"Any time anyone looks at you, or speaks to you, I'm jealous. I need all your minutes, and all your words. I want all of you, all the time."

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I shift on my soft mattress, feeling myself slipping out of my beauty sleep as hazy ring echoes in my ears. I sigh in my sleep as the ringing gets clear by every second passing. Slowly, my body gets to its senses and i recognize that it's my phone, making all this irritating noise.

Groaning, with my eyes still closed, i search around the bed and then at the table to find my phone. When i finally found it, i open my greasy eyes. The morning haziness doesn't help my already half blind eyes as i try to see who's calling me.

I don't bother much and just pick the call up. Putting it to my ear, i hear a soft and manly voice from the other end.

"Good morning, my princess. I hope you're up," the man speaks.

"Dad...," i groan. It must be sunday today that my parents are calling me, But they don't call me this early. Why today?

"Hm. I suppose you indeed were sleeping, guessed it when you didn't reply to my good morning message," Dad chuckles from the other side.

"Why are you calling me so early today?" i say and shift on the bed.

"Early? it's noon, princess," my dad laughs on the other side.

My eyebrows squint. Did i sleep that long? Rubbing my eye with my one hand, i stretch on the bed.

Just when i stretched, i immediately regretted. A jab of pain runs from my middle to whole of my body and my eyes snap open. 

My mouth almost screamed out at the pain screaming through my muscles. The shallow breathes hitch in my throat, as the memories of last night floods my mind.

Grunts, groans, moans, pleads, screams, whines and whimpers cloud of mind.

My mouth cups my mouth at the realisation of what actually happened last night. The reason why my muscles are sore as hell, why i can't practically feel myself down there and why am i actually sleeping till noon?

Oh god.

Oh my holy mother.

"Hana?" my father's voice from other side calls me and i gulp.

My face feels hot as i flip onto my stomach. My face buries into the pillow which was under my head. It's now that i register that i'm wearing just my long t shirt which has also ridden up. I don't even feel panties underneath. 

"Hm," i hum, feeling butterflies in my stomach. Whatever the fuck happened last night?!

I sigh,"I was studying late at night, dad."

That's the only reason i can give. How can i ever tell him what happened last night honestly? It isn't like they won't support my relationship. They'd be actually elated to see me finally do stuff like normal college students since i've been almost alone whole my life. But what happened last night was different. It was sudden like always when it comes to Jungkook, plus i don't even know what to call this that we have.

"Oh yes, your mid sems must be around the corner. Don't stress much, ok?" he prompts.

"Sure dad," i groan and sit up, biting my lip to not let out any embarrassing sound because of how sore my body feels.

"Yeah, your mom was hitting me up again and again to tell you to visit home after your tests. It's your birthday and she wants you to celebrate it with us like always," he puts the main thing forward.

Well my birthday is in three weeks with the mid sems in less than two weeks. I don't have much plans for my birthday to be honest. I used to get excited for them when i was little, always had this little fantasy to celebrate it with all my friends but since i was practically friend-less, i lost interest in them.

In high school, after i met Da Eun and Jae, they made it their mission to give me biggest surprise parties for my birthday. They would come to my house and celebrate my birthday with my parents. It was fun, but not as interesting for me. It's the same right now too.

Maybe my friends are already thinking about something. I have no idea. So for now i have literally zero plans for my birthday except tons of thank yous that i have to say with fake smiles to people. 

"Ok, dad. I'll think about it and tell you," i say.

"Yup. Oh, here's your mom. Talk to her," he says and puts the phone on speaker as i hear mom's sweet voice.

"Hi, Hana," she speaks, her voice sweet like caramel.

I can already imagine how dad must be looking at her with hearts in his eyes. For last eighteen years, i've seen them being so in love that it almost gave me illusion that love is actually like this, sweet and pure.

They've gone through every ups and downs together ever since they met in university which is the same in which i'm studying right now. Mom has always had attachment to this uni, which is why i wanted to be here too. Not my fault that i thought of this as a fairytale place because of all the love moments she used to tell me.

"Hello, mom," i smile.

"Oh honey, i miss you so much and it has only been two months and a few days since you left," she coos.

