"Jungkook for fucks sake."
"Why are you getting pissed off at me?"
"Because this is the second apron that you
ripped!"
"I'm not putting on the apron, you are. So technically it's not my fault."
Silence comes from her.
Dry laughing at her position she puts her
face in the now ripped apron. Dropping
her forehead on his back, she continues
to chuckle.
With his arms in the air and his sweater off
with just his tank top on-
"Less clothing, bigger chance of this
getting on" as Chaeyoung said.
He looks over his shoulder peering at
her laughing.
He turns, her head now in his chest
he rests his hands on her waist
His chin goes on her shoulder and
he turns his face to the side. Breath
brushing her neck and mouth
unconsciously close to her neck
To anybody else this position would look
weird for friends and awkward for most
to get in.
To them it's normal.
It is normal.
He pulls her closer, so
it's just not her forehead and his chest
touching.
"I could just not cook you know?"
"No."
Her hands and his chest still covering
her face she gives back the muffled reply
He sighs
"Why are you so stuck on this apron? I can cook without it."
"Because you'll make a fuss about
it if it gets dirty. You're a
posh princess when it comes to
your black clothes."
She looks up to him. Hands in between
their chests. Fly aways of her bangs
coming out of her quick back bun.
They stare at each other.
Jungkook's mind going through
many thoughts before pushing her away.
He's annoyed. Rose can tell
from his body language. She's
confused but decides not to bring it up.
"Don't worry about that, let's start before it's too late."
"Ok.."
"Can you cut up these seasonings for me? I have to marinate the chicken."
"Mm."
He gives a small affirmation
with his back faced to her.
Swiping her bangs behind her ears she
rolls her eyes. He always gets into these funks
out of nowhere.
Before she could even pull out the bowl
of chicken her phone rings.
"For fuck sakes-"
She gasps. It's Christian.
She takes her phone and goes out
to the hallway.
Clearing her throat a little,
she answers the call
"Hello?"
"Yeah, Chaeyoung? You forgot your
hairband in my car.
I don't know if you're busy,
but can I drop it off to you?"
"My hairband?.."
"Yeah."
"Christian my hair wasn't tied up."
"...Well this is awkward"
"Uh huh.. are you just trying to make an excuse to come and see me?"
"Can you blame me? You leave
an impression on a man.
Did it work though? Are you free?"
"Not at the moment but maybe a little past eight? How does that-"
Steps approach her and jungkook
pokes his head from around the corner.
With a smile he speaks with a pretty
loud tone.
"Hey Chaeyoung? I'm staying over for the night."
