Falling for my little devil💕

Chapter 7

Jimin woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside his window, the soft morning light spilling into his room. He stretched lazily, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before slipping out of bed. It was a weekend, meaning he could take things slow today. After freshening up, he made his way downstairs, expecting to see Mrs. Jeon or Nina preparing breakfast.

But to his surprise, the kitchen was occupied by none other than Jeon Jungkook.

The alpha stood by the stove, wearing a loose white t-shirt and grey sweatpants, flipping pancakes like he did this every day. The scent of fresh coffee and syrup filled the air.

Jimin blinked. "Wait... you are cooking?"

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder and smirked. "Of course. I don't always rely on others, you know."

Jimin crossed his arms. "I find it hard to believe that the great Jeon Jungkook, who acts all tough, knows how to cook."

Jungkook scoffed. "I'm full of surprises, little omega. Sit down, and you'll see."

Jimin hesitated before settling into a chair, watching Jungkook work. The alpha moved with ease, flipping the golden-brown pancakes onto a plate. He poured some fresh juice and set everything in front of Jimin before sitting down himself.

Jimin took a bite and his eyes widened. "This is amazing!"

Jungkook smirked, clearly proud of himself. "Told you."

Jimin pouted. "Ugh. Why are you good at everything?"

Jungkook chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "I have my ways."

They continued eating, teasing each other over small things. The morning was filled with lighthearted banter and laughter.

After breakfast, they both returned to their rooms.

An hour passed, and Jimin lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

He was bored.

Rolling onto his stomach, he checked his phone. No interesting messages, no plans, nothing.

He frowned. "What is Jungkook doing?"

Curiosity getting the better of him, Jimin got up and tiptoed toward Jungkook's room. He gently pushed the door open and peeked inside.

Empty.

Jimin tilted his head. Where did he go?

Just then, he heard a rhythmic sound coming from another part of the house—thump, thump, thump.

His ears twitched. The gym.

Excited, Jimin made his way toward the gym, slowly peeking through the glass doors.

And oh, what a sight.

Jungkook was hanging from a pull-up bar, his muscles flexing as he lifted himself effortlessly. His tank top barely covered his toned body, and the sweat running down his arms made everything so much better.

Jimin gulped.

Why does he look like a freaking action movie hero?

His eyes were glued to the alpha, appreciating the way Jungkook moved. But then—

"Enjoying the view?"

Jimin froze.

Jungkook was smirking down at him, still hanging from the bar, amusement clear in his eyes.