Chapter 6


    "Why are you following me? It''s annoying." I clicked my tongue to emphasise the point. Jungkook


    remains unfazed at my words, silently walking beside me with his hands tucked neatly in the pockets of


    his fancy jacket. asionally, he would whistle, nce at me secretly, all the while kicking some rocks


    along to my side to gain my attention.


    I would realize how much our attires differed. While I adorned my cool ass bohemian sweatpants going


    grocery shopping with my mom''s slippers, he''s the exact opposite. Jungkook wore expensive clothes,


    and his shoes looked brand new, even. I just cringed whenever he stepped onto the dirty surface, the


    soles of his new shoes must be filthy now.


    Pairs of eyes were fixed onto us. I must look like someme mom bringing her kid to the supermarket.


    "Can I taste your cookingter?" Jungkook''s face popped up right in front of me, causing me to stop in


    rm. He was leaning down, his face inches apart from mine. My eyes darted to the lollipop he was


    sucking , his lips dyed red and glossy.


    He had taken off his jacket, and it was hung over his shoulders. I absolutely, 100% did not notice the


    flexed biceps under his white shirt as he stretched his arm.


    "And why do you think you have the privilege to taste my food?" I retorted, hiding my flusteredness


    under my pokerface. Jungkook''s reddish lips curved up into a smirk, and he stands upright, eyes still


    locked intently on mine. He wastes no time intertwining his hands into mine, dragging me along the


    path.


    "Let go, you Jungfuck" I struggled under his grasp, but he held on firmly. Eventually I gave up and


    followed him obediently, his slight chuckles sending a few more butterflies into my stomach.


    "I haven''t eaten homecooked food in a while," Jungkook shoots me a pleading look. "Please feed me?"


    "Ugh, okay okay. But promise to never bother me after this!" I agreed reluctantly, storming off with the


    grocery basket in my hands. Jungkook walked eagerly behind me, all the while with a wide grin.


    "I''ll help you" he offers, leaning from behind my back and reaching towards my hand. My heart stopped


    temporarily as he back hugged me, our bodies pressed together for an agonizing second before he


    takes away the basket of ingredients.


    "What are you making?" the corners of his lips turned up when he observes the blush on my cheeks.


    "....pasta." I replied quietly, turning away to avoid his staring. Shit, this is harder than I thought.


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    "Is anybody at home?" He asks, bending down to take off his sneakers. I kicked off the slippers in a


    unsightly motion, one of them sent flying to the end of the entrance.


    "It''s just you and me." I ced the grocery bags on the coffee table. Jungkook''s eyes lit up at my


    words, and he seemed to be in a very good mood.


    "Isn''t this like a.....date?" Jungkook approaches me who was standing behind the kitchen counter. He


    leans forward, elbows propped on the counter and facing me. "Like a date at home, cooking


    together....those sort of things."


    "Juanfuck, the people involved have to like each other, and I don''t like you. So no, this is not a date." I


    answered nonchantly, starting the fire stove. Jungkook remains amused at myebacks.


    "Would you stop staring?" I red at him, a knife held up in my hand. He was taken aback for a


    moment, but the yful expression returns again.


    "You look good in an apron. It''s not my fault" he scans me from top to bottom.


    "Do me a favour and go y around the house or something, alright? Or else I''ll cook a te of shit for


    you" I threatened him. Jungkook frowns, but obediently listens. My eyes followed his figure as he


    disappears out of the kitchen, and the relief calms me.


    I didn''t want to admit, but this boy has his way with me. Somewhat or another, he is strangely


    convincing, and he makes me feel emotions I''ve never dealt with before. My mind is now upied with


    thoughts of Jungkook, while stirring the curry in the pot. He''s not a bad guy....I think.


    And then it hit me. It was LAUNDRY DAY.


    "FUCK!" I whispered-screamed to myself in horror, turning off the stove and ripping my apron off. My


    legs took me as fast as I could and I barged into my bedroom, only to find Jungkook standing there, his


    back facing me.


    And scattered on top of my bed, were all my polkadot underwear.Content held by N?velDrama.Org.