The Elemental Masters | A BTS Fanfic

-2- Jam or Jelly

A/N: Hey ^-^

So..... I just wanted to let the ghosts who read this (no one) that if you don't see any updates after a while, it's not because i'm on hiatus.

it's only 'cause i feel like the book should gain a bit popularity before i continue.

regardless, i'll still update, but the more reads, votes, and comments, the faster the updates would come?

Just 'cause no one reads this doesn't mean i dont like writing heh

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Ayda and her father had just gotten home, where they just started a heated debate on whether jam or jelly is better for a bread spread.

"Jam is better. Hands down, it even has fruit pieces. Come on, Ayda. Fruit. Pieces. You can't beat that," Ayda's father claimed.

"Nuh uh, jelly is the best. It doesn't have the fruit pieces, which by the way, taste disgutaNG, and it has that added tanginess when you put it in the fridge and the perfect consistency and, ughhhh, it's just amazing," Ayda argued back.

"You're delusional if you think tha-"

"What nonsense are you two talking about now?"

The argument was cut off by Ayda's mother who was standing at the kitchen counter with her hands at her hips, glaring at the man she called her beloved husband and their spawn.

"I was just in the middle of justifying the fact that jelly is superior to jam."

"Why I outta-"

"Well, I, for the record, don't give a flying tick about your bread condiments. .now, get your asses here and help me set the table."

Knowing better than to defy the mistress of the house, they obliged reluctantly.

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With the table set and everyone sitting at the table, Ayda's mother decided to ask the obvious.

"So....would one of you two want to tell me what the fuck you guys were doing up so damn early in the morning and why I had to get up and make breakfast? On a Saturday morning? If I didn't love you guys so much I wouldn't have listened to you telling me to make breakfast. You're lucky I'm feeling marvelous today."

This took them by surprise.

Frozen with tufts of pancake still in their mouths, the targeted duo looked like chipmunks in headlights.

Chipmunks, hence the stuffed cheeks.

Feeling attacked, Ayda decided to suck up to this one first.

"Hehe well, you see...." She paused, trying to come up with a way to explain that she'd killed two demons, who were conjured by her father, might I add, close to civilization, innocently.

Thankfully, she didn't have to because they were rudely interrupted by the sound of a window breaking in the living room.

Standing there was a demon.

From where the family sat, the only major thing that stood out was its tall flowing form. It looked as if it were a black mass of plasma with legs, multiple arms, and immense height.

"Aw, come oN! Another one?!"

Ayda's mom look appalled.

"What the living Satan did you sAY? WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN?"