Hot chocolate mugs

"So what am I gonna wear?" I ask as we enter Jungkook's house. He looks at me biting his lip and motions me to follow him.

He takes me upstairs, where there are a few rooms that are closed. He opens one of them and it is a bedroom. I am surprised because everything is white and looks so clean and fancy in here.

"Is this your room?" I find myself asking.

"No, this is a guest room. Mine is the door in front of this."

I look at the bed and see Jungkook approaching it and grabbing some clothes. They're white too.

"I thought this could fit you since you have a slim body." He says but doesn't dare to look at my eyes.

How cute.

I take the garments from his hands and I see it is a white long-sleeved blouse and a white mini skirt. Just by seeing them, I know they will fit. The problem is that the skirt is really really tight and made from a soft material.

Why do I have to have a dick? It will definitely show in this skirt.

"It will be covered in paint." Jungkook explained.

I force a smile and nod.

"Are we going to paint it or..."

"Uh, yes. I can do it by myself so you won't get dirty." He offers, but I decline. Painting this sounds like fun.

"Nah, I want to do it too." After I say that, I am sure I see Jungkook's eyes glint in excitement.

"Then come with me." He grabs my hand and guides me towards the room in front of this one. He opens the door and lets me in.

"So, this is-"

"My room, yes." He smiles. This looks more normal than the fancy guest room. It's simple and cozy.

I look at the floor because there are a lot of newspaper pages scattered all over it.

"Oh, you must be wondering why the floor is all messy. I put this here to paint your clothes on the floor without staining it." He explains.

"Alright, let's get it." I roll my sleeves and then I drop on my knees to the floor and look up at Jungkook waiting for him to join me.

When we lock eyes, I know it was a mistake. Being on my knees in front of Jungkook, looking up at him is a rather awkward scene. We both know what the other is thinking about and, before I can blush, I interrupt his thoughts.

"Are we getting this done or not?"

Jungkook snaps out of his trance and soon we start painting the white garments on the floor. At first, I wasn't sure how to do it, but Jungkook tells me to just do whatever I want. All the colors have to look messy on the fabric.

I'm not going to lie. It is funny to pain with my fingers and just be messy. I cam see Jungkook is having a good time too and we start talking a little about everything.

When the clothes are almost finished, I am almost concluding the story of what's going on between Taehyung and Hoseok. Jungkook listens carefully, interested in these two's not so lovely story.

"And that's why I was comforting Tae when you arrived." I say, finishing the story and my work of art at the same time.

"That's tough. I feel bad for Taehyung." He sighs, getting up and I follow him. "Come here, we need to wash our hands." He leads me to the bathroom and we start cleaning them.

"I know, Taehyung shouldn't have fallen in love with him."

"Well, we can't control when to fall in love and with who." He says. "But they should've been sincere since the first moment. Sincerity is really important when you want to build a relationship."

I feel the guilt building up in my stomach as I hear him say that.

Sincerity is something I'm lacking right now. And this is the first time I want to tell the truth and stop this lie from growing.

But of course, I can't back off now.

"Yeah." It's the only thing I can say as I force a smile. Then I look at my hands and see they're still stained lightly even after all the rubbing I did with soap and water. "This is not coming off entirely."

Jungkook looks at his hands. "I think it will come off after some days." He sighs. "And now we have to let your clothes dry, so we won't have anything to do in a while." Jungkook bites his lip and I chuckle. "I should have thought about this better, so I wouldn't waste your time. I should've painted it yesterday so-"

"Stop blaming yourself. It's no big deal." I assure him and hit his shoulder softly. "Anyways, I'm free. I have nothing to do."

"Then is it ok if we wait downstairs? I can make coffee."

Instinctively I make a face and Jungkook chuckles, realizing what was wrong.

"Right, no coffee." He smiles and we start walking downstairs where I sat on his couch and he goes to the kitchen. "What about hot chocolate? The weather is kind of chilly." He offered.

"Hot chocolate sounds great."

