Counting Stars By The Cliff ||Completed Story||

Chapter 6

{Let's just say it like this, BTS is a guest

Luna Yuu

"You heard that we are going to be a guest on some show?" Jin spoke as I watched him make breakfast, "Mhmm, where are we going now then?" He looks back at me and put the dishes in a plate, "Canada, I think.." I gulped, Canada? Series of memories came into my mind as he said the place, but the talk with PDnim made me smiled.

"Youre smilling." Jin noticed while I glanced at him.

"I am..why? Is something the matter?" He grabbed a towel and settled down infront of me, "Can I stare at your eyes again?" Everyone was still asleep and only Jin and I were awake at 5, I nodded at him, so he did.

I'm thinking, "At the interview, what did you see? Be honest.." I whispered, Jin blinked a few times, before breathing in. "Emptiness." A sad smile formed in my lips, so I was really lost that time, huh? What did I even mold into? Czimone will scold me, he may shout at me and puff his cheeks if he knew.

"Now?"

Jin let out a sigh with a smile, "Satisfaction."

"I am, I really am satisfied."

"That's good to hear," He flicked my forehead before leaving. I blinked a couple of times, why eomma....you traitor. After a few minutes, Jin came back, with a chocolate syrup on his hand, "here, for the pancake," I thanked him. "Thish sho good~"

"That's good to hear, I dont normally cook American food,"

"But itsh shoe good~"

"Neh neh, swallow first." I nodded and ate it all. Yes. I ate all five of them. "W...waa.." he sweatdropped, I stopped, "What?" I chewed, minding nothing whether if chocolates are spilled around my lips. He shook his head and laughed silently, "You got that from me," he said, I puffed my cheeks, "Aniyo. I have originality." I smirked.

"No, you got your traits of being a food lover from me."

"Aniyo."

"Neh."

"Aniyo."

"Neh."

"Aniyo."

"Aniyo."

"Neh-- yah!" He rolled his eyes at me, "Respect me!"I giggled and glanced at him, "Mianhae," we heard a door open and Namjoon came in the kitchen. "Waahh..where's mine?" Jin stared at him, "Cook for yourself." I watched them argue with each other. "I thought I was a father in this family?" Namjoon scratched his head, whining like a kid. "But why do you whine like a 7 year old?!" Jin laughed, causing Namjoon to frown at him.

"Haha." Namjoon fakes his laugh. Jin smiled at him, "what kind of a wife are you.." Namjoon whispered under his breath, going back to his room. "I am so done." Jin laughed while clapping and I just continued eating. Why is this married couple so extra and weird...af. "Fine, I'll cook you some." Namjoon immediately stepped back from his room's door and settled down next to me.

"---I'm going to tell a joke first."

"Uhuh, go on."

I sipped on the coffee before me.  "Namjoon. What does a house wear?" I smirked at them. Jin was awaiting a response from Namjoon, "What?". "A dress," Jin laughed so hard he hits the table a few times.