Master's ( Jungkook / BTS )

Episode II: Food, Drinks, and Naps

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When I woke up, the Sun had been setting and the sky was a lavishing sight of purples and pinks. The last thing I could remember was heading back home; I don't remember falling asleep in the car and even if I did, it wouldn't explain why I woke up in my room.
I stretched out of bed and decided to go downstairs, maybe the others were down there getting ready for dinner.
The entire first floor seemed just as empty as the second. Where could've everyone gone?
"Hello, is anyone here? Master? Mr. Lee, Soojin?"
I continued walking around the house in hopes of finding someone or at least some kind of hint as to where they all went. I made my way through the large halls and something compelled me to visit the old lab. As I turned the last corner, I stopped in my tracks. Sitting on the ground, against the basement door was a man who looked as empty as his own house.
"You're awake," Master's voice was lower than usual.
"Where is everyone?" I slowly stepped closer to him.
"I gave everyone the night off, they all went out to eat. You should go join them," he sighed.
I looked at his slumped over posture. Seeing him in this state, I felt uneasy leaving him. I know that it's my duty as his assistant to stay by his side, but right now I wanted to stay by his side as a person seeing another person going through a tough time. I'll never fully know the extent of the pain he's going through or what kind of internal battles he's fighting right now, but wars weren't meant to be fought alone.
"I said you could go," he coldly restated.
I couldn't make myself to leave. It was like my feet were screwed to the floor and my heart was tied to his by some kind of invisible chain. How could anyone with a heart leave someone who was clearly hurting?
"Go! Did you hear me, I said-"
"I can't," I interrupted.
"What?"
I looked him in his eyes and they were filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, sir, but you'll have to give me a strike, I'm about to break your orders. I just can't leave you here alone, it just doesn't feel right."
He didn't say anything. I couldn't tell if he was angry with me or not, it was hard to tell anything with him. I searched his eyes for something, anything that could help me decipher what was going on his mind right now. Suddenly he did something I didn't expect on happening. He grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me down next to him.
"Master?" I turned my head to look at him. I felt his head rest against my shoulder and my heart raced.
"Are you aware of how annoying you can be?" He let out a soft chuckle, "Who so you think you are, making people smile even after they've already given up on smiling?"
It was my turn to stay silent this time. I thought over everything he just said. How was he going to be so confusing? First he insults me, then he goes on to say something that I'm guessing was meant to be nice? I don't even think that could be considered as nice.
"You know, I hated you at first. I mean, to be honest, I didn't see how someone like you managed to be so close with my mother. I was jealous. But then I realized, I shouldn't be jealous over something I never had." He lifted his head from my shoulder and looked up at me. "What's you're secret?"
I didn't notice this before, but now that his face was so close to mine, he smelled a little like alcohol. Was he drunk? That would explain why he wasn't making any sense right now.
"Sir... have you been drinking?"
He smiled. He was slowly leaning forward, inching closer and closer to me. What was this? What was happening? I move back away from him. Then, his eyes fell closed as his body dropped. I reacted quickly and caught him before he could fall face first onto the hard wooden floor.
"Master... Master?" I lightly tapped his face. "Master, wake up!" There was no use, he was out cold. I pulled out my phone and checked the time, 7:45.
Everybody's probably still out and won't be back till late. I looked down to see Jungkook's peaceful sleeping face; you never would've guessed that he was going through something. Looking at him up close I could see why all those girls chased us today while shopping. I would have to be blind to deny his good looks; he was unmistakably handsome. I swept his hair away from his eyes and took a few seconds to take in everything. This was probably the first and last time I'd ever be this close to him like this. Technically, I broke all three of his rules today, I should have well over three strikes by now. Hopefully, he'll forget everything when he wakes up.
As much as I'd love to stay here and watch him sleep, nobody ever tells you how uncomfortable it was to sit on the ground while having a fully grown man sleep on your lap. I carefully lifted up his head and slowly positioned him against the basement door. I stood up and brushed myself off and prepared myself to drag him to a more comfortable place to sleep. The last thing I needed was for him to wake up all cranky and pissed off.
I'm not sure how, but I some how manage to drag him into the living room and lay him carefully down on the sofa. I go and grab a blanket off the arm chair and and drape it over him. Now that that was taken care of, it was time for me to eat. Believe me, after the day I've had, I was starving.

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I lifted the top to the boiling pot and steam wafted out, washing my face with warmth. I smelled the soup; it overflowed with cozy scents of vegetables and warm broth.
"Perfect," I told myself, satisfied with myself.
I took off my gloves and turned the heat off, before grabbing bowls and plates from the cupboard. I poured some soup for myself and had debated on whether I should poor some for Jungkook and decided to plate it just incase he woke up. He should be getting up soon, he's been sleeping for over two hours. And as if he was reading my mind, he walked into the kitchen holding his head with his hand. He must have a hangover.
"What's all this?" He still sounded groggy from waking up.
"Here," I placed his bowl of soup in front of him, "I made some soup, it'll help with your hangover. I'm actually glad you woke up, I was worried everything would get cold."
He sat down and took a look at everything on the counter. "You made all of this?"
"Yeah, I was hungry and I thought you would be too when you woke up. Sorry if this was too much." I apologized, I really didn't want to upset him, I was still hoping he'd forget what happened earlier.
"No, no. It's fine, it's just... well I don't know. I didn't know you could cook. Let's see if it's anything like Chef's cooking." He reaches for a spoon and took a sip of the soup.
I observed him closely as he tasted my cooking. I'm praying that it'll at least match his rich pallet. He looked up and I stared at him for some kind of response.
"Good?" I was eager to know.
"Good!" He gave a thumbs up. A wave of relief washed through me as I watched him happily eat the rest of the food I put down on the table. I couldn't stop watching him, this was the first I've seen him this way. I was completely amazed.
"What's wrong, aren't you going to eat too?"
"Hmm?" I blinked myself back into reality, "Oh, yeah. Let's eat," I smiled.

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"Where did you learn how to cook?" Jungkook asked as he finished the last of his food.
"My grandma, she taught me how to make everything know. I did all the cooking at home ever since I was tall enough to stand over the kitchen counter."
"Wow, why do I keep Chef around? You're ten times better than him."
"Don't say that. If he hears that, he'll kill me in my sleep with one of his expensive knives." I tried to get him to lower his voice just incase everybody came home.
"Don't worry," he said seriously, "he wouldn't ruin his good knives on you. Something about how the finest of knives only deserve to cut the finest of meats."
Ouch. Well, that stung a little. I grabbed all the dirty dishes and began running the water over them.
Jungkook came over and took the sponge away from me.
"Hey!"
"I'll do the dishes, go to bed." I tried to grab the sponge back from him, "that's an order," he stated.
I sighed in defeat and made my way upstairs. When I reached my room I shut the door behind me and changed out of my dress into one of my signature baggy sweaters. Lying in my bed, I thought over all the events that had took place today. It was a day full of firsts. First time out with Jungkook, first time witnessing him at such a low state and my first time cooking for him. If my cooking made him happy I'd gladly cook for him again any time.

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