Three weeks | Jeon Jungkook |

Day nine

I enter my apartment holding two bags full of groceries. This morning I got a message from my father in which he told me that he just transferred some money on my card and that I should be careful with them. After I read that message I instantly got up from my bed and went to the market. 

I open the fridge and start to unload all the food in it, making Alvin to teleport right next to my right foot, rising his little head, sensing all the fresh vegetables. I giggle shortly as I throw him a baby carrot, making him the happiest guinea pig in the world. God I love him. I can still remember the day I bought him. It was one of the worst days in my life. I was walking down an empty street, hungry as hell. And when I'm hungry that means I'm poor as well, waiting the holly money from my parents. As I was passing a dirty and dilapidated pet store, I saw him in the showcase. He was so little and skinny. I could't leave him there. So I entered the store, gave the sales clerk the only money that I had and bought him. After that, just I know how I survived four more days but it was worth it. Now he is happier then ever, making me feel the same. 

After I finish with the groceries, I sit down and turn on the TV, being able to watch it because I finally paid the cable. I smile as I surf trough the channels, trying to find something that will entertain me. I stop when I find something that will pleasure my tastes. I laugh when people start falling because of the track they are supposed to pass trough. Specific Korean. I love it. 

A half of hour passes which was filled with my laughter, in the end the show getting to an end. I remain disappointed but when my stomach starts to growl the feeling vanishes. I get up from couch and make myself way back to the fridge, getting out of it some vegetables, my mind being conquered by a huge Mexican salad. I start to cut the vegetables, dumping them in a pan. As I walk my spatula all over the vegetables, my phone starts to ring on the table. I let down the oily spatula right next to the sink so it won't get the counter all dirty, leaning for the phone. 

" Hello?" I answer, holding the phone between my left shoulder and my sweaty cheek. I don't even need to look at the callers name anymore, already knowing that it's Jungkook. Every time.

" Hey. How are you? Are you feeling better?" after Jungkook greets me he starts bombarding me with his worried questions. I smile without even realizing, his concern making me blush. I like that he cares, even though the accident from yesterday wasn't his fault. It was mine. Whenever I eat cake I always ask first what's in it, but yesterday, I don't know why, I didn't. I was so stressed by him that I just ate it without even thinking. 

" I am okay Jungkook. I told you yesterday that you don't have to worry." I try to calm him down because he really doesn't need to be concerned. This happens sometimes and it's my duty to carry with me an injection. I can never be sure. Now I feel fine, like it never happened. 

" I'm just sorry. I didn't knew." he sighs, still being worried. Why do I need to explain this to you a million times boy?

" You couldn't knew so stop it already. You don't need to be worried anymore." I giggle even if there is no need to, but doing it so that he will calm down. Maybe if he sees that I'm totally okay he will feel the same. 

" Promise?" he asks, making me to remain silent. It's like he is and seven year old kid. If someone else would have done this to me, to ask this type of questions, I would have gotten so God damn annoyed, but not at him. If he would have asked me four or five days ago I would have smacked the soul out of him, but now I can't help but get soft at his silliness. 

" Yeah Jungkook." I laugh as I start to walk the spatula again trough the almost done vegetables. 

" What are you doing?" he asks me another question right when I turn off the stove and throw the spatula in the empty sink, letting out a huge and sharp sound, hurting the hell out of my ears. I never learn.