Friday came sooner than I thought, and I could honestly say that I was ready to just leap on my bed and sink into its softness never returning to the surface. However the thought of Jungkook coming over to the cafe clouded my mind.             

"Ah, of course. He's teaching me how to use chopsticks..." I sighed and rolled my eyes, dragging my feet as I walked out of school with the thoughts of work and being taught something pointless crowding my troubled head. 

Once again, I took a steady stroll through the park, finding it a relaxing route for my way home. But... memories of the basketball incident suddenly collided with my head. Prudent thoughts of Min Yoongi seethed out of my ears as I remember his slimy tone of voice along with his actions. My head was telling me to demand an apology for his rash actions which were totally out of order; yet my heart was telling me to let it slide but keep an eye out next time. Heart... what good would that even do? I gritted my teeth and stormed over to the basketball court, in hope of finding the disgusting human being that caused me such embarrassment. 

The basketball court finally came into view, and I could make out Yoongi's figure practicing on his own.

"You won't get away that easily this time Min Yoongi!" I spat and jogged over into the court. He still didn't notice me, so I shouted to him, "hey! Min Yoongi!" 

I could see him tilt his head slightly, but carried on with practicing. I huffed, infuriated by his ignorant attitude that drove me to a state of wanting to hit him.

I stormed up to him and whacked the ball out of his hands just as he was about to score, "I'm speaking to you!" I pressed harshly. Yoongi slowly turned his head to me, a merciless glaze over his eyes. I could feel my insides freezing up just by his stare. I felt intimidated, not gonna' lie. 

I coughed, "I-I want an apology."

"Mwo?" His expression was still bland and emotionless, his lips only moving slightly. 

Great... he can't understand me. I sighed forcefully and got my phone out, typing in what I said on Google Translate. I showed him my phone, and I heard a light chuckle escape his lips.

"What?!" I screeched, stomping my feet. He took my phone off me and started typing something before showing me what he put: what am I apologising for?

I could feel my stomach boiling with annoyance, and him noticing that didn't make it better. I heard him snigger, folding his arms across his chest. I typed with menace in my touch as I forcefully shoved the screen in his face: are you for real?! Just apologise for being a ert!

Once he saw the last sentence, I could feel his face darkening behind the screen. Somehow all of my surroundings became damp and intimidating. He snatched my phone out of my hand and typed; I was afraid he'd burn holes in my phone with the amount of anger that surfaced his eyes.

Handing me the phone back, I read: how can you call me a ert? You were the one that fell on me. Anyways... don't get your hopes up; I wasn't myself that day...

I frowned, and looked up at him for some other alternative explanation. He avoided my gaze, shrugging his shoulders as his hands crept into his pockets. I sighed and put: what could that possibly mean?

He in return sighed when he saw what I put. For some reason, the atmosphere turned more shy as he started typing his explanation; I found it quite unusual, especially for Yoongi.

I read: sorry... I guess. I'm not usually confident around girls, so I tried stepping up my confidence. That first night we met, and at the basketball court I was trying to be more proud... I guess I took it too out of hand. I'm not really like that; I'm referred to as shy around girls, so forgive me?

I honestly felt the boiling sensation calm down in my stomach as I saw his words; I lightly smiled and laughed, "just an insecure boy then..."

"Mwo?" His voice interrupted my thoughts all of a sudden.

"Doesn't matter," I laughed, smiling up at him, "I accept your apology."

His eyes brightened up, and an adorable smile appeared on his face, his top lip barely visible. Thank goodness he could understand that.

"I'll be off then," I started waving, but he suddenly grabbed me into a hug.

"Sorry," he whispered in my ear. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around him too, clearly feeling the sincerity of his apology. I couldn't help but smile. At least he knows how to stand up and apologise, I thought. 

I pulled away gently, "I'll see you later," I waved as Yoongi bowed quickly, returning the wave.

Yoongi in actually fact, was quite a sincere person. Despite his blunt, motionless attitude, he seemed to be understanding... and I liked that.

