The Project // Jikook

Chapter Four

Underlined words = spoken in korean

[The Morning After]

Jungkook

My head throbbed as I woke up, remembering the events of yesterday. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and groaned.

Ah, fuck me in the asshole it's bright. What time is it? 

I sat up in bed and turned my head slightly so I could face the clock. ' 8:30 ' it read in a bright red. 

I stretched, my back making a satisfying couple of cracks as the soreness left it. I rubbed my eyes again, and took them away, alarmed by the unfamiliar feeling of the bandage on my hand. 

The smell of food in the air made me stand, heading into the kitchen. My eyes widened at the site of all the food. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, and what could only be hashbrowns. I was shocked, honestly. When my parents used to make breakfast, it was only traditional Korean food. 

However, my eye then caught something else. Jimin's door was open and you could hear the shower running. 

Stepping closer, I looked into his room, hoping to find what I was looking for. Surely enough, I was pleased to see my box of razors sitting invitingly on his bed. Without thinking, I ran into the room and went to snatch them. 

Just before I could, however, Jimin tackled me from behind and I landed harshly on the floor. I groaned, knowing this must have been his plan.

"You're not getting those," He simply stated, his legs wrapped around my waist as I laid face-down on the floor. 

I mean I said fuck me in the asshole but this is not what I meant.

"I thought you were in the shower!" I shrieked, trying to turn around and face him. 

"Yeah, no. I set this up to see how much I would have to condition you," He removed himself from my back and stood up slowly. I moaned happily at the feeling of no weight, and quickly stood as well. 

"Condition me?"

"Into never, ever, ever, cutting yourself again," Jimin walked over to the bed and grabbed the box swiftly. He opened the lid to taunt me, "It's empty anyway, idiot."

"Yeah... That's- That's not gonna happen. I'll always find a way," I stood up and dusted myself off as I walked back to the kitchen. I sat down at the table to eat the very American breakfast.

"I wasn't sure if you liked American food, I always see you eating Korean dishes, but, I thought I would give it a try," Jimin said as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. He took the seat next to me and began eating. 

I wasn't sure of the food at first, but when I tried it, it was delicious. Like, better than what my ass felt like on the bed. 

"How- How did you make this?" I questioned, amazed by his skills. 

"Stupid, we live in America. I eat this all the time," Jimin chuckled. He stopped suddenly and looked at me. "Wait. Have you never had pancakes?!"

I shook my head no, face red from the embarassing confession, "I guess I just never really got around to it? My parents are very traditional."

"Heol! So then, you must speak Korean, right?" He asks, his dialect was the exact same as mine.

"Yeah, your family must be from Busan. I recognize the Satoori," I chuckled at him. He nods along with me and continues to talk to me. I space out a little, lost in my own thoughts.