The light stirring next to him in bed interrupted his slumber. Incomprehensible groanings

could be heard from the other side of the bed. Jungkook decides to stay unnoticed

as he feels the other sit up on the bed. A small tug on the blanket was felt and

Jungkook groans in denial.

“You’re awake,” he hears her say in a matter-of-fact tone. His orbs flutters open in response,

eyebrows quirking up in curiosity after surveying the scene in front of him. Yuna, he remembers

her name from last night. He always remembers a good session. Wincing in refutation to move,

he catches his shirt Yuna threw right before it hits him in the face, “cover up.”

“Don’t want to admire first?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I believe you were the same person off last night,” his lips quirks into

a smirk at the change in her expression.

“Can’t believe I was drunk enough to,” Jungkook sits up, the female’s feisty comeback sparking

an interest in him. His eyes follows her as she slowly locates her way to the washroom. He

finds himself leaning against the bathroom door as she steps in a few moments later. Instincts.

It has been a while since he met someone that sparked his interest.

“You’re leaving so soon?” She turns back to look at him from the sink. He steps up to her,

wrapping his arms around her waist. She is not rejecting it. Jungkook takes it as a sign to

carry on. Not wanting to sound too invested, he suggests breakfast.

“I bet on your short you can not cook for your life.”

“ you.”

“Yeah, you did, last night,” he lets out an amused chuckle, pulling her frame closer to his.

“And you almost choked on this short last night,” Jungkook jogs out of the bathroom

before Yuna gets the chance to spit toothpaste on his face. He does not complain when she

makes her way to his kitchen after brushing her tooth.

He saunters his way into the kitchen only half an hour after. A girl cooking breakfast for you,

wearing practically nothing, what a great morning. “Hey, babe,” his hands finds their way around

her waist, resting on her hips as though it belonged there.

“I have a name, you know,” she deadpans. Jungkook rests his head on her shoulder in response,

lightly on the vulnerable spot on her collarbone he, surprisingly, still remembers from last

night. Yuna almost manages to smack him with her frying pan.

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