 

Reaching the cafe, I scurried upstairs and changed out of my uniform into the uniform for the cafe. Once again, the cafe was packed full even more than any of the other days. 

"Mum, what table is this for?" I asked once I was downstairs.

"Table seven dear," my mum said from behind the counter. I picked up the tray, trying to balance the five cups of coffee with numerous cookies and sweets. I finally found table seven, "here's your order, enjoy," I quickly bowed, not realising who was in front of me.

"New girl?" I unfortunately heard a whiny familiar voice and looked up. My body froze, as I stood in front of the five girls I'd met on my first day at school.

The girl started cackling like a witch, "you slave girl now?" All of her friends started joining in with her laughter.

"Pathetic," I muttered, about to walk away.

"Mwo?!" The girl screeched. I turned around, greeted by a pair of beady eyes that were heavily made up. Her round lips looked like they would explode in my face.

"Is there a problem here?" I instantly recognised my dads stern voice appear behind me. The girl cowered back in her seat, shaking her head, "if there is, then leave," my dad finished bluntly before taking me back to the counter.

"Thanks dad," I smiled up at him.

"I hate y girls picking on my daughter for no reason," he beamed proudly, patting my shoulder, "now, get the food from the cook."

"Okay!" I replied obediently. 

Seokjin was completely involved in the dish he was making, he didn't even acknowledge my presence. I crept in and took the plate of food that was freshly served. About to walk out of the door, I heard him speak.

"Eunsol."

"Hm?" I replied, turning around.

"No listen to bish girls."

I giggled to myself, "thanks."

He gave me a soft smile before returning to his cooking. Why was everyone being exceptionally nice to me today?

 

Time whizzed by and soon Jungkook should be visiting me. If I was being honest with myself, I was quite excited for his visit, because maybe his Korean teaching's would help me fit in better... however, I was slightly anxious as to what flirty tricks he'd pull off. Well, not like I knew he was flirting, but that sort of impression was planted in my head. 

I pulled my cap off and let my hair loose, releasing a heavy sigh.

"What up Eunsol?" Seokjin's voice said from the kitchen doorway. I turned to him, seeing a soft yet worried expression across his face. 

I chuckled at how concerned he sounded, "I'm just tired."

"Get sleep, it good!" He exclaimed, widening his smile; however the trace of worry didn't leave his face.

"Are you okay Seokjin?" I questioned, feeling a certain apprehension build up inside of me.

He hesitated before replying, "ne, ne."

I eyed him suspiciously as he went to collect his things from the kitchen. Something's definitely not right with him today... I wonder what was on his mind.

Seokjin took his leave, waving goodbye to me. Minutes later Jungkook bounded in whilst I was sweeping the floor. 

"Annyeong Eunsol-ah!" He greeted me giddily. I felt two arms wrap around my waist as a chin nestled on my shoulder.

"A-Ah, J-Jungkook," I stuttered nervously. Did he seriously have to do that? I cleared my throat and carried on sweeping the rest of the floor, "why are you still hugging me?"

"I no let go," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers across me neck, "noona..."

"W-What."

He suddenly spun me around, "ppalli ppalli!" With that, he giggled before sitting down at a table.

"What does that mean...?" I asked myself whilst frowning. 

 

The cleaning up was finally done, and I slumped against the counter.

"Ya! Eunsol-ah!" Jungkook squealed, "I wait for long time."

"Sorry, sorry," I muttered and made my way to sit opposite him.

"Darling! Who's downstairs with you?" I heard my mum shout.

My heart froze. I completely forgot that my parents were here!

"I-I erm... a f-friend," I shouted back, stuttering endlessly.

"You mean boyfriend?" I heard my dad step in, chuckling.

I grunted and returned my attention to Jungkook who was setting out the chopsticks. 

"Hold like this," Jungkook took a pair and slipped them in my hand, moving my fingers around to hold them properly. 

"Why is this so complicated?" I grumbled, not understanding why you had to have so many different positions for your fingers. 

"Ani Eunsol, ani!" Jungkook would say many times, "like this!"