"I miss you too, mum, but you know gotta live," i thin my lips.

"Yeah, and you decided to live miles away from us. We could've shifted together and lived happily while you do your uni life," she says the same thing to me for the hundredth time and i again suppress myself from saying something hurtful.

I loved being with my parents but it gave me expectations. Like them sitting and listening to me all the time, or always sticking to me when i was at home, or practically not leave me alone to my mind. This all was impossible considering both of them work.

Being away from them and living alone stripped me away from those expectations. It feels a little peaceful, and i feel less left out.

I sigh,"Well, dad told me about your wish on my birthday."

I divert the topic and they sensed it from the other side considering the sudden silence that fell over us, but don't pick on it.

"Yes, honey. I want you here with us on your birthday," she confirms.

"Ok, i'll be there but i'll tell you about my schedule in a few days," i tell the same thing to her.

She hums, and says," Bring your girlies with you too, i miss them too. Also bring your boyfriend too."

I almost hum but then squint my eyes.

"I don't have any boyfriend, mom," i roll my eyes and hear my parents laugh frm the other side, making me slightly smile too.

"Damn, i'm hurt that you're hiding stuff from us, princess," dad prompts.

"Dad!" i whine, not believing him also siding mom.

"What? You think we don't know how much you can study at night, darling?" mom teases.

Well yes. It's practically impossible for me to stay awake past 12 and yesterday too, i was done before midnight. I could've been sleeping early if it weren't for him.

"Well, i studied a lot last night," i reason out immediately, not adding to their suspicion.

"I really have to beat his guts for making my princess lie to me like this," dad speaks, his tone playful.

"Dad!" i again scold him.

"You're not denying, Hana. There is a man," mom jumps in.

"Or maybe a woman? Is that why you're not telling us? You know we'll support you either way, right?" dad asks.

"I told you there's no one," i lie, "And I'm straight, dad."

"Hm, so there is a man," dad hums and I hear a playful slap from their side, making me think mom probably slapped his bicep like she always does when she finds him practically unbelievable.

Mom says," It's ok, honey, we'll wait for you to tell us yourself."

I don't say anything. This is actually so complicated so i end the conversation.

"Ok so, i think i should get up now," i insist.

"Sure, darling. We'll talk later," mom says.

"Tell that man to be ready for a few punches for stealing my princess away from me," Dad speaks.

"Jiho!" my mom scolds my dad and then the line went off.

I laugh out softly. Putting my phone on the side, i stretch my arms, moaning out at the soreness. 

The lower  part of me doesn't even feel like it's there. It's obvious by the way he took me the whole night.

I thought that he would do it once, or at most twice considering I was a virgin but he didn't rest, making me feel that i completely underestimated him.

 The only time he stopped was between rounds to let me catch a breath and drink water as he wanted me to stay hydrated.

Otherwise, he was like some beast on heat. Different angles, he tossed me around the bed every now and then handling me like he wanted to.

I lost the count of orgasm after first three I guess, it was impossible to catch up with him. I've cum more than him that's for sure, and that's why I was exhausted as hell till the time it ended probably near dawn. Then I just passed out, quite literally.

I'm glad he didn't wake me up after passing out, I thought he would. Instead I remember him picking me up to the bathroom. I think he washed me before putting me to bed, my body doesn't feel sticky and I'm glad.

I sigh heavily when my mind tells me that I'm no longer a virgin.

Oh my holy mother...

I'm not a virgin anymore.

It doesn't feel normal at all, i mean it's not abnormal either. It's just different- a good different. Although i was gasping for air all the time, i still loved that my first time was this fantastic.

I enjoyed every bit of it. More than the pleasure, i loved the skin to skin contact of us. It was almost as if we were molded into one. It felt like birth of a new star- mystical at first, filthy while doing it.

I bite my lip, suppressing a smile as i shift on the bed to get out of the covers. My muscles scream in soreness, i'll have to do something with this. 

I again feel so bad on the fact that he isn't here. I didn't expect something very much romantic from him, but just wanted to wake up in his arms the morning after. I think i romanticized it too much, but isn't it unfair?

