Jungkook's POV-

I thought I would be so excited to have a phone again but once I actually got it and set it up, I realized how I really didn't miss it much.

I can talk to Jimin and Tae more readily now I guess, but Yoongi is really the only one I ever want to talk to and I'm always with him. It will probably be more useful when I am able to be by myself.

Actually, I wonder when that will be.

"When is my next doctor's appointment?" I ask from where I'm seated on the counter while Yoongi cooks us lunch.

"I'll have to check for sure, but I think next week. Why, are you not feeling well?" He halts his movements and turns to me with concern. "Does your head hurt?"

I melt a little at his cute expression. Who would have thought this tough guy could be so soft and adorable.

"No, I feel fine. Great actually! I am just wondering when my next appointment is. I want to ask him when he thinks I won't have to be babysat anymore." I say as I look down toward my feet while I swing them back and forth.

I hear him click his tongue before the sound of metal hitting the plate he has on the counter next to the stove. I raise my head just as he steps between my knees to stand in front of me.

"You're not tired of me already are you love?" He asks as he pouts teasingly.

I shake my head as I smile and place my arms around his neck. "Never. I'm just feeling like I am spending way too much time in this apartment. In this building. I miss going to school and I think I may even want to get a part time job or something. I'm just so bored. I have no purpose."

He places both hands on my hips as he pulls me towards the edge of the counter.

"I'm sorry that you feel like that. We will be sure to ask the doctor at your appointment if he thinks you are cleared to have a little more freedom." He says before places a light kiss on my lips. "As far as a job goes, I could fire Taehyung if you'd like and you could be my assistant again. Or you could even be his assistant.

"The boy's been so damn busy recently. You know, he actually told me the other day when I asked him to do something for me that he would 'get around to it' when he was free." He chuckles.

"I thought me being your assistant was a 'conflict of interest.' Is that not the case anymore?" I smirk.

"Never mind." He rolls his eyes sarcastically. "Taehyung really should look into getting an assistant though. He's so busy."

"That sounds like him. Is he busy with his girlfriend? Did you know he had a girlfriend? I didn't know that! Why wouldn't he tell me that?"

He looks at me with confusion. He opens his mouth to speak just as we start to smell burning meat.

"Oh shit!" He moves away from me quickly and flips the steak and lifts the pan off of the stovetop.

I laugh at his panicked face as he chuckles to himself.

"This will be yours brat. Consider it your punishment for distracting me."

"I'd like to request an alternative punishment." I smirk as I wiggle my brows.

"Horny little shit." He mumbles under his breath with the same crooked smile on his face.

"Oh please, you love it."

"I'm not going to confirm or deny that." He laughs. "Anyway, as I was going to ask before I burnt your lunch, where did you hear that Taehyung had a girlfriend from if it wasn't from him?"

"Oh, I heard some girls talking about it the other day."

"Some girls?" He asks with raised brows. "Are you flirting with girls now love?"

"Of course not!" I laugh. "I was walking on the treadmill upstairs and I heard them talking about Kim Taehyung and how he was so good looking and they couldn't believe he lived in this building and blah blah blah. Then one of them made a comment about how lucky his girlfriend was.

"I interrupted them as nicely as I could and clarified that they were talking about my Tae, which they were. They said she was famous! Is that true?"

He averts his eyes from me as he looks back at the pan in his hand. I can see that he is running his bottom lip along his top teeth.

I hate when he does this. Why does it feel like every one of my questions are so hard for everyone to answer but especially hard for him.

I huff in annoyance. "Well if you won't tell me that then at least tell me if he really does have a girlfriend."

He sighs. "You should talk to him."

"Why won't anyone answer my questions! Everyone treats me like I'm going to break and I'm not. I'm fine!" I jump off of the counter and turn to stomp out of the kitchen.

I stop my steps and turn to him again. He should at least be able to tell me her name. That can't be so hard.

"What's her name? I know you at least know that."

I see him bring the pan up off of the stove again as he examines the piece of meat.

"How did you want this cooked again. Medium rare?"

He's doing it again. This is what he does every fucking time I start to ask questions. He tries to direct me away from the topic.

"Do you at least know if she's really someone famous?"

He keeps his eyes on the pan, not saying anything.

I let out an annoyed groan and he sighs before turning to look at me. "I'm sorry Kook. It's just... I don't really know what the situation is. You should really talk to him if you want information about that. I try to stay out of his personal life."

I'm still annoyed but I can kind of understand a little better at least. I know he usually isn't one to care to be involved in people's business so he could really not know.

I walk over to him and kiss his cheek. "I love you. I'm not mad at you. I mean I am but- I'm going to go lay down for a minute. Just call me when lunch is ready."

"Okay love. I'm about done with the steaks, they just need to rest for a few minutes then they'll be done. I'll come get you."

"I'll be on the couch. I'm going to go grab my phone first though. Thank you again for that by the way." I say as I turn back to leave the kitchen.

"I've had fun catching up on YouTube. There's this artist, Agust D, he's super hot. He's my favorite." I giggle over my shoulder as I walk to our room to retrieve the device.

When I get to where it was thrown on the bed I see that I have a missed call from an unsaved number. They called just a few minutes ago.

As I'm still looking at my screen it begins buzzing in my hand and it looks to be the same number. Against my better judgment, I answer it hesitantly.

"Hello?"

"Yes, is this Jungkook?" A male voice comes through the speaker.

"W-Who is this?"

"I'm a friend of your mothers and I'm trying to get ahold of her. Would you be able to tell me where she is?"

My breathing picks up and I immediately begin to panic. I hang up the phone before throwing it back onto the bed.

I sink down to the ground as I start to hear my heart beat in my ears and a headache begins to build.

"Yoongi!" I am able to choke out as sit with my back against the bed, knees pulled to my chest with my hands covering my ears.

He rushes through the door to me and kneels in front of me as he pulls me into his arms tightly.

"What is it? What's happened?!"

"I-it was the voice... the one in my dream." I say, eyes wide in terror I gulp back my tears and move myself closer against his body. "He called me."