Magic Shop » Sakook

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Streaks of the day shine penetrated the shades affixed before the curtain rods ready to blind him. Jungkook blinked once, twice then thrice.. opening his eyes.. swiping away the night to give way to day.

"Fuck..." He grunts, he's laying on his chest.. hugging a pillow.

Reluctantly moving to another position as he became numb from sleeping in only one spot for his whole slumber. The defined pain migraine threatening at the back of his head causing him to release grunts.

It's like he's the one who drank too much of the clear, colorless distilled beverage called Soju. The 20% alcohol content surely did its job, hangover gathered strength like an unexpected storm.

He brought up his hands to his head and began to rub his temples, trying to massage away the monster headache. Turning his head to the side, he crinkled his brows together... discovering Sana's not on his bed like he left her, yesterday night.

"Sana?" He called, accumulating his limbs and muscles to carefully stand up.

Still, rubbing either his eyes or temples. Jungkook made his way down to the first floor of his penthouse. "Sana?" He spoke in a groggy manner.

"Oh, Kook."

Unknowingly he uplifted his eyebrows, discerning over at Sana who seemed to be doing a constant activity in the kitchen. "You're cooking?" He queried.

Sana glanced at him. "What? No... I was just.. Just found these noodles." She answered, straining the noodles from the hot water.

"Ah, I see." Jungkook nodded, disheveling his hair, and sat down.

"Oh, right... I borrowed this.. white sweater I saw from your closet. I hope you don't mind. I was kind of wearing the same clothes ever since yesterday. I don't like that." She briefly stated.

Setting his elbows down at the table with his chin at his palm. Admiring his Balenciaga sweater on her. If they'll put Sana with this sweater on billboards to promote the brand then it'll surely sell out. "It's okay. I don't mind." He lightly smiled.

"Thank you." She chuckled and thanked him using her native language. Japanese.

"Stop... it's... too early for that." He mumbled then furrowed his eyebrows, bemused over her acting so casual... talking so casually while he could scarcely open his eyes and talk without sounding so rough. "Don't you have a hangover?"

"I have. Just a little. That's why I prepared these noodles." Sana chimed, walking over to the kitchen counter and setting the plates with the noodles she prepped.

"Let me have it. I need it. My head is throbbing."

"Wait, let me just– here you go." Sana voiced, breaking the two pairs of wooden chopsticks for them before sitting down and handing them to him.

"Thank you." He gently said before twirling the chopsticks into the noodles.

Sana watched him as she does the same, waiting for him to take a taste.

Too desirous for his hangover to leave. Jungkook hastily took a bite and slurped down the noodles. He knitted his eyebrows together, not attaining any flavor nor the sense of taste of the food.

But it was just a matter of seconds, he felt his whole taste buds getting demolished from the pungent taste of the killer noodles.