Jungkook wants to take Chaeyoung out once again, but she refuses. He almost argues with her, almost wants to remind her of what they'd agreed on, but then stops himself when she tells him to come over to her house. It's one of those days when she likes to stay indoors and eat homecooked meals and Jungkook can't stop smiling from when he's still at home until he's standing outside of her house, ringing her doorbell.

When the door opens, Jungkook briefly halts any movement upon seeing her in an apron, her hair tied in a slightly messy bun with some strands falling.

"I like where this is going," he says with a smirk as he enters the house.

"What do you mean?"

"We're going domestic."

Chaeyoung rolls her eyes, but anyone can see how flustered she is at that statement. "No, we're not," she says.

"Sure," he chuckles, and she doesn't say anything, but he catches her smiling. "Do you need help?"

"Can you help with the drinks? I'm left with the salad anyway."

"See? What I said about 'going domestic'?" he smirks at her and she once again rolls her eyes dramatically at him. "Is anyone else coming over?"

"Nope."

Jungkook glances at all the food she's prepared. "This looks like a feast for at least 15 people, sweetie."

Chaeyoung is chopping off the vegetable when he said that and she stopped chopping right away, head whipping to look at him. She clears her throat. "Well, I love eating and I thought you love to eat too. But that's fine, because I can practically finish everything on my own."

Jungkook stares at her in the eyes with a grin. "I like big eaters. They're adorable."

Chaeyoung looks down almost immediately and continues chopping, almost looking as if she's on the television competing on a cooking competition. Fucking adorable.

*

"Okay," Jungkook begins as soon as he takes the lead to make drinks. "So what's the story if people ask us how we actually met?"

Chaeyoung puckers her lips and looks at him with uncertainties for a brief moment before she looks into the cabinet, trying to search for the mustard.

"I don't think people are going to ask that," she says over her shoulder.

She groans when she can't see the mustard anywhere. It's either Jimin or Taehyung who messed up with her stuff in the kitchen.

"Oh, they sure will," Jungkook says. "At least those who know you and Mr. Charcoal."

She hums. "Okay, what do you have?" Her sigh of relief escapes through her mouth when she finally found the mustard on top of the refrigerator.

"How about a blind date?"

She abruptly turns towards Jungkook and scrunches her face at him. "You're an old soul! Do people still go to blind dates in this day and age?" she laughs. "We're pen pals, but that's only because I sent my letters to the wrong address."

Jungkook makes a face at her as he stirs the drink. "And you said I'm an old soul for proposing blind dates?" he playfully scoffs. "It's kinda old school. Writing letters and stuff. Do people even do that these days?"

Jungkook then lifts the spoon in his hand at her mouth level. "How's the taste?"

Chaeyoung sips a little, smacks her lips a couple times before she tilts her head slightly. "Too sweet," she says. "We fought over the last copy of a popular book in a bookstore."

He scrunches his nose. "But I don't read."

"Alright... a book with average popularity."

"I still don't read," he says and smiles when Chaeyoung huffs at him. "You saw a number graffitied on some wall and decided to have fun and contact it. Turns out it was my number."

Chaeyoung stops whisking the ingredients for the salad dressing, narrowing her eyes in disgust at him. "That doesn't even sound close to something I'd do."

"Fine. We met at a coffee shop," he says.

"Cliché," she snorts.

"I tripped and spilled coffee all over you."

Chaeyoung's grin grows wider. "Could you be any more cliché?"

"It's the day of your job interview."

"Cliché and dramatic," she laughs, stopping herself briefly from seasoning the salad with salt in fear of overdoing it without realizing. After she composes herself, she hums a little

"How about...oh," Chaeyoung's face lights up. "How about this. I was walking down the street on my way to a job interview when someone snatched my bag from me. You, as a photographer, just happened to be there photographing everything in the city when you accidentally photographed the thief, and I was freaking out and you helped me, we both went to the police station and basically, the photo you took helped the cops to track down the bad guy, and we became close since."

Jungkook's face is serious and Chaeyoung looks at him expectantly when he seems to consider the story as he nods his head slowly. "Wow.... Sounds-"

"Perfect?"

"Sounds a lot like a plot for a dramatic crime story that everyone's going to skip."

Chaeyoung narrows her eyes at him and presses her lips together. "Well, do you have a plot that people will not skip then?"

"How about..." Jungkook trails off, lifting back up the spoon for her to taste the drink and she sips it as he continues, "...how about we met at the bar, we sat next to each other and we were really the only ones without a company and all of a sudden, you were crying and I felt like I needed to say something so I asked you if you were okay, you said you weren't okay and we began to talk and talk, and surprisingly I was comfortable around you, you were comfortable around me although we were strangers and then you wanted to go home, you thanked me for listening, I said no problem and we parted just like that. We never knew each other's name. Then, a few days later, we met by accident in front of a café and we recognized each other and because both of us were free and had nothing to do, you asked me to sit with you in the café and we both talked and exchanged numbers and we've been going out ever since. How does it sound?"

Chaeyoung stands frozen, staring and staring at Jungkook who's gazing at her softly, waiting for an answer. Chaeyoung finds it weird that she realizes how big his eyes are and she can see her entire self in there, finds it even weirder that she never found her entire self in Chanyeol's big, huge beautiful eyes. She licks her bottom lip and gulps.

When she answers him, it's as if she's in a trance. "Amazing."

Jungkook lifts a brow questioningly at her. "The drink, or the story?"

Chaeyoung ducks her eyes and picks up the bowl of salad with a soft smile painted on her face. "Both."

Things are not as awkward as she expected it to be. Chaeyoung finds herself comfortably telling him her childhood stories. She's laughing and everything feels so carefree like she's in some light-hearted evening drama and she recalls of the time when she had her dinner with Chanyeol and how everything was also so perfect before everything fell apart.

For months, she was trapped, unable to free herself from the distress of being left. Everything happened so quickly. One time she was absolutely content with her life, and then the next day, she was emptied out of life.

As she observes Jungkook while he busies himself chewing on the salad like a rabbit, Chaeyoung is filled with thoughts that she needs to do something, but she can't figure out what it is. Chaeyoung hears the wedding bells ringing in her head. It's a couple of weeks to go. She already has a new dress and new shoes. Does she need any new things?

When Jungkook's about to leave, he cranes his neck and looks over her shoulder. "Wow, you sure have tons of shoes. And those are some cool sneakers right there."

She turns around and her gaze drops to the collection of shoes she has. She has a variety of footwear and she realizes she only ever worn some of them once. Does she need any new things? Maybe no. But it's probably time to get Jennie's nagging voice out of her head by getting rid of the stupid, ugly looking, worn out sandals.