Jungkook pov

I practically dragged Jimin down the stairs. He let me though. He didn't complain once. He just shot Yoongi a sorry look before wrapping his arms around mine and trailing behind me.

I smiled to myself because of that. Knowing that he chose me so easily. Knowing he didn't mind me taking him from someone he use to like. It made my heart fill with excitement.

"Here" I pulled out his chair.

He sat down and looked at the sloppily made eggs. The yolk was running off the plate from the other end. Due to successfully flipping them, but unsuccessfully plating them. One was burnt, but I say it just gave him a pop of flavor. They also looked too salty, but I'm sure Jimin would joke that they take after me.

"Thanks, they look great" he shot me a genuine eye smile. No sarcasm laced in his voice.

And he ate them. He ate them quickly and with a smile on his face the whole time. And while I knew they probably were disgusting, he didn't seem to mind.

I smiled down at him. After his last bite he glanced up at me. Cheeks turning a bit red as he took his chopsticks out of his mouth and pushed the plate away from him.

"thanks again" he smiled.

For this while, jealousy blinded me. I'd forgotten all about my problems with Jimin for that slight moment. And just as that dawned on me, I stopped smiling at him. Looking away quickly as I cleared my throat.

"This changes nothing" I said lowly.

I walked past him. Leaving him down there on his own.

Park Jimin doesn't love me. Not really.