Lisa's pov~

Was I dreaming?

Surely that wasn't Jungkook in front of me?
I rubbed my eyes.

None doing. He still sat there with a stupid grin directed at my mom.

I cleared my throat and they both looked at me at the same time, like puppets.

Did I wake up in a weird alternate universe?

"Oh, look. Ms. Sleepyhead is here. I didn't know I gave birth to a sloth. It's nearly noon, Lisa.", my mom ranted.

Nope. That's the same old lecture every morning.

"I..", I stuttered,still kinda disoriented. "W-What are you doing here?", I asked Jungkook.

He gave me the most adorably cute expression, blinking his eyes in clear confusion.

That's when I realised I had spoken in Thai.

"Lisa. Manners.", mom scolded.

I immediately switched to Korean, repeating my question.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I had a few days off."

And that was it, that was all the explanation he gave me. I frowned. A part of me wanted to grill him with questions but mostly I just wanted to run into his arms. But I couldn't in front of my mom.

My mom spoke up, flipping the pancakes on the skillet. "I recognised him from internet. He was the one who saved you from the crowd. So when he showed up at the doorstep I couldn't not let him in. He saved my daughter. Plus, I like his group's songs."

She proceeded to sing "Wonhae manhi manhi" in the most ridiculous off tune voice ever.

I died of embarrassment.

Jungkook doubled over laughing. And proceeded to cheer her on with hoots and clapped after her little impromptu performance. She did a bow.

Kill me now.

I hopped on one of the kitchen countertops as mom placed a plate full of buttery pancakes in front of Jungkook.

He smiled his bunny smile. "Thank you, Noona."

I choked on air. Noona?!

"Noona? Really?", I stared at him in disbelief.

Another cute confused expression. "What? She looks like your older sister."

I swear all moms have a radar when they're being complimented or something because the next thing she did was order me in a firm voice, "Translate please."

I did.

And she melted like the butter on top of the pancakes. "Awww. You sweet boy." Turning off the stove, she wiped her hands on a paper towel. "I'll let you two talk."

As she passed by me on her way out she whispered, "This one's a keeper, Lisa. Don't screw it up."

I smiled. "I won't."

After she left I turned to Jungkook.
"Hey."

Instead of replying to my silly greeting, he just patted his lap.

I jumped off the countertops and made my way towards him, settling on his lap as he spun the stool towards the table. Picking up the fork he cut a big bite of the delicious looking pancakes and held it up to my mouth. He spoke as I ate.

"Between all the practicing and recording for our comeback, our manager agreed to give us a two day break." He fed me another bite. "And I couldn't resist myself. I missed you."

I swallowed harshly. This all felt like a surreal dream. Him being here, me being with him and most of all him reciprocating the feelings I had for him. I couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop, life was never easy.

He caressed my forehead with gentle fingers, flicking my bangs to the side. "What's with the frown? You don't like me coming to see you? I know I shouldn't have interrupted your time with your parents-

"No. That's not it." I took the fork this time and fed him. He let me willingly. "I just- I still can't believe you actually came to see me. And don't worry about my parents. You said you have two days off. I'm staying here for one more week, so still got plenty of time with them."

He smiled teasingly. And I wanted to touch his bunny teeth.

What the heck! Weird thought.

His arms wrapped around my waist. "So. You wouldn't mind if I told you I have a lot of things planned already."

I raised an eyebrow. "A lot of things?"

"A lot of things."

"As like a date?"

"As like a date."

"I'm Lisa's slave."

"I'm Lisa's sla-what?!"

I laughed so hard I slipped off his lap and towards the ground. Wiping tears from my eyes, I wheezed out, "You said it!"

He gave me an unamused look, staring intensely into my soul.

"What?", I asked my laughter dying down at his expression. His was looking at something above my shoulder.

"Is that a cockroach on your shoulder?", he said in the most bored voice ever.

I snorted. "I'm not falling for that. Come up with something new."

He didn't say anything, just continued to stare at me with a blank expression.

I got nervous. And instinct won out as I turned my head to look at my shoulder.

Only to see two tiny antennas wiggling at me.

Letting out the most inhuman shriek of all time I flung myself to my feet. Jumping around the kitchen I begged, "Get it off me. Please get it off me now."

The bastard just laughed, looking at me like I was a circus monkey doing tricks for his amusement.

"Jungkook!"

"What?", he stated in a relaxed voice. While I was dying with fear of that thing crawling on my skin.

"Please. Get it off."

He sighed, like I'd just asked him to lift the Eiffel tower or something. Getting up lazily, he sauntered towards me. "Since you ask so nicely."

He picked up a paper towel from the counter. "Be still for a second." He inspected my back.
"Hmm. I don't see it. Did it crawl under your shirt?"

That ensued another round of wiggling and shrieking from me.

He laughed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Stay still."

He swiped something from below my shoulder blades and threw the tissue in the trash bin.

"It's gone."

I breathed a sigh of relief just as my mom barrelled into the kitchen. "What happened? I heard screaming."

I took a deep breath. "There was a cockroach on me and it..."

Her frown disappeared and she rolled her eyes, turning to exit the kitchen again.

Incredible parents I've got.

Jungkook chuckled. "I like your mom."

"Of course you do." Leaning against the breakfast table, I returned to the conversation we were having before. "I'm looking forward to what you've planned. But you need to tell me, how should I dress? Is it something formal? Casual?"

He looked at me with deep heavy lidded eyes, smirking as he said, "Surprise me."

Picking up his phone from the counter he headed towards the main door. "I'll pick you up at five. Don't be late."

And with that he was gone.

~

He gave me an incredibly difficult task. I lost count of how many outfits I changed, the clothes piling up all around my room.

Until I decided on one.

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So, I have something for you guys to make you more involved in the story.

Leave your suggestions for Lisa's outfit in the comment section, one that you think will surprise Jungkook the most.😉 You can even comment links to pictures of outfits she has already worn in real life. I'll choose one of them for the next chap and give credit.

Thanks for reading 💜