Right One

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

(A/n: i myself don't even know why this story is getting dragged on more T_T need to end it ASAP! 😭 Hope it's not getting too boring or something like that... •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀)
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A/n pov

Getting up from the chair, Jungkook pushed himself forward to the kitchen, not really being fond of the food placed in front of him, prepared specially by their head chef only for him. Well, pancakes dipped in chocolate, dry fruits, orange juice and banana milk on the side, apparently, wasn't a nice and healthy serving.

Cracking the eggs, preparing it for making omelette, cutting green onion, onion, garlic, bacon, sausage in small pieces, he added them in the egg. He turned on the stove, placing the frying pan on it, waiting for it to get heated.

When the pan was hot enough, he greased oil on the pan then put the eggs in there, waited for it to get cooked a little then added chilli pepper in it with normal salt and black salt, adding coriander leaves on top of it at the end just before flipping it. And soon enough, his omelette was ready, bringing it to the serving plate, he took out tomato ketchup and hot sauce from the cabinets, not forgetting to take strawberry jam with himself, he settled the food items on the table in front of Taehyung, across of him actually.

All while Taehyung stared at him with an already done face and a small, almost unnoticeable smirk on his lips as if he'd already won, as if he knows something that no one else does.

It had turned into his signature smirk nowadays, actually.

“Are you done?” he asked, his voice laced with that same knowing tone, making Jungkook still in his place for a moment before he snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat, muttering a small, “not yet”.

Taehyung shook his head, as if he had been anticipating this all this while.

A few more minutes of waiting and Jungkook sat prettily across him, looking at his plate full of food with a wide grin. He took the strawberry jam, spreading it on the omelette before dipping it in the strawberry shake he'd made just a few minutes ago, and took a bite, chewing it with such grace that'll fool you into thinking he might be the cleanest person to ever exist if you ignore the part where he ate omelette with strawberry jam and shake tho—

Taehyung face palmed himself watching the younger man eat such weird food and groaned inwardly— internally ofcourse.

“So-” Jungkook hesitated.

“Just- trust me on this, okay? I'll explain everything to you, just finish your shit— I meant to say breakfast actually.” to be honest, Taehyung can swear he'd never seen any food more disgusting than what Jungkook is, oh so gracefully, eating right now.

Taehyung tried not to gag and ate his own breakfast, pancakes and strawberry shake. His fav, may I mind you.

As soon as they both finished, Jungkook took the empty plates— his own plate was spotless as if no one had even touched it, jungkook basically kicked the whole plate because of how tasty the omelette was with strawberry jam, then dipped in strawberry shake— and put them in the dishwasher before coming back to the living room, getting comfortable on the couch beside Taehyung.

Taehyung met his eyes for a second before his gaze turned dark and he averted his gaze to the wall in front as he begun speaking.

“You- you were unconscious. When I came back after dealing with that Kris- or tris whatever his name was, i got a call from Kim Corp, and left for there, taking a U turn. It took me whole three hours get my work done, as you weren't there to offer you help as my secretary.” jungkook could hear hus voice wavering, as if he's holding himself back, and it scared him.