he can take care of himself.

"but i have to take care of grandma too." i whined like a little girl once again but this time i put on a fake sobbing.

"i'll be fine. don't worry. ah, i'm late, i'll be going now, okay. annyeong." grandma pinched my cheek as she looks in a hurry.

"grandma!" grandma turn around to face me, sorry for wasting your times but i need to say this. "take care!"

i made a sad face while she was chuckling by my action and waves at me.

"huh, what am i going to do now?" i lazily walk to the sofa and turn on the tv, watching whatever the channels gonna show me. hope it was an interesting one.

did jungkook was still asleep now?

whatever i'm gonna watch the drama, please let it be my bogummie.

skip

my eyes were getting tired. two hours have passed, all i did was watching the drama. just about i wanted to close my eyes, as it getting heavier and heavier. and suddenly a figure popped into my eyes view making my eyes turn back into its normal shape. i saw jungkook leaning his body into the bedroom's door.

"oh! you're awake." i was just about to buy a ticket to the dreamland.

"yeah." he slowly walking rather than walking he was limping with his hurting leg to sit beside me. "did you feel better now?"

"yeah, a little bit and thanks to you." he utter a smile which looks so sincere.

"me? what did i do? i only remember getting you hurt." i chuckles uncomfortably as the memories of him getting hurt because of me flashed into minds. why would he thank me for? i only give him pain, is he grateful for that?

"cause your porridge is kind of delicious and it gave me so much energy." aha. i laughed awkwardly. what the hell is 'kind of delicious'?

"of course! grandma always said that too. i think i have supernatural power to heal like yixing oppa." i was laughing, feeling so proud even i know he doesn't understand what i'm talking about.