I stand up and walk towards the bathroom thinking about this. What if now that his purpose is done, he'll move on like he never met me? What if i'm just used? 

Another example is the long list of girl...?

Thousands of questions sprout inside me, making it hard for me to ignore it all as i enter the bathroom. My stomach constricts and i knew i needed to pee. As i cursed under my breathe to walk further, my gaze lands on the corner of the bathroom.

The bed sheet that was on my bed last night is crinkled up there, probably for wash-up. Jungkook must've taken it off to change it with a new bedsheet. It must be dirty with sweat, cum and... my blood.

A chill runs down my spine. Of course, i did bleed last night. I don't know how much though. Well, it takes nothing to see it now. I hope it wasn't much.

I pick the light pink bedsheet and try to open it up from the crinkled up bundle. When it comes undone, the sight almost scared me, as goosebumps cover my skin from head to toe.

Oh my holy mother...

There aren't just drops of blood, there is a patch. It's kind of smudged too, making it appear even bigger. This is the second time i'm seeing blood on my sheets after the night i started my period. This almost appear bigger than that though.

I sigh, feeling tingles in the pit of my stomach at the memories of last night again. I almost can't believe it happened, but it actually did. I can still feel his skin on me, his cock ramming into me literally tearing me apart and now i feel like if i take more than a few steps, my limbs will fall off like some damaged robot.

Last night was a painful bliss for sure.

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I step out of the bathroom, and open my closet to take out some panties to wear. I was cleaned up, very embarrassingly clean even before i woke up so it didn't take much time. The t shirt was just fine, i only needed panties to cover my unnecessary nakedness.

As i open the closet, the first thing i see is the leather jacket of Jungkook. I was wearing it when he pissed me off with his "i-don't-do-girlfriends" speech in his car. Literally fuck that jerk for now. He literally just left like that.

I sigh, ignoring it along with the white towel that's kept under the jacket. It's also his, the first thing i have of him.

I just put on some panties after picking up one, and then hear my stomach grumble. I need food. So, i decided to go to the kitchen after picking my phone up. Let's see the tons of notifications.

There are quite a few today including chats, likes and comments from my instagram and a few emails, but the most prominent one sits on the top that said thejeon.jungkook mentioned you in their story. What?!

My  stomach sinks as I immediately click on it and my eyes almost bulge out. What in the hell?! 

It's a photo of us. I'm sleeping, my head laying on his naked tatted chest. I don't even sleep this close to anyone, i hate sleeping so tight but here it doesn't look like it. My face isn't visible though, the photo is from upper angle. My hair on the top of my head, the slight bridge of my nose, his tattooed chest and the window and the wall of my room is visible in the photo.

The tag isn't visible in the story though. So, his followers can only see me but wouldn't know it's me unless someone knows me from close enough and has been in my room. There's a slight text on the end of the photo that says 'mine'. 

With my phone in my hands, looking at the photo, i step out of the room to go downstairs. The story was posted recently, it shows 2 minutes ago. This is downright crazy. He hasn't shown me, but now his followers know that there is someone who he claims. It might piss many girls in his followers list, maybe boys too. Why would he do this? Does he not like the crazy fame around him?

As i step down the stairs, a sizzling sound reaches my ears. I look up and then delicious smell of something being cooked reaches my nostrils. Is someone cooking in my kitchen?

I feel buzzing in my phone to see a few messages incoming, but before i could open the phone again to see them, my phone switches off showing battery has run out. Well, shit. But this isn't my bigger concern right now.

I fastly skip down the stairs. When i reach the last stair, i look towards the kitchen, almost getting a hot nosebleed.

Jungkook's there. In the kitchen, cooking. He was here the whole time I was cursing him for leaving after fucking the daylights out of me? On top of that, he's making food for us?

Butterflies tingle in my stomach, and I stand tall and proud in front of my conflicting brain. He's here at least, and it's kind of romantic again. A small smile plays on my lips, feeling warm in my chest.

I can see his bare torso from behind, back muscles so taut and flexing as he whisks whatever is in the bowl in his hold. He's wearing an apron though, the string is tied behind his waist tightly. He's wearing his sweatpants but his feet are bare. He looks so tempting, so raw. His soft hair bounces slightly as he fastly whisks the thing.

