Nothing But Rude | BTS Jimin

4. Pure fighting

In the kitchen, J-Hope and I were making pancakes for the 6 pabos, plus the two of us. J-Hope was the biggest pabo.

"Add more flour." I directed him, watching him intensely. My plan was to instruct him through the cooking and not help with my own hands.

"This much?" He gestured to a handful of flour.

I nodded, "And that's it. Put some of the batter on the pan."

He did as I said, pouring batter into the bowl.

"You know, Jikyo..." J-Hope went on. "V mentioned to me last night, that it was weird to have you back. What did he mean?"

"It's a long story... I knew those four boys before coming back here." I informed him.

Before he could question any further, Jin entered the kitchen, placing his hand on the bottom of my back, "I can take it from here, Jikyo. Thanks for saving breakfast."

I smiled and nodded, feeling slightly awkward where Jin had touched me. Ignoring the feeling, I walked into the living room, greeting the 5 boys, including Namjoon who had taken a break from the lyrics he had been writing previously.

"Jikyo, where's Suga?" V asked, noticing he wasn't present.

"He's asleep. I guess I kept him up all night." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Jimin scoffed, "God, one night and you're already causing trouble." He glanced at the other boys, "Don't say I didn't warn you when she fucking dies."

I had hoped we moved passed this. I had been hoping Jimin would be nice to me, unlike the way he behaved in high school. I was clearly wrong. This boy was nothing but rude.

"Jimin, what the hell is your problem?" Namjoon, who hadn't been with us for the last three years of tormenting high school, asked.

"I don't like her! Alright, she's wasting air, time, and space! Her heart problem is gonna kill her and I don't want to be here when it does because I don't want that shit on my conscience!" He growled, "Everyone would blame me if she died from a heart attack."

Two things came to mind: He actually knew stuff about my heart condition and didn't just think it was passing out or something. But also, he just didn't want it to be on him if I died, and that was the only thing he cared about when it came to concerning me.

I put those thoughts to the back of my mind and glanced at the floor, slightly awkward in the moment. That small moment only lasted until J-Hope emerged from the kitchen.

"Breakfast is done. Let's go. Someone wake Suga up."

V walked in the direction of Suga's room as the rest of us entered the dining room, seeing the pile of pancakes and syrup bottles set up. I looked at Jin, amazed.

"Whoa, Jin Hyung. This is the most gourmet breakfast you've ever made." Jungkook stared, ecstatic.

We sat down, myself in between Jimin and an empty chair, where I assumed V or Suga would be placed.

Within a few minutes, we had all served ourselves. Just as I had filled my plate, Yoongi and V had returned, Suga sitting beside me.

"Jin Hyung, what's the special occasion?" He must've also been surprised by the large amount of food.

"There is none." He said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

The rest of us continued our meal, digging into the pancakes with different amounts of butter and syrup on them. I had partially hoped to get through the meal without having to explain myself in further details to the boys who hadn't known me before.