Colour | Jungkook √

four

YOONRA

"What's your name?" He asked while the brownish pupils landed on me.

My cheeks was burning when he looked at me like this. I couldn't control myself.

"Cha Y-Yoonra..." Gosh, Yoonra why were you stuttering.

"Straight to the point. How did you came into my room and, why are you in my house. Did you just barge in?" He asked.

"No. I'm your sort of psychologist I guess? I was hired by your mother, Mrs Jeon, to give you advices and help open up yourself. I'm sorry I was looking for you and I went into your room without your permission," I said while rubbing my hands together.

"Oh? Her pet, hmph," he chuckled evily.

What does he mean by 'pet'. I don't understand a thing! All I knew was I got hired by Mrs Jeon, came to this house, entered his room and supposed to wake him up but...yeah he was already awake.

"What? Pet?"

"How much did she gave you to spy on me? What's your relationship with her, huh?"

Still, he didn't answered the questions in my mind. Without giving up, I tried again.

"No, uh--no, I'm not a spy as you think of. I'm just hired to be your counsellor and that's it, nothing else..."

"Shut up. Please stop acting. You are a talented spy that trained well. You could have fool others but never fool me."

I could sense a bit of annoyance in his voice. What's wrong with this person? He's way more troublesome than I expected. I bet he's not just a simple guy who needs me.

"Tell her about this, don't try to control me with her stupid people. I have my way to live." He stood up and left the room.

--

"Oh gosh....Miss Cha why are you still here?"

A maid of this house found myself standing blankly in his room and quickly dragged my arm, leaving the room without closing the door.

"Miss Cha you're supposed to eat breakfast with young master," the maid said while slow-jogging to downstairs.

"Young master? You mean Jungkook? But I've already ate my breakfast," I stated.

"It's okay. Eat some later. You aren't going to stare at young master while he's eating, right?" The maid was very worried about this.

Just eat with a guy only, right? And, the food at here would be as good as hired chef's food, right?

"C-Calm down...I will eat with him," I said, starting to imagine the delicious food.

I was brought to the dining table. Western breakfast like fried eggs, breads and sausages were placed on the table. The little hot air rising from the coffee into my nose. It just smelt so good.

Slowly my eyes sticked to Jungkook, who was eating the breakfast slowly and silently. He looked like he didn't care about anything. I went and sat on a chair beside him.

I grabbed the fork and stabbed it on a sausage and scooped the fried egg to my plate. I got two small pieces of bread and spread them with strawberry jam. While I was busying eating, the maid came and asked me.

"Miss Cha, do you want some coffee? Or tea?"

"Tea please, thanks," I swallowed the last piece in my mouth and spoke.

After she went and got me some hot tea, I simply turned around and found Jungkook staring at me with his what-the-heck face.

"What?" I said furrowing my eyebrows.

"How can a girl eat like you, tch," he said while throwing me that disgusted face.

"Hey. I eat normal okay? Unlike other girls keep pretending to eat nicely in the public." I rolled my eyes then continued to eat the breakfast.

After few minutes, I had already finished it because of my speed of eating. I took a look at Jungkook. WTF he was still eating?! And his plate still left with lots of food.

"Wait...how can you eat that slow? You ain't a girl," I said while pointing at his plate.

"Not slow but, I do eat a lot," he said, still biting slowly.

"If you are going to eat this slow, I'm just going to stuck everything to your mouth!" I could felt he was doing it on purpose. Because as I wished him to be fast, he got slower and slower each time.

"Talk now."

"What?" I asked. This guy was so irritating. Can't he said something more detailed?

"What. You. Wanna. Say. Please. Just. Talk. Now. You. Are. Annoying." Finally he stopped eating, placed all the eating utensils on the table.

"You have autism, right? Or perhaps.... double personality disorder?" I crossed my arms, looking at him seriously.

This made him choked on his own saliva after hearing me. I was getting pissed of him and wanted to kick this guy's ass so badly right now.

"Hey! How's that funny--"

"What? Double personality? Me?" His index finger pointing towards himself while chuckling at my words. "I don't know any autism shits...those kind of stuff and never wish me to know about it. Plus, I'm sorry Miss Psychologist, I cannot understand your language."

Boy you reached my limits.

"I am really sick of---"

"Tell me. Is my mother ask you to spy on me? Is my mother send you to observe my daily life?"

"Yeah. She did. So what?"

[A/N] tbh idk any shit about psychology._.