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September 30, 2018 - 6:15 pm

The five of us sat around the dinner table, eating my mother's homemade burgers. Jungkook was pleasantly enjoying the meal, not leaving a single crumb on the plate.

"So, how have things been going with you, Jungkook?"

"Pretty good sir, I've just been busy with the tour and all." Jungkook didn't seem as nervous as before so I was happy for him. He smiled at me across the table and I gave him a subtle thumbs up.

"Belle did you meet all the members? Are they cool?" Questions flew out of Stella's mouth, along with a few drops of her saliva. I gave her a look of disgust and responded shortly after.

"Yeah, they're amazing."

"Stella, how about you come backstage the day after tomorrow and see what it's like?" Jungkook offered, making Stella's eyes widen in shock.

"Omigod REALLY?!" She started bouncing up and down in her seat.

"Only if you promise to stay calm," I warned her. She rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

"The offer is kind, but Stella you have school that day." My mom's comment made Stella sit still and she crossed her arms.

"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Please?"

"Only if you make up the work." Stella pumped her fist. I was already dreading it, but I was excited for my little sister.

"How long have you two been going out?" my mom asked, changing the topic.

"Around four months," I replied. My mom's eyes bulged out.

"Wow, that's impressive. Seems like it's going well."

"Yeah, it really is," Jungkook chimed in, grinning at me.

"Have you guys....um...done it yet?" my dad questioned nervously.

"DAD!"

"Sorry, I'm just curious." On the side, Stella was awkwardly finishing off her vegetables, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Sweetie, maybe you should ask that more privately?" my mom reasoned.

"Or maybe not at all." I set my fork down and gathered everyone's plates, getting up to rinse them in the sink. The rest of my family excused themselves.

"Well you two have fun, just don't use the oven without my permission." My mom left the kitchen after my dad and Stella, who had already gone back to their rooms.

I grabbed a plate and started to wash the dishes, when I felt a pair of strong arms around my waist.

"Here let me help you," Jungkook said, holding a plate and squirting dish soap on it. He turned the tap water on all the way and it flew everywhere, soaking both of us. I laughed and he stood there, still holding the plate.

"You've never done this before, have you?" I asked, still in the middle of laughter.

"No," he replied, grinning sheepishly.

"I'll hand them to you, and you put them in the dishwasher." He gave me a thumbs up and took the first plate, placing it neatly on the bottom row.

We continued this process. He looked so intense, taking the job so seriously. The stack of plates and bowls piled up, so he continued to put them away, fast like a robot. I stared at him, waiting for him to notice. The only thing he was paying attention to was the pile of utensils in front of him.