Eunhye

Don't judge me! I was worried about Jungkook.

Did I say something?

He just got up and left...

Why do I think it's about me?

It's a 99% chance it's not me.

It's not me.

Soon after, Jin and J-hope run after Jungkook.

"E-Excuse me, I have to use the restroom." I stand up and walk to the door Jungkook exited out of.

I follow the voices and come across the dressing room.

Jungkook.....WAS talking about me.

Jungkook

"Please don't jump out the window."

Eunhye was standing at the doorframe with a small pout on her face.

"Uh! Wow! I look so good right now. J-hope let's go take some pictures." Jin grabs J-hope's hand and runs out of the room.

I was burning up inside.

You could cook bacon on my stomach.

"I-I-I-uh, wh-what yo-you heard...um...tha-that was u-uh you-yo-you heard th-that much? Did-uh-Didn't you?" I stand up and avoid eye contact with her.

"I heard everything." She says in almost a whisper.

Crap.

"Oh. Yo-You did. Aha...uh...you s-see uh I was....um I-I was-"

Eunhye came closer and pushed herself against me for a hug.

A hug.

The feeling of so much weight just left me and I never felt so happy.

I hugged her back with the same amount of force.

She looked at me with obvious tear lines.

"You could've just told me, you big dummy." She laughs joyfully and hugs me again.

I laugh too.

"I actually like this way better."

Eunhye

He said he was in love.

I couldn't hold myself back.

Jungkook pulls away with a red hot face.

"I li-like you, Eunhye." He admits while obviously debating on whether or not he should take my hands.

I laugh heartily and hold his sweaty hands. "I like you a lot too, Jungkook."

"Uh, Eunhye....would you...uh...would you like to be my....my uh..." Jungkook stuffers.

I giggle. "Say the word. You can do it."

He smiles shyly. "My girlfriend?"

I clap my hands like he just learned the alphabet. "Of course!"

He pulls me in for a hug.

•••••
2 weeks pass.....
•••••

Eunhye

"Why do you wait 2 weeks for me to meet your grandmother?" I ask while following him.

"I just...my grandmother is a...not normal person. She can embarrass me, confuse me. She has a surprising humor." Jungkook says while pouting.

"Awh. I have a grandpa like that. I can't wait until you get to meet him." I snuggle into his arm.

"Why don't we meet him first!?" Jungkook exclaims.

"We can't! Uh, I mean, he's working hard right now because it's almost the holidays." I scratch my head.

Jungkook chuckles. "Ok, ok, let's go see my grandma."

We enter the home and almost instantly, we hear yelling.

"JUNGKOOOOOOK! YOU'RE OUT WITHOUT YOUR JACKET! YOU DON'T GOT ARMS TO SHOW OFF THO-"

His grandmother waddles in with a jacket in her hands.

She stops when she sees me.

I smile and wave. "Hello."

"MY-" She starts choking up her words.

We rush over to her.

"My Jungkookie! You- Her-" His grandma looks at me and gasps.

"I told you about her already, Grammy." He whispers.

"I-I thought you were playing! You aren't and you really did manage to pull one in!" She screams happily and grabs my hands.

I bow down. "Nice to finally meet you."

"Agh! So nice to finally meet you too." She smiles warmly and pulls me into a hug.

I nervously laugh.

She pulls away. "I know Jungkook said things about me. I'm not bad, I'm real!"

Jungkook covers his red face.

I laugh. "I'm used to the energetic. I actually have a grandpa who's similar to you. Just lazier."

"Oh, so nice to meet people like you. Jungkook is smart inside. I BELIEVE!" The grandmother pats Jungkook's back.

"Yes....she's real, Grammy." Jungkook looks down shyly. "The girl from the café...."

"That's right. I talked about you before. What a coincidence." She moves a strand of hair away from my face.

"You have?" I tilt my head.

"I'LL TELL YOU! I just need to make some food!" She shakes her hands and runs out.

"Come on, I'll show you my art." Jungkook says proudly and grabs my hand.

"YOU BEST BE TALKING ABOUT THE ONE MADE OF PENS AND COLOR AND NOT THE OTHER KIND!" His grandmother shouts.

Jungkook stops and turns really red.

"That's...how I live." He mumbles.

I giggle. "You call your grandma 'Grammy'?"

He looks away. "O-Only once."

"Hah, it's cute, Jungkook." I pinch his cheek playfully.

He opens the door to his room and lets me in.

The walls were painted a deep blue with black aligning the carpet. The queen sized bed with all black bedding rested in the middle of the room with a white carpet underneath. A huge easel and a small easel stood by the window. A glass cabinet filled with paint, pastels, paintbrushes, water color, crayons, markers, pens, and pencils. A desk on the other side had notebooks, notepads, construction paper, colored paper, more drawing utensils covered the desk. Some obviously handmade paintings were framed and hung up in a simple pattern above the bed, along with what I'm guessing is a family portrait.

One thing that stood out to me what the trashcan overfilling with crumbled up pieces of paper, empty paint cans, and work out brushes.

I never would've thought he was this serious about art.

"It's my little art workshop too." Jungkook chuckles.

"How do you paint in your room? What about the mess that might happen? The smell! I can't even paint my nails without worrying about the toxic smell." I ask.

"After painting for more than 10 years, you get used to it. I also open a window. And I don't spill...." Jungkook winks.

"Wow..." I smile. "I already love your room."

"Ah, don't mind this mess...I'm painting desperately. For this one project I'm working on." Jungkook closes the door behind us.

"For school?"

"No...for my parents. Myself actually." He explains hesitantly.

"Tell me about it."

"I'm trying to figure it out before my parents come for the holidays."