Summary: Never get in between a lady and her pregnancy cravings.
Word Count: 697
It would be funny in a few years, once Grace could look at it without gagging, that this had been the pregnancy craving. People had teased her about pickles dunked in ice cream or a single obsession with pineapple. Sheâd waved it off every time.Â
âI wonât have any cravings,â sheâd said.Â
âEven if I do, it wonât be anything crazy,â sheâd shrugged.Â
Right on cue, as the first trimester bled into the second, the cravings hit hard and fast.Â
It started on a random night after a long day of schedules. Dinner hadnât landed right, even if it had been a five-course meal with the rest of Bangtan. Seokjin had retreated to a late-night gaming session with Jungkook, headset on, laughter echoing from the spare room. Grace set herself up in bed with a book, a cup of tea, and a K-drama being dramatic in the background.
Then the hunger nipped. Not hunger hunger, more like an itch under the skin. A little something was needed, the something that had been dogging her all damn day.Â
She slid out of bed, padded down the hall past the âgaming roomâ (technically a box room that had given up being anything but) and drifted downstairs to the kitchen. The cupboards were full: crisps, biscuits, rice cakes, every kind of snack they had bought because who knew which member would appear. But none of it called her name.
âOoh, peanut butter,â she muttered, spotting the jar. She twisted the lid, scooped a reasonable blob with her finger and popped it into her mouth.Â
Warm, salty, creamy and goodâŠbut not it.Â
Something was missing.Â
Her eyes flicked to the fridge and she opened it, blinking at the light. Milk, leftover soup, sliced fruit, pickles, and meat wrapped up and defrosting, and then on the middle shelf, an innocent jar of kimchi.
She stared at it. The kimchi stared back.
âNo,â she told it.Â
But the idea took hold anyway. Spice and crunch with cream, absolutely unhinged to anyone else. Absolutely perfect for a pregnant woman.Â
Two minutes later, she had a slice of bread with a layer of thick peanut butter and a good amount of kimchi. It shouldnât work; it technically didnât work, and no heavens opened, and no choirs sang, but her eyes did close, and a noise escaped her that she would later deny making.Â
This was it!
So she made a small pile of sandwiches, added a separate amount of kimchi and settled herself at the kitchen counter because there was no way she was eating this in bed. Down the stairs, Seokjinâs voice drifted: âKook, left! No, your other left!â
She could just about hear Jungkookâs laugh. âHyung, Iâm carrying you â focus!â
Two small sandwiches had disappeared, and she could hear Seokjinâs footsteps down the stairs and towards the kitchen, headset still on, and he was halfway telling Jungkook about snacks when he spotted Grace.
âWhat are you eating?â he asked, glancing towards the plate.
âPeanut butter and kimchi.â
âTogether?â he blinked.
âMm-hmm. Want one?âÂ
He opened his mouth, then closed it again as he looked at the sandwich in her hand. âI think Iâll pass on that,â he said just as Jungkook shouted down the headset, âWhat is she eating?â
âDonât ask,â Seokjin replied and went to the cupboard to get his own snack, an instant ramen and a packet of crisps.Â
âItâs what the baby wants,â she justified after finishing her last sandwich, and miraculously, the craving had settled as she spooned up the last of the kimchi from the plate.
Seokjin deflated, as there was no counterargument to that. âRight, the baby.â He mixed his ramen. âIs the baby happy now?â
âWe are, but weâre going to need more kimchi and peanut butter, and probably more bread,â Grace noted as she left her plate in the sink but spooned up another mouthful of kimchi and shoved it into her mouth. âNight!â
âHyung,â Jungkook questioned over the headset.
âKook, donât ask and donât get anyone pregnant,â was the advice from a man who had seen the sights and had smelt the smell of peanut butter and kimchi and was trying his hardest not to gag.Â
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Summary: Sometimes, three of the biggest names in KPop need a girls' night.
Words: 2.5K
Schedules never really cooperated anymore. If they were lucky, theyâd squeeze in a three-way FaceTime for an hour, usually with one of them being dragged away mid-call by a manager, a choreographer, or someone yelling, âUnnie, five minutes!â
Grace had been on her solo world tour and only wrapped it up a day ago. IU had just finished filming a drama no one even knew sheâd been in because sheâd sworn the entire set to secrecy. Chaelin was splitting herself between 2NE1 reunion work and her own solo projects. Everyone was everywhere, all at once.
