The microwave sat silently in the kitchen daydreaming about a certain brunette haired boy who was deathly afraid of him.

Aah, young love.

It heard the door open and fixated its eyes on the doors to see who it was.

Speak of the devil.

In came Jungkook making the microwave blush slightly.

Oh how Jungkook was ever so perfect. He had the smoothest skin with the prettiest features. His eyes were the largest with such a beautiful shine in the whirlwind of brown. His nose was the cutest and most boopable thing it'd ever seen. His lips were the pinkest most delicious things it'd ever set its eyes on to. Oh, there was no more of a perfect human than him.

But he's afraid of me, the microwave thought sadly.

Jungkook was minding his business walking around getting his snacks, lightly humming and dancing as he went about his activities.

The microwave smiled as he watched the young boy prance about in happiness with not a single care in the world. He only wished to be as free as him one day.

In the midst of the twirling and twisting Jungkook was doing, he had closed his eyes to appreciate the wind that caresses his skin and the way his longish hair followed his professional moves.

The joys of dancing, Jungkook thought happily.

But he stumbled.

And fell.

Grazing his arm.

Not on just any old kitchen appliance.

But the microwave.

The boy screamed and ran out the room making the microwave feel ever so guilty and sad.

But the microwave couldn't help but think of the sound that the boy made.

The stability of the note he had produced was PHENOMENAL. The microwave didn't major in music but it knew its things after spending so much time in the house of 7 musical geniuses. It was SURE it was an e5. What INCREDIBLE vibrato Jungkook had.

Truly a talented young boy.