As if he sensed me standing by the stairs looking at his beautiful glory, he turns his head around to look at me. He smiles softly at me, though his eyes rake down my body. When his eyes reaches mine again, there's a dark glint in them. The glint that showed that he loved last night, and he'll do it over and over again, maybe wants to do it right now too.

"Good morning, my peach," he says, a tinge of mockery in it. I know he knows it's afternoon, but it's just me who woke up this late, well not my fault.

I suppress a grin, "Good morning."

"Did you sleep well?" he asks, getting back to his work, stirring something in the pan.

I hum and walk towards him. I want to see what he's cooking for us.

Delicious smell courses through the whole place. The thing he's whisking was just him mixing egg with some vegetables. I guess he'll make some omelets from this, and in pan, I think it's some soup. It's smell is so strong, and my stomach grumbles to taste it right now.

"What soup is this?" I ask him, standing behind his tall built.

He looks back and down at me. His raven soft hair shadowing his face slightly. His face is glowing differently for someone who's cooking. It's not like I can't cook. I can make enough dishes for survival but it's just that, I don't actually enjoy cooking much. It's more of a necessity. But Jungkook looks like he's doing his most favorite thing.

I look up at him, into his eyes waiting for the answer before I actually start getting hot and bothered in his presence.

"It's some soup I learnt recently to help from muscles soreness. It's for you," he answers me, stirring the pan once again.

I flush red as I look at the soup. Well, my muscles are sore because of whatever happened throughout the night, but I didn't actually expect him to be this thoughtful.

I clear my throat, easing the sudden dryness in my throat. It's not something to shy about. He's the one who did this to me, it's actually good he's making up to this. Too gentleman behavior for someone I thought was a bad boy and would leave me after having his way with me.

"Mm, what can I help you with?" I ask, diverting the conversation.

"Right now, my peach, the only help you can do is to sit down. I'll do it, you still need rest," he says and I blush again.

Why does this feel so domestic?

I just nod, all flushed. He doesn't look at me, buttering the pan for omelet. I fiddle with the hem of my T shirt and walk towards the fridge to drink some juice, for my burning throat. Opening it, i find the bottle there which i picked up immediately.

I drink down the liquid from it, easing down the dryness in my throat when i remembered something.

"Jungkook?" i call him and he hums, engrossed in flipping the omelet.

"We... didn't use protection last night," i tell him.

"Yeah, i know you're on pills," he says and i squint my eyes.

"How do you know that?" i ask him, don't tell me he's keeping eyes on my medical records too now.

"I take my stalking job very seriously. And don't worry about STI's, i've always used condoms before and i get the check up regularly," he tells me and turns around to smirk at me.

I walk near him, on his side to lean by the kitchen counter with the bottle of juice in my hand.

"But why did you not use it with me? Is it because i was a virgin?" i ask him, gulping another chug down.

He hums," Yes. I am the only one who has fucked that tight pussy of yours, and i wanted to feel every inch of it."

I look at his face and he looks at mine. It's crazy how he says the most downright deranged things so easily. My core clenches at the unwanted imagery he just gave me and i slightly cough while looking away.

He gets back to work, and the silence eats me alive and it only had been just a few seconds. So, i start a conversation again. 

"Do you do that a lot? Stalking stuff?" i ask him, having this conversation like it's the most normal thing ever.

"For my missions, i have to, but for you i wanted to," he tells me, assembling the ready omelet on the plate, and then started readying the second batter for omelet.

"And what about those girls you messed around with?" i ask him, feeling tinge of jealousy that there were girls in his life before me.

"I never wanted to, my peach. No one has ever interested me like you did," he answers and i pout, thinking.

"And Mia...?" my talk goes back to the one name again.

Well yeah, i'm still pissed at the thought of him leaving me that night for some other girl. Call it jealousy or insecurity, he should've cut her phone off. 

He sighs, then turns to me. I gulp, straightening up in my position. He looks at me with almost no expression as he nears me pinning me by the kitchen counter. I press my back against the marble, memories of last night in here clouds my mind.

