should i be here | bts.

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Apparently I had slept all of the day and woke up at 10:32 p.m. because when I had woken up I looked at the window and saw that it's dark and had checked my phone and that Kook was in his bed scrolling through his phone.

"Hey," I sat up to see Jungkook-hyung look up at me and sit up too. "I'm hungry." I walked over to the door and a shirtless Jungkook chased me to the door and took my hand.

"Let me take you. You literally have no idea where you're going. Just stick near." He creaked the door open and slid out the crack; me following behind. He disappeared into the darkness that I couldn't see into just yet because my eyes hadn't adjusted.

I looked down at myself remembering that I'm wearing shorts and a white tee.

I look up to see that my vision adjusted and I could see Jungkook starting down the stairs and I carefully ran over to where he was. My tummy rumbled because I'm so hungry.

"Sorry." I flinched at the noise my stomach made because it was loud. We finally got down the stairs and we could walk around normally. It was lighter down here because the aquarium light was on; making it easier to see how toned the Maknae's body really is compared to pictures. I kept my distance because I didn't want to make either of us uncomfortable.

"Here we are," Kookie presented me the big kitchen with stainless steel appliances and marble counters, complete with an island. "Help yourself." Walking over to the fridge, I trip over my own feet but catch myself on the island. I could tell Kook was looking at me after that. I opened the fridge and saw that there was so many things to choose from. I put my hands on my hips and huffed at all of the options.

  "Can I cook?" I pivoted around asking Jungkook.

"I don't know. Can you?" He laughed and I just stared at him blankly because I hate that joke.

"May I cook." I say trying to get a 'yes' or 'no' instead of a teacher joke.

"Depends. Will you cook something for me?" I roll my eyes.

"Sure. I'm making omelettes. What do you want in yours?" I asked him with my face buried in the fridge pulling out everything I need to make these omelettes.

"Anything is fine. I'm not picky." He remarked while swiveling in the barstool at the island. I set everything on the counter and looked at it. Turning back around to look for the pans in the cupboards underneath the counter, and eventually found them; and quietly set one on the stove and flicked on the stove light.

I cracked the eggs and whisked in some cream and added salt and pepper while humming a song I'm in the middle of making I had come up with on the plane. I threw in the tiniest pinch of paprika and whisked it all together.

"What are you guys doing?" A sleepy eat Jin had come down to see what we were doing.

"Well. I'm making omelettes. Want one?" I started pouring the egg mixture into the pan that had melted coconut oil in.

"I mean. It smells good so far. So sure. Just don't wake up any of the members." Jin went and walked by Jungkook and whacked his head playfully and went to the couch, and grabbed what I guessed is his phone charging by the couch and started scrolling through his apps.

When the whisked eggs hit the pan it started sizzling and bubbles started popping out of the pan. I backed away and shook the pan so the egg evenly spread across the pan. When the mixture was almost cooked, I threw in: green onions, cheese, bacon, and a little bit more of salt and pepper, and folded it in half and set it on a plate for one of the now-awake boys. And repeated this two more times.

"Guys, they're ready," I whispered into the living room; Jin was already up and halfway across the room.

We were all sitting at the island and as they ate quickly, enjoying it. I poked at my omelet and ate slowly.