You stood in the kitchen, humming a tune while making french fries. Your hair were pulled up in a very messy bun, and by very messy I mean that it was just to keep your hair away from your face. You had pulled your cotton capris up to your thighs because you felt too hot, and your glasses rested at the bridge of your nose.

Someone knocked on the door making you frown. You remembered how last time Jungkook had knocked and the memory made you chuckle but then you shook it away before opening the door. "Yes?" You asked with the huge spoon in your hand and the guy in front of you raised his eyebrows before you rolled your eyes and shut the door on his face. Again.

Settling yourself, hair fixed, so were your capris, you finally opened the door again. "You need to stop that, you know right" Jungkook voiced out before entering. "It's not very welcoming" he said and you closed the door behind him. "Sorry. I'm just not used to idol visits at my home anytime they want to" you narrowed your eyes and he frowned at you playfully.

"I came here to talk. It's been more than a week since I wanted to do this" he coughed and you sighed. "Did you take the medicine?" He hmmed at your question and then casually sat on the sofa. "French fries?" You asked and he grinned, nodding at you.

After about eight minutes, you sat on the couch as well, adjacent to the man but kept a good distance between the two of you. You offered him the eatable and he happily munched on it before keeping his phone on the table which he'd been surfing on till the time you were in the kitchen. "So" you said, getting more comfortable. "Speak" you smiled and he looked at you before turning his head.

You waited for him to talk but it clearly took him a minute to gather his thoughts. "I wanted to say... Um... Is that... Hmmm.... I... Uh" He kept stuttering but you patiently waited, listening intently. It may be, a chance, that he was gonna finally agree on getting you a personal meet with Han Hyoo Joo. Hyu Joo. Hyo Joo. Whatever.

"Do you remember? My birthday evening?" He asked and you nodded. "Well the way you told me about me roaming around doing shit was totally not cool. And um... I-I really don't want anybody else to know about it..." He said and you frowned. "Yeah... T-that's it" he smiled nodding and you frowned even more. "Wait a second" you shook your head. "You came all the way.... to my home, just to tell me that you didn't want anybody to know that you were getting drunk in the middle of the day?" You asked, clearly astonished.

"Yup" he nodded and you rolled your eyes. "You could've texted me! Not like I didn't want you to come here or something" you quickly said before continuing trying not to sound rude. "But seriously? You could've trusted me. I made you an autistic and sneaked you into a taxi. I even put you back to your hotel room. Why would you think I'd tell anyone?" You asked, hiding your disappointment completely.

"Of course you wouldn't tell anyone" he smiled. "B-but you know... I was j-j-just talking about the other guys. The members and all. Don't even tell Taru. Can you do that for me?" He asked and you nodded. "Okay" you simply shrugged, grabbing a fry. "And what was with the text episode on saturday?" He asked and you giggled. "Jungkook, why did you lie to Taru about calling me over?" You asked instead and he raised a brow.

"And I can ask you the same question" he tilted his head. "Well..." You said, nervously looking away. "Taru was kinda... teasing me? I don't know. She was just saying weird things so I did it for a reason" you straightforwardly voiced but he didn't seem taken aback, in fact he nodded. "I know how she can be..." he sighed. "Well... but you didn't know her name was Tyla Stone?" You cheekily asked and he narrowed his eyes with a smile. You grinned before looking down again and silence surrounded the two of you once more.

"So... That's it!" He said, getting up. "Wanna drink coffee?" You asked and he shook his head. "I'm good." He said and stood for a second, glancing at you, then here and there. "There's something more, isn't it" you almost stated. He avoided your eyes but looked back at you. "Yeah... You're... You're right. There is more. But I just... Don't think it's the right time to tell you" he nervously sighed. You nodded. "Well.. what help can I offer? All I can say is that... You know my address!" You smiled. "Come over whenever you like..." You said and he nodded with a smile, walking towrds the door.

"Why don't you wear the ponytail?" he suddenly stopped before the door. You frowned with a questioning face. "It looks better on you... like that day on our date." he softly said, breathing out before pushing your glasses towards your eyes. You stared at his face when he smiled. "And these glasses are cute. Stop wearing contacts" You looked at him walk hastily, steps heavy but quick to walk away right after ordering you.

You leaned on your door, just wondering how you'd do with this crazy man. He was so deep and serious a minute before and out of nowhere, the ponytail? Lost in deep thoughts, yet you got startled out of nowhere when you heard a loud sneeze near the lift. You sighed, closing the door and calming your breaths. So many days and still he didn't fail to make you go mad when he's so close to you. Complimenting you, or smiling at you, heck even while talking to you. And hell broke loose when he pushed those glasses.

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