|| ENGRAVED RINGS || Kim Taehyung

Chapter 26

"You better wash your hands, grandma is very picky in term of hygiene" Your mother said, while dragging Jungkook into the kitchen to wash his face from the apple munches. You soon realized what it felt like to be invisible.

"Eomma," you called but got nothing in response. After multiple times of failing to get her attention you just surrender to the fact that you've lost your spot as her favorite. It was much easier when you were the only contestant for that spot.

"Don't worry you are the only brat I have eyes for," grandpa walked pass you and bestowed your a light smack.

"Bring me a glass of water." He killed your smile that didn't last more than some nano seconds.

Sullen yet you could only appreciate the small little attention you were given. Walking into the kitchen, You was getting your grandpa a glass of water. Jungkook was at the sink, washing the new vegetables. To your surprise your mother wasn't here, guess she found something else more interesting than the liar.

"Need something Noona?" Jungkook said glancing up from sink, meeting your dead eyes.

"Your absence." You said cold. Jungkook only laughed lighthearted before showing you a little pout.

"Anything else?"

"A cup from the shelf."

You gesture for him to move a bit with your eyes shifting to the shelf above and back at him. Jungkook didn't move, instead he got you the cup and filled it with water before giving it back to you. With suspicious eyes you scanned him from head to toe, speculating what was going on the dude's mind.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked curiously.

"Exactly how old are you?" You said with inspecting eyes.

"Twentythree" He said fast. After short calculating you asked. "You are a 95?"

His eyes unexpectedly went absent, pupils darted elsewhere than your eyes as if he was encountered with a foreign problem. Annoyance deepened the lines on his forehead, the irritation voiced out in a displeasing tone.

"I gave you an exact answer, why make it complicated with math?"

"What's the connection of your birth year and math??" You said clearly not getting the reason of his disordered expression.

"Anyway I'm twentythree just know that."

"Kids nowadays goes around saying I'm a 96, I'm a 99 why make a big deal out of asking?" You said to yourself, thinking he wouldn't hear, but wrong.

"That's for lazy bums that can't keep track of their age, isn't a number more exact?" He said back, ready to defend himself.

"What's the point of keeping track of your age when you can't remember which year you are born in?"

His mouth parted but something seemed to block the words from coming out. Letting out a sigh Jungkook rested a hand on his waist, turning at you with a resolute expression.

"You are blood type O right?" Jungkook said giving you a raised brow.

"Okay so you have done some background check" Your eyes sharpened, tone accusing and judging.

"Nope you just show the clear traits of a typical 'O'." He said, mockery evident in his tone.

"Like what?" You said obliviously. The closest you have been to seeing traits of blood was through a microscope.

"Rule conscious, systematic, punctual, argumentative," You were thrown into a new world you haven't explored before, you've never heard of the categorising of bloods and personality. Jungkook kept the list long, the more he spoke the more you realised, that he was beating around the bushes to insult you, given the stereo type of an excuse to bash you with negative facts. Offended you wanted to attack him.

"Oh so what type are you?" You asked.

"A," He said proud.

"But you probably don't know what that means." He looked at you as he would to a kid.

"I do." You said back, sullen as a little kid. Jungkook gave you the challenging look, eyes gestured for you to speak. The little conversation was enough to tell him how unfamiliar you were in the topic, smirking inside he was ready to see the class president fall with a blast.

"If you have type A blood, you are likely to release cortisol or the stress hormone more than people from other blood groups." His face turned ugly, he was not expecting you to bash him with boring facts.

"Compared to other groups, you have a higher chance of 20 percent of developing stomach cancer and a higher chance of 5 percent increased risk for heart disease. You can survive loathing on the blood of other groups as mine while I'm too self centered and only my accept blood of my own group."

His eyes grew round, you just stuck out your tongue, giving a ugly grimace before dashing to your grandpa's room with the glass of water.