Soon after, he brought a tub of food out, "first know how pick noodles," a steaming pot of noodles was brought before my eyes. A loud roar erupted from my stomach, making Jungkook giggle, "you hungry?"

I scowled at him, positioning my chopsticks correctly in my hands, dunking them in the pile of noodles. I tried bringing the chopsticks together, but they ended up sliding out of my hand instead.

"Argh! For goodness sake!" I growled, my eyes filled with anger as I solely focused on picking these god damn noodles up. I tried to twirl them around the chopsticks, but not even that unprofessional tactic worked; instead they slowly slid out from the chopsticks, splashing back into the tub. I dropped the chopsticks and crossed my arms. Jungkook was just laughing cutely to himself as my many failed attempts still didn't result in success. 

"I help," he spluttered in between giggles. He stood up from his chair, pulling it beside me. He leant over wrapping one of his hands around my shoulder reaching for my hand which held the chopsticks.  He supported his other hand on my arm, "move top stick with this finger," he tapped one of my fingers and continued, "put in," his moved my hand down, "take noodle," he clutched my hand as the noodles were collected on the chopsticks, "bring tub to mouth," with his spare hand he took the tub and brought it closer to my mouth, "then put noodles in."

With that I was munching on the noodles, the warmth finally spreading through my mouth, my stomach satisfied, "fank... u," I responded with a full mouth. His hand loosened from mine and gently fell onto my waist... not moving. 

Should I tell him to get off? Would it be too harsh of me to tell him especially after he helped me...?

I decided to leave him be as I used his technique to eat the noodles. 

 

After I'd scoffed the rest of the noodles I looked outside to see how dark it had become.

"Jungkook..." I whispered, turning to face him. I saw his resting head on my shoulders as he breathed slowly in and out. His sleeping face was the cutest thing ever, and I couldn't help but admire the moment I was in. 

I was gazing at him for a while, until he sleepily opened his eyes, looking up at me, "Eunsol-ah..." he grumbled in his gorgeous sleepy voice. Ah! Hannah, what are you thinking about?!

"It's really dark outside now, you should get going," I said, gently lifting him up from his position.

"Aish... it scary," he whimpered, clinging onto my arm desperately. 

"Jungkook... how old are you? Five?"

"I..." he looked up at the ceiling from the corner of his eye, thinking, "fourteen?"

"W-Wha-at?!" I spluttered. He's that young?!

"Fourteen," he repeated, smiling afterwards. I knew he was younger than me, but not by two years!

I suddenly sprang from the seat, nearly making him fall off, "why are you flirting with me then?!" 

"F-Flirting?" He questioned, frowning slightly.

"Why are you hugging me? Doing all the things couples would do?!" 

"Why you let me?" He suddenly stood up too, a small smirk creeping across his lips. He walked towards me until I stumbled into a wall, "what problem with you been noona to me?" He mumbled near my face.

"Jungkook," I said quietly, "please, this isn't right," I looked up at him, staring at him deeply in the eyes, pleading him to not be so intimidating.

"Noona..." he mused, smirking afterwards. I could feel my heart bashing against my chest as he leaned in closer, "you nice girl... Eunsol-ah."

"Jungkook, please. I barely know you," I whimpered, feeling incredibly vulnerable under his stare.

I heard him gasp, suddenly backing away from me, "s-sorry," I looked up at his petrified expression, feeling instantly guilty.

"What is it?" I asked, taking a step closer to him. But he held his hand up.

"E-Eunsol-ah... ani. No come closer," Jungkook's facial expression turned dark all of a sudden, I was completely bewildered as to why his mood switched within seconds.

"Hey! Why are you being like this?" I snapped, getting frustrated with the situation.

"I go now... annyeong Lim Eunsol," with a sniffle, he left the shop forgetting all of his luggage.

"J-Jungkook! Get back here!" I screamed.

"Hannah! Keep it down! What's going on?" My dad started coming down the stairs.

"Sorry dad, give me a minute," I replied desperately, rushing out of the door. What happened to Jungkook?