He keeps both his hands on my waist to lift me up from my feet, making me gasp out and hold his shoulders. He settles between my thighs, making me sit on the table and then makes me looking at his face by grabbing my jaw with his one hand, while the other stayed on my waist.

We're so close right now. Even after breaking through the boundries recently, i still feel shy at the closeness. I can feel my cheeks heat up at the proximity. His breathes mingle with my own in a way that i no longer know if i'm breathing in air or him.

"Listen to me very carefully, baby," he traces my waist over the t shirt softly, and i resist the urge to clench my bare thighs around him.

"There is no other girl, not even Mia. I broke off whatever we had yesterday, she was just my sex partner. I hadn't even met her for last three months," he tells me, while staring into my eyes, urging me to believe him.

"Is that what i am too? Your next sex partner?" i ask him, with heavy heart preparing itself for any unwanted answer.

He squints his eyes, "Is that what you want us to be? Sex partners?"

I shrug, "You said you don't do girlfriends."

"Well, for you i would. If you want us to date, i'll be your boyfriend. I just want you for me and me alone," he tells me, leaving my jaw, and keeping that hand on my bare thigh.

"I want you for myself alone too then," i tip my chin up, heart roaring against my chest.

He chuckles, "I'm yours, my little lioness. Be my girlfriend."

My lips part in disbelief as i ask, "Are you asking me out?"

"If this is what asking someone out is, then yes, i am," he answers. This is probably the first time he's doing this and i feel nice to know that i'm his first girlfriend.

"Fine. But what if you find someone better than me?" i ask.

I know it's stupid, no one should stay stuff like this when someone had just asked them out but my brain wants reassurance from time to time. I've always thought i'm not very easy to date. I'm always insecure, always have trust issues and will always doubt stuff.

But Jungkook makes me feel safe. He knows my problems and he has never flipped me off. I will fully trust him soon, i hope, but for now i need words of assurance. So that if something bad happens, my brain again won't put the whole blame on me and make me a suicidal wreck.

Jungkook doesn't say anything, he just gets close to me till our noses are touching. I almost leaned in to brush my lip against him, but i stick to my place not trying to look any desperate while literally voicing out my insecurity.

"It's crazy how you have no idea how obsessed i actually am to you," he mumbles against my lips as his hands enters past the hem of my t shirt.

The hot and rough flesh of his hands traces my soft, sensitive skin on the thighs first. Then they move upwards towards my stomach, erupting goosebumps everywhere he touches me. I give out a breathless whimper against his touch, when he speaks again.

"Or maybe i'm not showing you enough, isn't it, peach?"

"Kook," i sigh out.

"Fuck, you calling me out like that would be a death of me one day," he growls as he takes my lips in his.

As he enters his tongue inside my mouth, everything suddenly shattered around us. A loud bang on my door, followed by the sound of someone barging in from there echoes through the whole house and i basically shuddered in his arms.

A very familiar figure barges inside my house, wearing all black like a friend of mine. Her black hair are messily tied behind her head, her facial expression is all baffled and panicked. She looks around.

"Hana, are you ok?! Why the fuck is your phone switched-" she cuts off as her gaze lands towards the open kitchen and then at me, kissing Jungkook.

"...off." Jae completes, completely struck at her place.

I immediately panic and in a fraction of second, push Jungkook's body away from mine. He doesn't budge from his place, but thankfully his lips were off mine. As i'm still processing this, a smaller figure enters the house behind her.

"Fuck whoever has parked that ugly ass harley in front of this house, i almost tripped because of the silencer and fall!" Da Eun's distant voice reaches my ears, she's cursing while still being outside and it's loud enough for us to hear.

But then, her voice becomes clear as hell too as she enters my house, "Where the fuck are you, bitch? Jae, let's find that traitor hoe."

She says all this while looking up the stairs where my room is, her gaze hasn't fallen on us yet. Well not until Jae holds her hand to stop her small body to scramble towards my room because the real show is going on here, in the kitchen.

"What?" Da Eun whines as Jae makes her look towards us in the kitchen where i'm still struggling to get Jungkook off me.

