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[125]

[Jimin]

"Sorry," I apologized as I took a seat at our small table that was beside the television but far away from the couch, setting down two forks on their respective set, one in front of me and the other in front of him, "If you weren't being a fuck, maybe I wouldn't have accidentally put some eggshells or burnt the eggs,"
   
"I wasn't being a fuck, I was being loving," Jungkook crossing his arms sassily, pointing his nose in the air, "and I only started messing with you once you started to scramble the eggs, those egg shells are all on you,"
  
I covered a shy smile by stuffing a mouthful of eggs into my mouth with the fork, grimacing as the slight char taste sent bitter tingles on my taste buds. He peeked at me with a side eye and quit his sassy act once he saw that I was completely nonchalant towards his act. He picked up the fluffy, darkened eggs with the fork and pushed them into his mouth. I waited patiently for him to spit the eggs out, curse, or even grimace but no, he just happily chewed the eggs, swallowed and took in another spoonful of the horrid cooking failure.
      
"You don't have to eat it," I used my pointer finger and thumb to pick up a sliver of bacon so I could get the burnt taste out of my mouth, "I can make something else,"
 
He laughed loudly, showing me the chewed up contents in his mouth, "Chimmy, anything you make is good,"

"Dude, you're eating charcoal," I scoffed at his sappiness and chewed on the greasy sliver, the meat taste overcoming the char, "Well I guess for lunch, I'll make you some good ole' dirt,"

"As long as you make it," He didn't say anything else but continued to chew his food with a happy smile on his face. I admired him and all of the little idiosyncrasies that made him him. His sharp jaw and the way it danced in up and down motions on the side of his face as he chewed so thoughtlessly. His thin lips that formed a straight line as his clear eyes focused on my features with the intent of memorization.
  
As I examined his features for the thousandth time since I met him, a heavy feeling set into my heart and some parts of my stomach.

This was a feeling of unease.

"Jungkook,"

He hummed in response as he stuck a whole strip of bacon into his already full mouth, savoring the.. taste.

"What do we do now?"

He momentarily stopped chewing to look at me through his eyelashes, but continued to only swallow a few seconds later, giving me that same perplexed look containing all of his rapt attention, "What do you mean?"
 
"We've overcome the Lisa situation, the Taehyung situation, fuck, we even killed your mother for us to be together," I gulped anxiously at my next words, "So what do we do now?"

He paused, his expression not changing as he delved into a deep thought. When he finished thinking, I knew considering that he looked up with a lightbulb effect glazed over his bright eyes, "Be happy,"

The simplest solution to a predicament that was making my stomach churn slipped from his mouth as clear as day. He tilted his head to the side slightly, a puppy-like expression overtaking the confused one, "What's got you thinking like that?"

"I guess.." I put a hand on my heart, the feeling dissipating until it completely disappeared, "I guess I just got so used to a broken heart that it feels weird now that it's mended."

I inwardly cringed at the sappiness of my words but they subconsciously spewed from me and there's no way to retract the things you say, no matter how much we wish there was. But they were my words, and I meant them.

Jungkook didn't cringe or grimace at my words but just smiled, grabbing my left hand with his right and giving it reassuring squeezes, "You've just gotta get used to a mended - and filled - heart,"

I lifted an eyebrow but still caressed the soft skin of the top of his hand, "Filled with what?"

His nose was in the air again and sassy Jungkook was back, "With love - for me, of course,"

I scoffed and leaned over the table to give him a quick kiss on his cheek since his head was turned to the side, "Duh,"

The second my bottom hit the seat of the chair, Jungkook's head snapped towards me, "I didn't hear you, again?"

"Duh?" I asked with a slight confused tone.

"No, again," he looked off into the distance as he commanded me.

"I didn't say anything else,"

"No, dummy, the kiss, again," the amount of seriousness on his face almost made me burst out into laughter, but I suppressed it.

I picked up another piece of my somewhat colder bacon, "You can't hear a kiss,"
 
"Again," he repeated like a broken tape, or a dummy, ignoring my logical counter to his commands.
  
"And I can't hear you~" I said in a singsong voice and grinned as I looked down at my plate, avoiding his eyes that would definitely persuade me to give in.
   
I could almost hear the pout forming on his face and for a few moments we were left in a calming silence that I relished since it was the first time ever since I enjoyed time without noise.
 
"What ever happened with that Taehyung friend of yours?" He picked up his fork again and began to pick at the bits of food around the white plate.
  
"Why?"

"Because you mentioned him just a few seconds ago," he responded, looking at me through his lashes.
 
I reached for my glass of water and took a small swing of the refreshing liquid, "Tae doesn't want anything to do with me anymore,"

[author's notes]

I NEED TO FINISH THIS BEFORE FEBRUARY. I NEED TO.

BUT ITS IMPOSSIBLE.

OMFG.

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO.

LUNA HELP ME.

(Btw do you guys think Luna exists? If not then what about all this mate mess? How did that come about? I wanna hear some theories or something)