Make Me Yours (BTS fanfic)

Chapter 2

Jungkook's P.O.V---

As I walked into the kitchen, the scent of eggs and bacon hit me. Our kitchen is rather modern, featuring slick black furniture and a marble table- it was the only thing we could all agree on without arguing for hours about which color works the best. I was welcomed with the sight of Jin facing the stove, cooking himself breakfast. A pink apron was gently tied around his waist to protect his clothes. He looked over his shoulder and let out a small smile as I sat down at the table. Why does this description also fit that of a mother?  

 Although I usually reply with a grin, I instead let out a sigh, laying my chin on my hand. As soon as I do so, he locked into his caring nature.

"What's wrong Kookie? Why are you sighing like that?" He asked as he shifted some bacon with the help of a spatula, also grabbing some type of seasoning at lightning speed and sprinkling it over the food. I looked at him and said, "I don't know what to do Jin hyung." He quickly turned off the stove and grabbed a white plate out of a drawer with precision. Honestly, if we weren't a group, I bet he'd make a good living off of cooking.

Just watching him plate his food is like seeing a clip of Chef Ramsay delicately putting together a five-star meal. Once he has finished, he took off his apron and set it on a chair. Then, he sat down on the chair and turned to me, his face shrouded with worry. He said, "About what, Kookie?" I eyed him nervously and hesitated, wondering if I should actually tell him. He might make fun of me or tell everyone... but then again, he is the oldest and may understand these feelings. Perhaps he could even explain them to me and help me find the answer. After a few seconds of thought, my decision was made.

"I feel weird and have no idea what it means."

"What do you mean by 'You feel weird'? What kind of weird do you mean?" His voice was soft and calming, making me feel more relaxed in explaining myself.

"I keep having random thoughts that have to do with Taehyung. Whenever I see him, I get all hot and bothered, I guess. I don't know why- I always get nervous around him, too." Jin smiles and says "Oh, really?"

"Yeah. Do you know what's happening?"

"I think I do."

"What is it?" I felt myself become anxious. I felt as if I knew the answer, but I was afraid to hear it. Out loud that is.

"You have a crush on him. Am I correct?"I felt myself suddenly blush out of the fact that he was able to pinpoint it so quickly. Was it that obvious?

"Y-yeah, that might be the case. I think that's happening, but I don't really want to... you know... make this a big deal for the group. Having feelings might interfere with our careers, and our fans probably wouldn't take the news well, either. Plus, I'm sure he doesn't feel the same way. Who am I kidding? He definitely doesn't. What should I do?" I ran my hands through my hair and my eyes nervously glided away from his face.

"You can't be so sure. How about you just see what happens and not be so doubtful. He cares about all of us, and I feel like those feelings of yours might be returned soon enough."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that love works in mysterious ways. Just be careful with him, okay? I'm sure you two will figure it out along the way." I nodded and stood up, sparing a small grin even though I was still super worried. Be careful with him? And what the hell is with that cliche? It isn't like my life is some sort of teenage romance story for him to commentate on.

"I'll be going now. Thank you for talking to me about this- I'm much better because of it."

"No problem. I'm glad I could help."