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                              After we bought the right ingredients we immdiately went home while Jungkook was eating his snack. I prepared the ingredients for the food I decided to cook. 
                              "Can you wait at the living room for a moment? So, I could focus on my work?" I asked him who's sitting pretty whilst eating chips.
                              He nodded and walked away, I huffed then I started right away.
                              Jungkook's POV
                              My phone vibrated from the pocket of my jeans, I took it out and saw a text from Yoongi hyung. I slid the text then I typed my password.
                              : have you seen this from twt?
                              Azi @lovelykookid
                              I went from grocery shopping and saw a girl with jungkook, they seemed getting along well. Who is she? Is she his girlfriend? A relative?
                              My eyes widened with what he sent, I already quit being an idol but what is this post doing here? They shouldn't spread these kind of things right? 
                              : not yet.
                              : a friend?
                              : yes.
                              I turned off my phone trying to divert my mind on anything for me to forget that post. Even when I'm already not an idol I still got a topic like that. I sighed, I closed my eyes and cleared my mind attempting to relax. Y/n's here I shouldn't look stress, but why do I even care? It's not like she's going to care!
                              Yah, Jeon Jungkook! What's with you? Stop with your nonsense, I decided on eating my chips to distract my mind. I've never been this conscious in my whole life, ARMYs said that I always look good. So, I just wore whatever I have in my wardrobe. 
                              What happened with your swag, Kook?
                              Whatever, I'm just gonna comb my hair.
                              Or maybe not...
                              Because the next thing I knew, I'm already putting a lip balm.
                              Did my hands become one with my brain or what?
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              
                                           
                                               
                                                  