Our Love Story 2: Bodyguard || JJK (Semi Hiatus)

8 - Friend?

Yeri's POV

Lately, Jungkook has been dropping by to visit me in the hospital so often. Even on weekend when he's supposed to rest, he did visited me with more food from my favorite chinese food stall near the Han River. Said he hates me complaining over Hospital food that are getting repetitive.

Well, the hospital food for VIP patients is delicious but I kept on seeing same food being served which eventually dried out my enthusiasm to eat.

"This time, no more chinese food. I brought salads instead. You need fibre." Jungkook said as he takes out the content from the plastic bag and place it on my eating table over the bed.

I roll my eyes at him, "Yes, dad."

I saw Jungkook tug a small smirk at that and I instantly know where this is going. He's going to let out that crude joke again.

"I prefer you call me by my full name, baby." He starts and as much as I hate where this is heading, I feel like the quirky side in me needs some release today.

"Dada you mean?" My eyes travel to his form walking towards the dustbin to throw the plastic away before he faces me once again. That naughty grin didn't go unnoticed.

"Daddy." He corrects. A lopsided smirk decorating that fine face of his.

"You forgot to add two alphabets at the end of it. Call me daddy next time." He grins wolfishly making me roll my eyes again at him. Oh yes, I'm strangely getting used to this side of him now.

After Jungkook pull a chair from the corner of the room and sat on it, my hands quickly open the two lids of the salad and roasted braised chicken in astonishment. The salads look inviting and the portion is a lot too!

I hand the salad box to him and we start digging in together. While we're eating, a sudden question pops in my head.

"Hey, Jungkook?"

"Hm?" He munches the salads in his mouth and lift his head at me. His chubby cheeks in sight since he has yet to swallow the salad in his mouth.

"Why do you often eat with me? I mean, I can understand why you'd visit me since I saved you. But eating together with me is not necessary nor an act of courtesy as well." I tilt my head to my side and he hums, trying to think of an answer.

"If I have to be honest, it's because dad wants me to be friend with you. And if I have to be extra honest..." He pauses after enunciate the word and gulps the food in his mouth before eyeing me in solemn, "...it's because I feel lonely lately. I used to have my friends who'd go lunch together but lately, they've been so busy with works and I don't want to disturb them." A sad beam plastered on his face.

"How about your parents?" I raise a brow, curious got the best in me.

"Hmm. Let's just say I'd prefer eating alone rather than eating with them." He eye rolls at the thought, making me scoffs.