Colour | Jungkook √

fourteen

YOONRA

" I thought you're in danger?" I questioned.

Jungkook was ignoring me and remain seated on the couch. Somehow he felt my death glare and slowly turning his head and took a glance at me.

"Um...Yoonra let's watch the TV shows shall we?" He tried avoided my question and yet he was doing it obviously.

"You called me through the phone and asked me to come and rescue you but right now, you're sitting here peacefully and nothing is happening."

He called me just now and said that he was in trouble. Well, I have mercy unlike him so I went to his house. I was expecting him to be really got into trouble and needs my help, but everything was fake and it was a lie.

"I'm really in trouble...." he said, still with that innocent face on.

"Enough. I'm not gonna continue your own drama nor gonna deal with your shits," I said before turning back and decided to leave.

He stood up, approached me and grabbed my arm, stopping me from going. "Don't go. Stay here."

It sounded like drama scenes, when the male lead doesn't want the female lead to go, because.....he likes her.

"You lied and made me came to your house for nothing? Excuse me I have my own time--"

"Please make a lunch for me, please..." he begged.

I got startled by his words and my eyes widen, "what? Your maids can help you, they are hired for a reason."

"They suck at cooking...."

"I'm suck at it too," I said, finding excuse, "shouldn't you be the one who cook for me? Since I paid for the buffet last time."

Speaking of which, it really brought up memories though.

"I don't know how to cook......" he paused, " or you teach me?"

I hesitated for awhile and replied, "yeah, BUT this is the first time and yet the last time I deal with your shits. Only this time, I will never ever help you next time."

His eyes brighten and enthusiastically, he dragged me to his kitchen. The maids were seemed to be vanished as I couldn't see anyone around except Jungkook and I.

He stood beside me silently, waiting for me to start. I opened the refrigerator and saw tons of ingredients being filled in it. I took the frozen chicken, vegetables and some other ingredients.

"So for this, you have to defrost the chicken before you can do the next step," I showed him the chicken.

He nodded and gestured me to continue.

I took out the eggs and began to make omelet. Jungkook still standing beside me, his eyes locked on what I was doing, as if he was really intended to learn.

".....and then it's done," I said while scooping the omelet onto a plain white plate.

I washed the lettuces, carrots, cherry tomatoes for salad. I then taught him to cut them nicely and arranged it on plate.

After washing my hands, I turned and found him pouring the black liquid to the salad.

"JUNGKOOK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING---" I rushed over and snatched the bottle away.

I shot him death glare and said, "do you know this is soya sauce?"

"Whaa-t? I thought it was the black sesame dressing...." he smiled sheepishly.

"Indeed a dumbass," I sighed,"and now we have to redo the whole salad again."

--

After the incident, we made the salad again but this time, Jungkook did most of the job since he made such foolish mistake.

The fried chickens, omelet, steamed broccolies and salad were sitting on the table, looking at the ceiling. Jungkook and I had made our way and sat down.

Jungkook sent me eye signals and it said 'can i eat?' . I exhaled as everything's finally done, even the kitchen utensils were cleaned. I nodded as a reply for him.

"Oh my god. This is so good..." he said as he chewed the food.

"Of course, I did it--"

"No. I mean the fried chicken..." he pointed the fried chicken while his cheeks were stuffed.

"I did most of the job. You're just putting the chicken into the oil, ONLY THAT and you'd already screamed like hell," I rolled my eyes.

"It was because you're too rough when putting the chicken so I helped you. You even splashed the droplets of oil on me," he said giving a proud face.

I was about to take my revenge but the doorbell was rang.

"Not me, my hands are oily," he shrugged while showing his greasy hands.

I sighed and rushed to opened the door as the person rang the doorbell again. I pulled the handle and revealed the person.

"Jung---"

Both of us seemed to be startled of the presence of each other.

"Yoonra? Why are you here?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows slightly.

"Eunji...? That was unexpected ..." I chuckled.

I let her entered the house as Jungkook extended his head to see what's happening.

He gulped and said, "oh! Eunji? Come over there's so much food today!"

"Oh? Don't tell me.....Yoonra made it?" Eunji turned her head towards me.

I nodded but Jungkook cut in, " no, I made them too."

"Ignore him. He is just putting the fried chicken into the oil so forget about it," I facepalmed.

I realised when it comes to food, Jungkook acts like a kid and he is like totally different from his personality.

Three of us finally sat together and ate. We never leave the word 'delicious' while eating. Eunji also said that she wanted to learn omelet from me.

"Argh shit---" Jungkook suddenly groaned.

"What?" Eunji and I said.

"I-I...need to shit..." he cupped his stomach.

Both of us burst out of laugh and I almost choked on his words. Jungkook didn't care to bother us and left the table to the toilet.

"By the way, why did you came here?" I hammered the wall of silence.

"Oh, Jungkook texted me saying that there's food here and he wants me to eat them," she said while grinning, "what about you?"

"Oh...that jerk just called me for stupid reason just to get myself cook for him," I rolled my eyes, again.

She chuckled, "oh really? He is being himself lol."

"Why did you gave him my phone number? Do you know how annoying he is--" I trailed off when she stopped me.

"What?" She shook her head, " I didn't gave him your number intentionally."

"W-What...?" I gave a confused look.

"He begged me for your number."