The last time theyâd been in the same room was March, when Grace opened her Seoul tour dates. Now it was late June. Between then and now, it had been group chats pinging at random hours, bouquets turning up at stages across continents, and promises of âWhen things calm downâ that never quite landed. The friendship held steady, but time wasnât generous.
Grace had come offstage Friday night, stumbled through the door half-delirious, and woke up Saturday to a house full of reunited BTS members: loud, affectionate, chaotic. Not that she minded; they were eight again. But she had forgotten what it felt like to share oxygen with seven grown men who acted like overexcited puppies. They also hadnât remembered that, sometimes, their noona needed tea in total silence before she could tolerate being breathed near.
Monday finally came empty, no call time, no rehearsal room, and no cameras. Just quiet. She padded around the house in socks, hair tied up, and makeup forgotten. Jin had gone to a filming schedule in the morning and came back an hour ago, humming as he tidied their takeaway boxes and cleaned dishes they couldâve easily left until morning.Â
Grace was stretched across the sofa, fingers tapping lazily at her phone screen, the kind of relaxed that only comes after months of not remembering what relaxed felt like. The room was soft, sun dipping low, Jin clinking around the kitchen, the hush after months of arenas still settling into her bones.
Then her phone pinged. And then pinged again.Â
Her eyes drifted towards the notification from where she had been watching a TikTok and saw it was the girls' group chat that Chaelin had named: âQueens of KPop.âÂ
Chaelin: I fancy sushi, wine and gossip. Anyone free?
IU: I literally got home, but I can be ready to go in 10 minutes!
Grace glanced at the group chat, then towards the kitchen, where Jin was finishing up cleaning.Â
âJin?â she called.
âMm?â
âHypothetically,â she began, âif two hurricanes in human form asked to descend on our living room with sushi and gossip⊠would you object?â
Silence long enough to hear typing, then a soft ding. âYoongi has approved the escape plan,â Jin announced, sliding his phone into his pocket.
âYou donât have to leave,â she protested, sitting up to peek over the back of the couch.
He snorted and disappeared into the bedroom. Thirty seconds later, he remerged like a man departing for a week-long expedition: cap on, backpack stuffed, and air of wounded nobility intact. He dropped the bag by the door just as Min-ji padded over to investigate.
âIâm not wedging myself between three of the most powerful women in K-pop discussing men and skincare,â he said gravely.
Her phone buzzed.
Chaelin: Grace, donât you dare pretend youâre busy. Your tour just ended.
IU: We can come to you. Weâll bring food and leave our chaos at the door.
Chaelin: I will not leave my chaos at the door. My chaos is designer.
Grace snorted, thumbs flying.
Grace: Iâm horizontal. Thatâs my status.
 IU: Weâll peel you off the sofa gently.
Chaelin: Do you have wasabi, or should I rob the convenience store?
The chat kept sprinting without her as Jin packed a second bag - snacks, obviously, Yoongiâs tax.
âText me when itâs safe to return,â he said, wandering back to the couch.
âIU will vanish by tomorrow afternoon, knowing her. Chaelin,â Grace trailed off, fully aware of her friendâs staying power.
âExactly,â Jin laughed. He bent to kiss her forehead. âI love you. Have fun. Donât terrify the cat, donât redecorate the kitchen, and please make sure no one spills wine on the carpet again.â
He hoisted the bags, gave Min-ji a solemn nod, and headed for the door. He had been a minute before the group chat pinged again.
Chaelin: Just saw Jin downstairs. He told me to behave.
Grace: He knows you too well, thatâs why.
The doorbell chimed. Grace exhaled, rolled her shoulders back like she was about to walk onstage, and padded to the door. She unlocked it to find her two favourite kinds of trouble.
IU stood there in full glam, eyeliner winged like it could cut glass, soft waves cascading, outfit perfectly curated like she'd just stepped off a magazine set. A walking fairy-goddess mood board.
Chaelin, meanwhile, looked aggressively comfortable: oversized tee, cargo shorts, hair in a bun that had given up halfway through the day. Zero makeup. A tote bag full of convenience-store snacks clutched in one hand and a bottle of wine dangling from the other like a threat.
âEmergency board meeting,â IU said sweetly, lifting a bakery box like a peace offering.