Da Eun's gaze lands on us, her expression changes in a split second as she looks at me on the counter, my face as red as tomato by now, with half naked Jungkook in front of me, thankfully with an apron, and his hands inside my t shirt. 

I'm fucked.

"Oh," was all Da Eun could say, as the next question comes from Jungkook.

"Did you just call my Harley ugly?"

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I steal glances at my best friends and then at Jungkook who's cooking the omelet like nothing big happened. Well, it might not be for him but it is for me.

 Especially when these two pair of eyes are gawking at me like i just committed homicide and they are the reporters here to cover my speech.

We're in the couch area of the apartment which is right next to the kitchen. I can see Jungkook cooking, giving zero fucks about this. He insisted that I need to eat, and I am super hungry too. I think the soup is almost ready.

My best friends are sitting in front of me, looking at me for explanation but I don't know what to say.

"So," Jae breaks the silence luckily, "How long has this been going on?"

"Tell honestly," Da Eun warns and I nod, clearing my throat.

"Um, since the party we went to in Jungkook's house," I tell them, which is almost true.

I'm not going to tell them about him breaking into my house in a ghost face mask because after that I was terrified and insisted to stay with them. I'll end up worrying them, and how would I actually explain that the same person that scared me those days is the one I'm doing dirty stuff with?

"I knew it! I literally told Jae there was something wrong with you after the party," Da Eun almost yells out.

"You could've told us, Hana," Jae says.

"I wanted to, but Da Eun literally had crush on him at that time. And everything happened so fastly after that night, I myself felt too caught up in it, and I didn't want you to feel bad because of me. I felt guilty...," I tell them honestly, looking at Da Eun

" Oh Hana, you know that crush was nothing but a silly little thing. You know how I crush on after second boy I find good looking, "she explains, making me feel less guilty.

" I know, I just didn't want the possibility of you actually having a crush on him break this friendship. I felt guilty until you admitted it yourself, but after that I never had the right opportunity to say it all. Also I didn't know what him and I had back then, "I sigh.

" Wait, aren't you guys dating?" Jae asks, confused. Her black eyes boring into mine with worry.

" We are, now. It was a little complicated till yesterday, " I answer.

" Wait. So like Jungkook is your boyfriend?!" Da Eun made it sound like it's impossible, which it is maybe.

" Um yeah?"

"Damn! But I thought he doesn't actually date and stuff," she gasps.

"I've heard from quite a few girls how he uses them and toss around. It's actually unbelievable. I think you should be careful, Hana," Jae concerns, which isn't wrong. I've heard all those girls too.

"Yeah but, Jae, like you said, he uses and toss around but look at him. He's here, cooking for her. It's kinda sweet," Da Eun coos and I blush.

"Also that reminds me, did you guys do nasty last night?" Da Eun whispers, smirking.

"Read the room, girl, she literally couldn't walk straight for a total of ten steps," Jae snickers.

I playfully slap her shoulder, whisper shouting her name, feeling my cheeks getting red.

"What the fuck? You're blushing!" Da Eun gasps, "This is such a rare sight!" she wipes her non existent tears, dramatically and we laugh out.

"No but seriously, Hana, if he tries to leave you in pieces, I'll kick his balls and then snap his neck in half with my master karate skills," Jae says, always thinking of violence. Typical her.

"I don't think that would happen though. This is actually different, guys," I tell them.

They look at me, Jae smiling but Da Eun rolls her eyes. I know why she did that, her past hasn't been very good with boys either to be honest. If I were her, I would've never thought of dating again.

" Well, my love, I hope you know that we are here. I can't believe you kept us in dark. I don't know if we would've ever known about this if it wasn't for me following Jungkook on insta. I saw his story and knew it was your place, and that head was yours," Da Eun assures me.

I remember those nights when I was a crying mess and it was them who held me at that time. I used to lay my head in their lap and sleep. It felt good, because they never asked me unnecessary questions.

I hum and smile.

" Also, " Da Eun gets closer to me whispering, "Is he actually big dick energy?"

"Da Eun!" Jae scolds her and I laugh out.

