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"Yohan? again?" Hyeongjun would say as he looked at Jungkook then back at his elder sister, who was pale, and dry. "she said so." 

"do you mind watching over her?....hyung? I need to go somewhere" Hyeongjun would smile as Jungkook looks at him with widened eyes , then cracking a smile. It was the first time he called him 'hyung' and to him, it touched his heart, he has never been called hyung before by anyone. Hyeongjun leaves the room, leaving Jungkook, alone with Hyuna. He moved over closer to the girl, who was sleeping but breathing heavily. Looking at her pale and dull face, but her silhouette was pretty. Placing his right hand unto her soft long brown hair. Moving down to her soft, rosy pink cheeks, which had a natural reddish color. Guaranteed, no makeup, no baby powder. Her face was pure beauty, that it looks like a thick layer of makeup was applied on it. Her plumpy red lips which were now dried and chapped, feeling it with his fingertips.  This was the first time he touched a girl like that, and it surprised him. He realized that she probably didnt eat anything yet, explaning how pale she was. And he had to wake her up by force and urge her to eat. But was there any food? He thought as he left Hyuna alone, wandering through the corners of the house, walking down the stairs, looking for the kitchen. Spotting the refrigerator, he opens it looking for any leftover food or anything that can be cooked. All he could spot was, a pyrex bowl, covered in plastic wrap that had a sticky note attached on it, saying 

잘 먹고--진

(a/n: it means

eat well    --Jin)

it was the only thing on the fridge, except for bottles of water. He grabbed the bowl and placed it on the counter, unwrapping the plastic wrap, then facing some tteokbokki. But it was already cold, in korea, eating cold tteokbokki would be like eating stretchy rotten cheese and it was the worse feeling EVER. There was thankfully, a microwave. But his most biggest problem was that.

he had some sort of Microwavephobia.

He looked at it like

he was confused and he knew how to use it. Except he was scared that maybe it will probably blow up, he also had no other quicker choice. Taking a really deep breath before turning the microwave on setting it to 5minutes, placing the bowl of tteokbokki inside, closing the door of the microwave. Grabbing a stool , placing it in front of the microwave as he sits down watching over the heating food.  He always brought his polaroid and Canon EOS DSLR camera around him, he had love for photography, and he'd take pictures of anything around him, well, right now his camera wasnt charged yet, and he only had his phone at the moment. He sat back still watching over the microwave, as the bowl turns around. Glancing at the frames hung up the wall, The pot plants, organized dishes and the other things a kitchen would have. They were a clean family. Despite being only the two of them living and no parents with them, they had an organized and tidy house. Jungkook thought to himself. His parents left him alone in the world at a very early age of 13. Leaving him with a house, a car , and the rest of the things he would need. He had nobody, and for his car, he learned how to drive it by buying a cheap book at a near bookstore. His parents left him lots of money but it was starting to run out, he had to find a job or just ask money from his grandma which was in Busan. The old house he took a visit, where he found Hyuna, it was their oldest house. He was lonely. His grandparents were the ones who enrolled him to the school. And he was teary eyed , that nostalgic childhood he had.

DING

He opened the microwave and without caution he touched the hot bowl and winced in pain, quickly placing it on the counter then shaking his right burning hand. Walking out of the kitchen as he glanced at the delicate figure coming down the stairs, who was looking at him.

HYUNA POV

rubbing my eyes, i opened them, squinting at the soreness of them and also my still exhausted body. I sat up. Realizing that i was in my room, in my bed, the soft blanket i sat on, Who took me here? i thought. All i could recall was that i was running the hell out of me, from the dangerous Kim Yohan. I couldnt remember the guy, i met after that, and his face, at that point i was dizzy and my soul wanted to come out of me. I rubbed my temples and stood up from my bed, walking over to the mirror of my bathroom, as i looked at my pale face, chapped and dry lips and messy hair. I probably smelled like dust already, and i need to take a bath. But, a bath could wait later? right? i was starving and i felt like passing out again. Hyeongjun is probably downstairs. I thought. I brushed my tangled hair and winced as it pulled making it hurt. I opened the door to my room, as i walked through the corridors then proceeding my way down the stairs as my eyes met someone i wouldnt believe who would be there.

Those doe eyes, brown, shiny, fluffy hair, it was him. Jeon Jungkook.

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Jungkook looked at her in embarrasment, and gulped down his nervousness. Meanwhile, Hyuna was speechless, what was a guy like him doing inside her house? "sorry..your brother asked me to watch over you. i'll go for now---" 

"no, you cant stay as long as you want, im fine. Just startled."

"really? i thought you were mad? you should eat, you look as pale as ever."

"that was what i was going to do" she laughed.

then she proceeded her way down the stairs then to the kitchen, as Jungkook followed her sitting infront of eachother of the counter as she looked at the steaming hot tteokbokki. "is this from Jin oppa?" "well. probably.. yes" She took a chopstick and hungrily picked up a piece, about to put one in her mouth, before looking at Jungkook. 

"hey, of course you can eat too."

"no thanks--"

"oh come on, i know youre hungry."

they both laughed as Jungkook also grabbed a pair of chopsticks, stuffing a ricecake into his mouth, amazed again by the taste of the food. He knew Jin was good at cooking, they also knew eachother as well. He took out his polaroid, secretly then snapped a picture of Hyuna, who was looking down eating. As the photo came out of the polaroid, he shaked the film under the counter hiding it, revealing a beautiful shot of Hyuna. He smiled. He hasnt been on instagram yet, he realized. His phone was ringing a few times earlier dusk. He never bothered to check it. Then , he was holding the photo with his left hand, ontop of the counter without realizing that Hyuna saw it, she snatched the photo and looked at it.

"hey, you didnt ask permission!" she said

then Jungkook chuckled nervously standing up, chasing for the photo as Hyuna stands up as well walking faster backwards raising the photo up in the air with her left hand, dumbly, Jungkook was taller than her

"hey give it back!"

"no! you didnt ask me!"

Hyuna's back hit a wall as Jungkook approaches her reaching the photo, then looking down, realizing he was almost pinning her to the wall, and Hyuna breathed hot'ly' on his neck, making him look down to her face. They both realized, they were really close. Hyuna speechless, so was Jungkook. But they were both embarrased. Still frozen on the same spot.