"OH M—" Jungkook covers his mouth with his hand.
The can exploded and all the sweet splashed my whole face.
"Jungkook. I am going to kill you," I glare at him with a death stare that I have never given him to anyone in my life. "I...It was an accident..." he bites his lips, which shows how obviously he's holding back from grinning. "Let me..."
He grabs a tissue out of a box that is laid on the coffee table and places one finger under my chin to raise my head up and wipe my face with it.
"Don't you dare laugh," I firmly let out at the sight of the boy's expression. "I'm trying. I'm so sorry Y/N," he smiles broadly and restrains his laughter that still left his mouth a second ago. I'm going to strangle him.
"Wash your hair and face before leaving," he passes the white tissue over my skin, and once he's done, he puts it down on the flat surface.
"I'll do it at my house, I need to clean what's left here," I stand up in order to end my job for today, but the boy grabs my wrist. "Why don't you stay a bit more?"
"Well...because I finished my work...like I do every day."
"Yeah, but we still have some time left before Yoongi comes back..." he doesn't let go of me, gazing into my eyes. "And what's the problem about the fact that he would be here?"
"I...nothing..." he rubs the back of his neck and drops his look down with his hand that had the same movement.
- Two days later -
"My strawberry!" he throws his arms around me and squeezes me like a squishy ball, with a giant smile upon his face. Is he that happy to see me?
"Calm down, boy. What's happening?" I hug him back to not seem too rude. "I missed you," he presses his lips on my forehead.
We should be fighting like we were doing every single day, when we were seeing each other for the first time, but no, here he is, smiling, taking me in his arms and kissing my face.
"Can you let go? I need to clean and make it fast," I smile, the cute attention he has over me making me happy for whatever reasons that I would like to erase from my head.
"Fast? What...?" he looks at me, shocked as if I just had caused some disappointment. "No. Do it slowly to not leave any dust," he pokes the tip of my nose.
"Jeez..." I slightly laugh but get away from his clasp to start to do what bothers me, but which allows me to earn money after a simple task for my brother.
"A melon is waiting for you in the fridge," he voices out, walking to the couch.
Don't tell me he bought food for me again. "Melon? Jungkook, stop buying fruits, it's expensive," I tell him, complaining about the fact that he wastes his money just to buy me food.
"But it's for you. You deserve it, and I know you like them," his bunny teeth slowly show up to me. "Since when are we that close? I'm not being rude, but you should just keep your money and more for yourself. I'm not worth it."
"Stop being stupid like that."
"What? I'm telling you the truth..." I cross my arms and look at him from my spot, leaning on the kitchen counter. "No. Come here," he lifts his arm up to gesture me to come, but not disrespectfully.
I do it, to my great surprise, and place my hand on his opened one. He intertwines our fingers as if it was all natural, gazing into my eyes as much as if he could read my mind by doing that only. "You're worth it, and I'm going to buy you something every day to show how important you are."
"I swear...Did you eat sweet food? Soft food? You're too cute..." I suspect something unusual. "I'm feeling some things lately, but I can't tell you what it is."
"Why do you say it then?" I titillate him a little bit. "Because I want you to know it," he brushes his fingers over my skin. My hand, my palm, and my inner wrist, very subtly.
I can't stop smiling with nervousness at the fond look that he's giving me, so I glance away and go back to my occupation. What if he's just playing some games with me to get me, test my naivety, easiness? I'm maybe just paranoid and too wary, but I can't help it. I prefer that other than letting him fool me.
"Did you easily washed your hair two days ago?" he somewhat gets this back on topic to enjoy it. All I want now is to throw the dish, which I'm cleaning, at his face. "Don't you dare talk about that to laugh again."
"I couldn't stop laughing when you were not here," he finds it fun to tell me. "I'm not surprised to hear you say you're just sick in your head and that you laugh all by yourself in the house," I stir up trouble, willing to provoke him. "Do you know what's in my head? Hm?"
"No. That's like the part of you that I wish to never get into."
"Oh, so there's some of them that you wish to get into?" he turns my sentence in what I expected him to. "I swear-" I roll my eyes and sigh, heavily, realizing my mistake. "Shut up."
"I want to say something so badly right now, but I feel like you won't appreciate it," he teases me. "Don't. Keep it to yourself."
"But I can't. It's a question that I want to ask you," he tries to get me, me and my naivety, but also curiosity which is now surfacing. "About what?" I end up giving in. "About you," he lets some unknown remains. "And what about me?"
"You know after what you said, I can't help it but tell you that I'd like to get into some parts of-"
"Shut the hell up," I stop him right away. "Don't even think about saying more."
"But-"
"No," I don't allow him to speak just one second. "Alright then..." he astonishingly doesn't get any further. "I'm just a curious boy, and since you seem to be like me, I thought we could have shared some things..."
"No. I don't like sharing."
"Neither do I, but with you, I wouldn't mind."
"Just stop. Play your video games and don't bother me," I try to put the limit here and end this embarrassing moment. "Come play with me, my strawberry," he cutely asks in a high-pitched voice to make my heart melt in a single second. "Sorry, but I don't have time for that."
"If I help you, you come?"
"No."
He exhales in an obvious way to make sure I hear him and his annoyance.
•••
I get out of the bathroom after taking a shower and put my special clothes on.
"Wow. Are you dressing like this just for me?" Jungkook notices the difference and immediately has to mention it.
"No, it's my little brother's birthday, so since I promised him I would make a party with his friends, I have to get ready for everything," I quickly stop him in his thoughts and kind of hasten myself to not be late. "Will Yoongi be there?"
"Yes, it's his brother..." I grab my jacket and put it on. "And...you don't invite me...?" some sorrow fills his words, his features making me feel a bit bad for not thinking about it. "Well, I know you're a kid, but not my brother's friend, so no."
"And...what about the fruit I bought for you to eat...?" he asks me, sad to be left alone earlier than usual. "I'll come tomorrow, even if it wasn't planned, and we'll eat together," I comfort him as much as I can and give him a smile.
"Yeah, but Yoongi will be here since he doesn't work..." he drops his gaze down on his hands that are resting on his crossed legs. "And? It's fine," I shrug.
"No...I can't act the same way when he's here..." he barely raises the volume of his voice that is very low and makes it sound like some mumbles. "Do you want me to take it and eat it at my house?"
"No...I wanted you to eat it here...with me," he starts to sulk to express his disappointment. That is a bit new. I never saw him do that for such a small reason. "I promise I'll make it up on Monday. Okay?" I try to make a deal with this sad boy.
"Yeah...okay..." he agrees with what seems to be reluctance. "Good, see you next Monday then," I grab the handle of the door to go out. "Wait!" he stops my run away and rushes to me in case I would leave.
I turn at the sound of his voice. His figure approaches me, speedily as if he had something important or urgent to do. What is he going to do?
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