"What! Didn't we promise to share details if anyone of us ended up losing their virginity first," she reasons out.

"Well, that was just a joke, for fuck's sake," Jae scolds her again, and Da Eun sulks.

"Hana, you should eat," Jungkook's raspy voice flows through the playful atmosphere, making a chill run down my spine. It's crazy the effect he has on me.

"Oh yeah, leave the tray here, and you can go," Da Eun speaks and Jungkook gives her a bored look, like a grump.

"I'm not going anywhere until she eats," he reasons and walks towards us.

"Chill, dude, I know you cooked especially for this beautiful lady here but don't worry, we ate before we came. So, just go back home, we need to have girls talk," Da Eun tells him and turns towards me again.

"Get out of here," Jungkook orders, and my eyes widen. No, God.

Da Eun snaps her head back again to look at Jungkook standing there with his one hand holding the tray tightly and other hand in the pocket of his Grey sweatpants. He has worn his black T shirt after my friends made an appearance unannounced.

I know he wanted us to have our breakfast together. He was excited while cooking, making those omelets for us. I'm not mad at my friends for coming to my house like this, they do it often. It makes me content. But today the timing isn't good enough.

And here, Da Eun hates being ordered around. Not even the fact that the baddest news of our uni ordering her out scares her. His ordering voice scares me at times, but she's not me.

"You're no one to order me around like that. How about you get out of here?" Da Eun snaps.

Jae jumps in, reading the negativity, "It's OK, Da Eun. We should go-"

"No! He'll leave. Hana wants us here, not you," Da Eun says and I look at her. Please don't turn this situation to me. If she asks me stuff like this, I wouldn't have any answer.

"Stop being childish, let's go," Jae stands up, making Da Eun stand up with her.

Jae holds her hand to drag her with her, but Da Eun yanks her hand away.

"Don't you dare order me again," Da Eun says, she totally despise being ordered around. I know it, even we avoid it.

Da Eun is the shortest in us, while Jae is the tallest. It almost feels laughable at how her shorter frame is warning Jungkook's big one. I stand up to walk to stand next to her, warning Jungkook with my eyes to stay shut.

He doesn't.

"Do you think a midget like you scares me?" he scoffs darkly.

OK, second thing that Da Eun despises is someone making fun of her height. She isn't very short but is very petite. The most petite from us three. This is why she has always been an eye candy to boys.

But someone mocking her gets on her nerves. I look at her as her face turn red with something in between embarrassment and rage. I fear she might blow up.

"Well, a man with no upper lip doesn't scare me either!" she answer back.

"Da Eun!" it's me who scolds her right now as a low snort of Jae reaches my ears. I look at her as she covers her mouth to not laugh out.

"What! He started it! Don't tell me you're siding him now!" she yells me.

"You're not going to talk to my girlfriend like that," Jungkook speaks and I close my eyes.

"Oh wow," Da Eun bitterly scoffs," Well, she is our best friend first. You don't tell me what to do when I've been with her since years. You just popped out of nowhere like some gross insect"

"Don't act like you weren't down bad flat for me a few weeks ago," Jungkook answers back.

Da Eun's eyes bulge out and so does mine. He shouldn't have shown his stalker tendencies here!

Da Eun looks at me and I shake my head telling her that I didn't tell him. Her hot flushed face with rage shows clear discontentment. Well I didn't want the first meet and greet of my boyfriend and friends to be like this, but here we are.

"Let's go, Da Eun. Hana, we'll catch up later, OK?" Jae grabs fuming Da Eun's hand and drags her with her.

"You're an asshole," she curses Jungkook, reaching the door.

"The only one being ass right now is you with your pathetic comebacks," Jungkook puts petrol in the fire.

"What-"

"Hush , Da eun!" Jae scolds but she continues to curse under her breathe as she's dragged out of the door.

This has to be the worst meeting I've ever seen in my life. I don't think she likes him anymore. She was actually taking his side a few minutes back. I sigh and look at Jungkook with the tray still in his hand.

"Well, your soup," he speaks, the disappeared smile appears on his face again.

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Something wholesome?

~Aster🌸