The Prince and the Rose (Liskook) (on hold)

Cute and Clumsy

"Kookie!"

Jungkook groaned inwardly. "Yes, Lisa?"

She pouted. "You should address me as noona! I'm older than you! I'm your senior!"

Jungkook sighed as he scratched his neck with his pencil. "Okay noona, what do you want?" he asked patiently.

She giggled and produced a rectangular plastic carton from behind her back. "My Mom made cookies and I helped! Try them, they're the best! You should like cookies you know, cos you're Kookie!" she laughed.

Jungkook shook his head and turned back to his sketching in earnest. There wasn't much time until the next lesson and while the rest of their classmates rushed out for a quick break, he preferred to put in some drawing practice.

"Thank you noona but I'm not hungry."

"Awww come on, just one bite. Please?" she wheedled, practically shoving the lumpy chocolate chip cookie under his nose.

Jungkook grunted when crumbs rained down on the paper and decided to just take a bite before she somehow stained his paper with tea or soda (even though she had none of the beverages at hand, somehow accidents like that were a frequent occurrence and he wasn't taking any chances.)

Jungkook blinked behind his glasses and closed his eyes as he bit off the cookie.

It was surprisingly tasty: chewy and buttery, if a little soggy in the middle.

"It's good," he said, munching as her face lit up in ecstasy.

"Great!" she exclaimed as she left the cookie in his hands and jumped up to do a victory jig on the chair. "Because I actually made them all by myself and you were the guinea pig Jeon Jungkook hahahaha but they turned out great now I can give 'em out to evvybody—"

She tumbled off her chair with a clatter, bumping into his table and smacked face-down on the floor as he continued to placidly munch on his cookie, unperturbed. She sat up with a grin a few heartbeats later as a lump swelled over her forehead.

"I'm good," she giggled and grabbed the plastic carton.

For once, an object seemed to have miraculously survived her clumsiness.

"Thanks for the cookie," he called as she skipped out and tripped at the door. The loud squeal and crash that followed notified him that the cookies hadn't been so lucky this time.

Maybe he had spoken too soon.