Jade's POV…
It's been a whole hour since I opened my eyes, yet here I am, still indulging in the blissful laziness of my cozy sanctuary. The weight of my plush pink comforter and the cloud-like softness of my mattress have conspired to keep me captive in this haven of slumber. Each time I summon the willpower to rise, a gentle, refreshing breeze sneaks in through my partially open window, compelling me to burrow deeper beneath the warmth of my covers, much like a groundhog evading its own shadow.
"Hmm... time to get up," I mumble, attempting to convince myself not to stay in bed any longer. This peculiar phenomenon seems to occur every time I find myself in my childhood bedroom at my parents' house. I can't quite fathom what it is about this place that lulls me into a deeper sleep and tempts me to stay in bed. I wonder if others experience this peculiar phenomenon or if it is solely my own predicament.
With a sudden burst of energy, I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and perch myself on its side, my heart dancing at the thought of Mom’s culinary magic in the kitchen, conjuring up a delightful breakfast for the entire household. From my overnight bag, I retrieve an ensemble that promises both ease and comfort: a Namjoon crop top hoodie in a soothing shade of light blue, a pair of black skinny jeans adorned with artful rips. Completing the outfit, I select a white panty and bra set.
After indulging in a warm and invigorating shower, I pamper my face with a gentle cleanse, diligently brush my teeth, and meticulously comb my hair into a sleek ponytail. To add a touch of allure to my morning aura, I delicately dab a few drops of my Let's Eat peach fragrance perfume onto my neck and wrists, allowing its sweet, aromatic scent to envelop me. With a spritz of the fragrance into the air, I walk beneath the fragrant mist, letting it soak into my clothes and hair.
Once I finish getting dressed and lightly applying makeup to my face, I exit the room and begin to make my way downstairs to the kitchen to help Mom out. The two of us cooking together has always held a special place in my heart. The joy of cooking together not only allowed us to engage in heartfelt conversations but also served as a means to reconnect and stay updated on the latest happenings in our lives. Now that I’ve ventured out on my own, these moments in the kitchen have become even more precious, providing a valuable opportunity for us to stay close.
"Good morning, sweetie," Mom's voice echoes through the kitchen as she stands with her back to me, tending to a bubbling silver pot.
"Morning," I reply, returning her greeting. "Do you need any help?"
"Hmm, let me think," she ponders for a few seconds. "I'm almost finished with breakfast. How about you whip up a pitcher of your famous fruit punch?"
"Sure thing," I agree, making my way to the sink and retrieving the oversized, vibrant red pitcher from the dish rack.
As I begin preparing the refreshing concoction, Mom's voice takes a more serious tone. "Is everything alright between you and Jungkook?" she inquires, simultaneously removing a pan of perfectly golden biscuits from the oven and setting them on a cooling rack.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" I respond, carefully pouring four cups of cranberry raspberry juice into the pitcher.
"Because I noticed you leaving his room last night, looking visibly upset," Mom explains, her voice filled with concern.
"We're okay, Mom," I assure her, adding two cups of pineapple juice and half a can of frozen lemonade to the mixture. "He simply didn't want to watch a movie with me last night." I partially lie.
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Playing With Fire
Fanfiction"I'll go into the kitchen to grab a few more glasses and snacks..." I started to say, but Jade linked her arm with mine and blurted out, "I'm coming with you." Turning to face her as soon as we were in the kitchen, I asked, "What's wrong? What have...
