"it's called a refrigerator, love."
she watched him fondly as he scurried from one room to the other, eyes wide and expressive and beautiful.
his smile grew when he encountered her cat, a small white little thing with eyes so blue they resembled the waves of his homeland. he cooed at it, kneeling down to pet it gently. and it was such a sight, she thought, to see such large hands being so careful with such a tiny creature.
it was the first day since they had flown back from the maldives to her home in the heart of seoul, an apartment given to her by her parents the day she turned twenty one.
her parents had been thrilled, albeit a bit confused when they had met jungkook the first time. it was awkward for a while, but their uncertainty turned into adoration soon enough. he had charmed them just like he had charmed his lover.
with her money, it didn't take much to create him some fake papers and id's, his parents supposedly dying in a plane crash when he was two.
some days, she asks him about his past life, and the stories he tells are always sweet and melancholy, mesmerizing and beautiful.
his father was the king of the ocean- a large man, with a tail the color of sunsets. he had hair black as the night sky and a smile that made his eyes crinkle up at the corners and dimples appear on his cheeks.
but jungkook had many older brothers, and was often pushed to the side.
there was always someone more athletic, smarter, or creative, and although he received a fair amount of his father's love, he always felt insufficient next to his siblings.
his mother was a beautiful woman with a face that shone like the moon and hair that swirled around her like smoke when she swam. she was killed in a shark attack when he was young, leaving the kingdom in grief.
jungkook always sleeps soundly.
his chest will move up and down steadily, never missing a beat save for when he sniffles, which she always found rather cute than annoying.
when she lies next to him, her thoughts keeping her awake, she will stare at his ribs. count the breaths he takes. one. two. one. two.
eventually she will succumb to sleep and wake up in the morning to fluttering curtains and a soft, sleepy boy tucking his face into her neck.
it doesn't take him long to adjust to his new life, navigating around the high tech house with more ease. sometimes he still stumbles over basic things, like how to heat up water in the electric kettle to make tea, or which way to turn the shower knob for hot and cold water. she hasn't let him even step near the stove, too afraid that his clumsiness could injure him.
but she decides that as a gala is coming up for her birthday, he should be her date.
her parents always arrange it during the winter months simply to have an excuse to have a party, and to make the business people that come feel like they are close, being invited to their daughter's party.
she decides one rainy day as jungkook is swathed in an enormous sweater that she loves winter, if he continues looking that soft and sweet.
but the party is tonight, a formal event, and she is contemplating how she is going to wrestle him into his suit.
"i don't like tight clothing," he grumbles, pouting at the set she hands him.
"i know baby, but it's just for tonight. you just have to look handsome- handsomer than usual-" he grins toothily- "for the people that are coming. mum and daddy want you to make a good impression."