After a few minutes, he sits beside me on the couch with two mugs in his hands.

"I hope you like that. It's not a good idea to make hot chocolate for someone who prepares them for a living."

"Everyone can make good chocolate." I say as I take one sip and hum. "See? This is great. Coffee on the other hand, is a little harder." I confess.

"What else can you prepare?" He asks as he sips his chocolate too.

"Well, I don't mean to sound cocky, but I can cook really well." I smile "But my favorite things to prepare are pastries. I love baking cakes and cupcakes and all that."

"Really?" Jungkook looks like he's actually interested in what I say.

"Yes, I'm the best judge when it comes to pastries, that's why I always wondered why you only buy the vanilla cupcake. No offense to my workplace, but that's my least favorite cupcake."

"Are you judging my taste in pastries?" Jungkook pretends to be offended and I laugh. "Why don't you like it?"

"I don't like vanilla." I simply shrug.

Just after saying it, I realize something flashing in Jungkook's eyes. Damn, this boy is not as innocent as he looks.

Of course I take advantage of the situation, as I smirk, I lean closer to Jungkook, but not enough to be uncomfortable.

"What about you, Jungkookie? Do you like vanilla?"

He shakes his head. "N-No, I mean yes." He clears his throat. "I like vanilla cupcakes."

"Cupcakes." I laugh, but decide to leave it like that. I remind myself I can't flirt too much with Jungkook since I can't actually have something with him.

"Anyway, why do you always buy a latte and an americano?" I ask, actually interested. "Is there someone special you buy coffee for?"

"Yes, actually." He says and I don't know what this awful feeling in my stomach and chest is, but I don't like it. "The latte is for me and the americano for my boss."

I feel relieved at that.

"What a kind soul you are. You must get along with your boss if you buy him coffee all the time."

"Yeah, I actually do since he's my best friend."

"Your boss is your best friend?" I gasp. Not that it is too shocking, I like Yoongi a lot, but I can't imagine myself being best friends with him.

"Yes, Namjoon and I have been friends for many years, he's still young but he already owns a small gallery where I work part-time as his assistant." He explains.

"So you like art?" I ask, drinking the hot chocolate. It's delicious.

"I do." He smiles cutely. "Namjoon's gallery is the best workplace ever. It's my dream come true. I get to see art every day and get paid for working there. Besides, Namjoon is a cool boss."

"Well, since he's your best friend." I laugh a little and see Jungkook's smile disappear.

"Workers don't like me too much there. They found out Namjoon and I are friends so they think I am his assistant because he prefers me." Jungkook sighs and I am about to tell him to pay no mind to them when he speaks again. "And that's actually true. I'm still a student. A photography student, but still a student. I shouldn't have this great position at such a great place. But I guess it's just luck. I've always been lucky, I guess. Since I was a kid, everything I wanted, I got it. My parents made sure of that."

I don't realize I must look sad even though I'm smiling, because Jungkook looks at me worried. "Are you alright?"

I don't like talking about me and my 'tragic life' compared to his. That's why I don't understand why I am saying this. "I wish I could relate." I laugh. "I don't have parents. Ever since I can recall, I lived in an orphanage. I was never adopted, so I got out of there when I turned eighteen and started working. Taehyung is my only real friend in life."

I didn't even go on details about all my life, but it was a good summary. I feel a lump in my throat when I see Jungkook looking at me sadly, those pretty doe eyes are so expressive.

"That was depressing, I'm sorry." I laugh to ease the tension I feel.

"I'm really sorry." Jungkook reaches for my hand and I feel my heart racing at the touch. I like the way his big hand can cover mine. "I can be your friend, too." He smiles at me and I internally coo at how adorable that smile is.

"So you want to be my friend?" I smile, trying to get rid of the feeling to cry all of a sudden.

"I'd love to." Jungkook grabbed my other hand and held them both.

"Cool." It is the only thing I manage to say because if I say something else, I might cry stupidly.

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