âI brought the essentials,â Chaelin said, shaking her convenience-store haul. âSugar, chips, and the energy of a woman who hasnât emotionally processed anything since 2016.â
Grace snorted and stepped aside. âThat could be all of us,â she said, locking the door.Â
Chaelin bee-lined for the kitchen; IU glided straight to the bathroom to take off her glam; Min-ji took one look at the incoming storm and fled under the bed like a tiny survivalist.
Grace let them move the way they always did here, like the place knew their footsteps. She drifted back to the sofa and reclaimed her dent in the cushion. In the background: bowls clinked, snack bags rustled, a cork popped, the kettle began its soft rattle.
Her phone pinged again. This time, not the girlsâ chat but the BTS one.
Jin: Iâve been kicked out of my house. Someone save me.
Attached: a photo of Yoongi holding a whiskey in one hand and the TV remote in the other, face expressionless, captioned with a single skull emoji.
Namjoon: Why has Gigi kicked you out? What did you do?
Ping. Ping. Ping. The thread exploded. Grace sighed, flicked her phone to silent, and slid it onto the coffee table just as the girls returned.
IU handed her a steaming mug of tea with one hand and balanced a wine glass in the other; her eyeliner was gone, hair up, face soft and clean. Chaelin followed with a bowl of chips under one arm, a plate of sushi in the other, wine glass riding precariously on top like a circus act.
âSo,â Grace said, accepting the tea and immediately stealing two sushi rolls, âwhat called this board meeting?â
Chaelin dropped the bags on the coffee table like she was slamming down evidence. âBecause,â she announced, âmen are stupid.â
Graceâs eyebrows went up, âOooh bold. Whatâs brought that on?âÂ
IU sat beside her with her glass of wine and two pastries that she brought. She was trying to eat them delicately like she was still on camera until Chaelin gave her an odd look, to which IU shoved the rest of the pastry into her mouth and got an approved look.
Chaelin exhaled. âItâs him.â
The situationship. The man who texted âmiss uâ at 1 a.m. and disappeared by noon. Producer-adjacent. Non-committal. Grace didnât need more context, because this man had been around for a while, in and out and everywhere else.Â
âHe,â Chaelin began dramatically, âasked if we could keep things quiet a little longer.â
Grace blinked. âQuiet. As in secret?â
âAs in,â Chaelin stabbed a piece of salmon maki with chopsticks like it had personally wronged her, âhe doesnât want his fandom to âfeel weird.ââ
IU made a tiny disapproving noise. Soft, but lethal as she filled up Chaelinâs wine glass even though it was already full.Â
Grace leaned forward, elbows on knees. âSo he wants you but only in the shadows.â
Chaelin took a huge gulp of wine. âApparently I shine too brightly and itâs âintimidating.ââ She threw up finger quotes violently. âMen only want an empowered woman until she actually is one.â
Grace snorted. âHe couldnât handle your carry-on baggage, let alone your career.â
IU choked on her tea, snickering. âGrace.â
âWhat?â Grace shrugged. âI support women. And I support cutting men off like split ends.â
Chaelin threw her arms out. âSee? Exactly. Emotional support empress.â
IU rested her cheek on her palm and gazed at Chaelin. âDo you want him?â
âNo,â Chaelin admitted, voice going small just for a moment. âI don't want to be alone in hotel rooms after shows.â
All three women knew what that felt like, in one way or another. Grace, surrounded by men who loved her either as a partner or like a sister but felt alone in hotel rooms especially in the early days when the title of âOnly female of BTSâ was getting too much. IU, Koreaâs little sister, had so many titles thrown on her and was bigger than she lived, but always alone in the room after standing in front of thousands.Â
And Chaelin, one of the biggest and baddest ladies in Korea, was seen as too bold, too loud, yet underneath all that, she was simply looking for that someone who could see past all that posing and see the Chaelin, not the CL.Â
IU reached and squeezed her hand. âAlone isnât unloved.â
âI know,â Chaelin said. âI just forget.â Chaelin nodded to herself, and then pivoted. âOkay. Jieun, your turn.â
IU hesitated. âItâs not a crisis. Itâs logistics.â She exhaled, eyes softening. âYou know Iâm with Jong-suk. Heâs wonderful. So respectful. Weâre just,â she searched for the word, âlearning how to date while working constantly.â
Graceâs expression warmed. âTwo careers, one calendar. Brutal maths.â
IU nodded. âWe set a dinner date last night. A last-minute script session popped up for him. We moved it. Then my drama team added an early call. We moved it again.â A tiny laugh, more fond than bitter. âBy the time we landed on âLetâs just do ramyeon on FaceTime,â we were both asleep.â
Chaelin pointed with her chopsticks. âThatâs not men being stupid. Thatâs fame being rude.â
âHe sends me little voice notes when he wraps late,â IU added, cheeks colouring. âI write back in the morning with coffee photos. Itâs good. Itâs just, hard not to feel like weâre disappointing each other when schedules win.â
Grace leaned in, forehead to IUâs for a beat. âYouâre not disappointing each other. Youâre protecting each otherâs work.â
IUâs shoulders dropped, grateful. âI needed to hear that.â
Chaelin grinned. âTell him I approve. He looks at you like he knows he got lucky.â
IUâs smile turned shy. âHeâs steady. I can breathe around him.â
âSold,â Grace said. âKeep him. And block âsituationship manâ for sport.â
Chaelin brightened. âI could mute him for a month.â
âA century,â Grace corrected.
