Lost Stars 〈 Jinkook 〉

Chapter 3

「 Jungkook P.O.V 」

I was awaken by the sound of laughter and aroma of delicious food. I looked around my bedroom and saw Yoongi was gone. Was I the last one to be awaken?

I threw off the blankets and decided to wash up, still hearing the others having fun. After I finished, I entered the kitchen.

And I actually regret it.

Seokjin was being straddled by Jimin and Namjoon.

I felt my brows twitch, my hands curling painfully, and the stab in my heart. Anger was exploding in my system and I knew for sure, anyone could sense it.

"Jungkook?"

I turned and glared at whoever called out to me which was Taehyung. He looked uncertain and nervous about something. He flashed me a forced smile and I scoffed.

"Hyung."

The way I said this seem to have caught their attention. I tried to at least sound normal and sleepy, but I guess it came out bitter and filled with annoyance. They scrambled off on another and gave me an apologetic smile.

"Sorry Kookie, did we wake you? If we did, we're sorry."Jimin apologized.

But I was having none of it as I continuously to glare at them.

If my looks could kill, only two of them would be dead.

"Yah, Jungkook, eat your breakfast and stop glaring at your hyungs like you'll kill them."Seokjin said, trying to placate me. He offered me a faint smile and I couldn't help but feel my anger ease up.

'Exactly, that's the point. I maybe do want my looks to kill them like I do with our fangirls.'I thought, nearly rolling my eyes.

But, it's always his kindness and soft voice and smiles that makes me feel at peace. And makes me heart race at the speed of light.

"Alright, we have practice in thirty minutes. Make sure to grab what you need before we head off!"Namjoon spoke up, alerting us for today's schedule. I quickly ate my breakfast but kept silent, not wanting to start anything.

Unlike some people.

Coughs. Jimin. Coughs. Namjoon.

After I finished, I set the dirty plates in the sink, not bothering to clean it since I wanted to pack some extra clothes and water bottle. I knew we had to perform at a lot of shows this week, so we would be staying later.

"Jungkook, you going to clean your plate?"

I rolled my eyes, luckily, my back was facing the leader. I nodded and hurried off to my room to pack. After finishing, I returned to the kitchen to clean my plates.

Again, another thing I regretted.

Namjoon and Jimin, again, were touching Seokjin body. Their hands were teasingly near the hem of his shirt, ready to touch the warm skin underneath the shirt.

I probably said a curse word too loud because they all stared at me.

"Jungkook, what did you just —"

"Nothing."I answered and went to the sink, beginning to clean my plate. I was scrubbing harshly and knew the plate was probably going to break any second. As I finished, I set them all in the cabinet, probably way too dramatic that they asked me: "Jungkook, what's wrong? Did the plates break?"

"No. Nothing broke. But something will break, which is your face if you don't quit asking me annoying question and keep getting on my nerves."I muttered darkly and disappeared into my room, knowing how the outcome of the dance practice will be and my whole day.

Just filled with aggravation and annoyance.

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Sorry for not updating this one for long time, since October 29th.

This one needed time and stuff. Next chapter should be filled with emotions cause we got an angry Jungkook.

Excuse any mistakes, I'll fix them later.