SAERIN'S POV

I gave up on chasing his short around the house, and immediately went back to the table and plopped down on the seat with a heavy sigh.

"He's a handful, right?" Jin laughs.

I simply nodded. "Jungkook is even more mature than he is."

"Yeah." J-Hope agrees.

From the corner of my eyes I can see Jungkook beaming proudly, before hiding behind his hyung.

"As I was SAYING," I glared at Rap Monster. "TELL JIMIN TO KEEP HIS JAMLESS HANDS, LIPS, EYES AND EVERY PART OF HIS BODY OFF MY MAKNAE." I shouted.

"Yeah, okay." He says, shoving french fries into his mouth.

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "And PLEASE eat with your mouth CLOSED."

"Alright."

But he did it again anyways. -.-t

"I swear you guys need some table manners. And, if Jimin lays another finger on Sarang, I will break his limbs! I won't tolerate." I threatened.

"Um, noona?" Jungkook calls out.

"What?"

"Is it true that you ask Zico hyung to see his abs?" The curious maknae asked.

My eyes widened.

"What-uh.."

I felt myself blushing.

"Noooo.. nooo.." I laughed it off.

My face was red, I could feel it.