Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Lee Jong Suk

It has been a week since that 'incident' with Jungkook. I have been keeping an appropriate distance between him, making sure that he doesn't cross the limit. The whole time, Eunjae has been making sure I wasn't left alone, always stuffing my face with something to eat as I fell in my temporary depressing state. I'm pretty sure I gained ten pounds, but you know what, I don't give a shit.

It would be awkward when I have to partner up with Jungkook in class, or be forced to clean with him at home. One time, the kitchen and dining room was such a mess that I ended up cleaning it by myself, just because I didn't want to be in the same room as him. I did think it was kind of weird that he hasn't invited another girl in the house ever since, but why should I care.

I was sitting at the desktop in my room, face timing Eunjae. "So how was pottery?" I asked her, wanting to get my mind off the whole Jungkook fiasco. "Uh, yeah, I fucking suck! I mean, I can make a plate and a cup, but Taehyung and Jimin can make some next level shit!" I chuckled at her, "Yeah, I know. They are very artistic." "Haha! But get this! The whole class was making stuff, you know, teapots and jars and stuff. Taehyung made so many things, I was so jealous. And then, BAM! All his things fell flat on the floor!" My mouth grew wide open, laughing so hard at the hilarious story.

"No wonder he came home all upset," I replied to her, eating another piece of the mango I cut for myself earlier. "Yeah, I couldn't hold my laughter," Eunjae explained, wiping a tear from her eye. I shook my head, "I'm so glad I met you Eunjae." She smiled back at me, "I know I'm awesome." I rolled my eyes at her, "Shut up." She giggled at me, "I'm just kidding. I'm glad I met you too."

I checked the time at the top right corner of my computer, "Dude, it's 10:52pm already." She shrugged at me, taking a sip from her red bull, "All nighter?" I let out a deep breath, "Girl, you know I would, but you always end up sleeping on me." She clicked her tongue, batting her eyelashes at me, "Yeah, but then we end up sleeping together. I like sleeping with you!" I sighed deeply, "Good night Eunjae!" I waved at her, giving her the hint that I don't want to do an all nighter with her. "Fine. Good night." She waved back, exiting the chat.

I pushed myself back in the chair, stretching out my arms. My stomach rumbled, noticing the empty bowl that had chopped up mangos. I low-key want some ramen. I shrugged at myself, getting up from the chair and leaving my room, already imagining the delicious taste of ramen in my mouth. Fuck, my mouth is already watering. I hurriedly went down the stairs and into the kitchen, looking through the cabinet. Do I want it spicy? I poured water into a pot and placed it on the stove, turning on the flame.

I put in the noodles into the boiling water, adding seasonings to add flavor. I danced to the sound of me mixing the noodles. "I love food," I sang to myself. Maybe I should marry food? Never mind, that sounds stupid. I was contemplating whether I was going to put the noodles into a bowl or if I should just eat it from the pot. "Bowl or pot?" I looked back and forth, finally deciding to eat straight from the pot. "Hey, less of a mess. Am I right?"

I turned off the stove and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of water. "Do I want chips? Yes I do." I scavenged through the cabinet, searching for chips. "Ah ha!" I found a huge bag of honey buddha chips, shuffling in my socks in triumph. I carefully carried the pot into my room, placing it on top of my desktop. "Hurry! The chips!" I ran into the kitchen once again to grab the bag of chips and my water bottle.

I scrolled through youtube, watching gaming videos and such. "Did Team Edge post a video today?" I looked through the channel, discovering a new video, "Hell yeah!" I played the video, my eyes lighting up. The only thing that will never let me down, besides Shane Dawson of course. I grabbed my chopsticks and started swirling the noddles around, trying to cool it down. I grabbed a biteful and blowed on it, the steam hitting the computer screen, "Fuck, you look so good."