𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫┊ˡⁱˢᵏᵒᵒᵏ

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JUNGKOOK.

"but master—" the maid insisted.

"shh! no buts! i could do this, i'm not a child anymore. see? i'm doing perfectly fine." i cut off her sentence which shut her off and left me alone.

i was shut off as well when i heard an angelic voice from behind.

and looking back was absolutely a wrong thing to do.

she was wearing an oversized shirt, which i realized was actually mine. the hem reached down to her knees that made it look like she was wearing a loose dress.

but damn, i have got to admit, she does look sexy.

"having fun cooking burnt bacons?" i snapped into reality the moment i realized she is now in front of me.

"shit." i cursed as i saw the bacons turning black. i quickly turned off the stove and faked a laugh as if nothing happened.

"uh, good thing the maids have cooked pancakes." i awkwardly said whilst she giggled at my actions.

cute.

i shook my head as i realized my thoughts. i shouldn't think about things like this.

"shall we eat?" i escorted her to the dining room then took our seats.

our dining table is quite big; 10 people could fit here. i really don't know why it's this big when we only have a few in our household. plus, we never even eat altogether at all.

"may i ask you something?" she suddenly asked in the middle of our meal.

"you're basically asking a question right now." i said, and she rolled her eyes at me but kept a smile.

"why did you even try to cook bacons when there's actually a lot of food prepared?" she asked then took a bite of her pancake.

"i don't know. i just felt like cooking this morning." i said as i shrugged.

to be honest, i wanted to try to cook for her, which i have never done to other girls.

because you know, i might get brownie points for this and it'll make my job done easier.

"i will ask you a question as well. why did you wear that shirt? my shirt to be specific." i asked, eyeing the shirt she's wearing.

i asked a maid earlier to give her clothes from my mom's closet since she's the only lady in our house. i mean, yes we do have our maids but she needs to wear nice and decent clothes.

"i don't like your mom's clothes. they're a bit too fit for me so i had to search in your closet for a better one. and i actually find this one very comfortable. sorry." she explained, bowing her head.

"alright then, if that's comfortable then you could wear it for the meantime." i sighed. i mean, she can't wear my clothes forever.

"let's go shopping."

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"pick whatever you want, i'll pay for it." i said.

"no thank you. i know i'm a pauper but i also know my limits. this is too much." she insisted.

we've already come far for this so just pick a dress would you?

but of course, i can't say that to her.

"what can i do? it's my job as your boyfriend." i said and winked at her.

she looked away as her pink, rosy cheeks turned red.

she's... cute.

when the fuck will i stop with these thoughts??

"uh, maybe you could try these on." i said as i grabbed a few dresses from the rack.

"o-okay." she immediately took the dresses and went to the fitting room without looking at me.

once we finished shopping, we decided to go to a restaurant since it's already lunch time and i could already feel my stomach grumbling.

to be honest, she had a hard time choosing clothes even though the dresses looked okay on her.

not just "okay" but more than okay, i mean more okay but...

...fine i'll admit it, the dresses looked pretty good on her, but she told me she wasn't comfortable with those dresses.

i picked another pair of clothes for her, which i actually didn't notice that it revealed her shoulders and skinny legs, so she complained that she didn't want clothes that are too showy.

in the end, she herself chose her clothes and we ended up buying large tees and loose jeans.

i noticed she's a little quiet while we're walking so i held her hand which made her eyes widen like a doll. i smirked at her whilst she turned her head away.

"w-what are you doing?" she asked, still looking away.

"hm? nothing. just doing what a typical boyfriend does." i said, looking straight ahead.

i saw her in my peripheral view; she glanced at me then immediately burried her head down.

well, what can i say? i'm quite experienced with these kind of stuff.

"welcome to mcdonalds, may i please take your order?" the cashier greeted us once we entered the fastfood chain.

"two 1 piece chicken meal, each with large fries and large float." i answered.

"your order will be served in a while, sir, ma'am." she said before leaving us a tray with our order number.

"are we eating here?" the girl in front of me asked as we took our seats.

"why? do you not like it here?" i asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"no, no, i love it here. but are you sure you're okay with eating at fastfood chains? aren't you supposed to be eating at fancy restaurants?" she asked.

i gave a small smile before answering.

"why? am i not allowed to eat here?"

"sorry, i was just curious." she bowed her head again.

i suddenly have thought of something. how silly. i have been with her for 24 hours already yet i still don't know this.

"may i ask what your name is?" i asked, making her look up instantly.

"it's lalisa, but you can call me lisa." she smiled shyly before turning her gaze away.

"i'm jungkook." she looked back at me as i smiled.

"you have a very nice name, lisa."