âDone.â
Chaelin swivelled. âAnd you, Glow Demon. Whatâs your drama? Is Jin too considerate? Too handsome? Too emotionally literate?â
All three burst out laughing, because if Jin was anything, it was gloriously himself, not a walking therapy workbook. Grace knew she was lucky: with him, with the boys, with the orbit theyâd built together. Nothing sheâd trade. But luck didnât stop clocks.
âNo, none of that,â she said, settling back, shoulders loosening with the choice to be honest. âI think its age. Iâm thirty-five, thirty-six next year. Heâs thirty-three in December. We both want a family; itâs always been on the cards. But the big BTS comeback is right around the corner and as much as weâre a hundred percent behind it, thereâs that small percentage whispering, âOkay, but when do we make space for a baby? For sleep? For us?ââ
The room went gentle-quiet. Not awkward; attentive. IUâs hand found Graceâs knee, warm and steady. Chaelinâs bravado softened at the edges as she handed Grace some snacks.
âItâs never left my mouth like that,â Grace admitted, voice lower. âWe said it to each other after he got back from service, put the relationship on the table, looked at it from every angle, and asked what we actually wanted. It felt good. Clear. But then schedules started stacking, and every time we carve out a plan, a new date drops in the calendar.â She huffed a laugh that wasnât quite a laugh. âItâs like trying to build a nest on a moving train.â
IU squeezed once. âYou donât have to justify wanting both.â
Chaelin nodded, unusually gentle. âCareer doesnât expire at thirty-six. Love doesnât either. Weâre allowed chapters.â
Grace breathed out, the kind that releases a knot you didnât know youâd tied. âI know. Most days I believe that. Some days I look at the year, and the comeback, and I do the maths, and the maths does not care about my feelings.â
âThen donât do it alone,â IU said. âDo it with the person who makes the math irrelevant.â
âJin will succeed at fatherhood the way he succeeded at being the groupâs designated chaos containment,â Chaelin added, deadpan. âHeâll label the nappies and roast a chicken between naps.â
Grace snorted the tension cracking. âHe would label the nappies.â
âAnd he will leave the house when summoned by the Board of Women With Plans,â Chaelin declared, lifting her glass.
Grace let herself imagine it for a second: tour schedules negotiated with nap schedules; airports with a stroller; Jinâs laugh in a smaller room; a life where the stage didnât have to swallow everything. The image didnât scare her. It steadied her.
âWeâll figure it out,â she said at last, not as a promise to perform, but as a choice to keep choosing. âTogether. Even if the trainâs moving.â
âAnd when the time comes, weâll be the aunties and help lay the tracks,â IU added as she stabbed a sushi roll.Â
âI am not being in the bedroom while they,â Chaelin yelped.
IU choked, hands waving, mouth full. âThatâs not what I meant!â
The room cracked open with laughter. Grace fell back against the couch, tea still in hand, wheezing as Chaelin and IU fake-argued about âauntie dutiesâ and door policies. The tension evaporated; the air went warm again.
Some days they were idols with timelines, scripts, choreography, and cameras. Some days they were just women, messy, loud, soft, needing each other when the world outside pressed too hard, when the rails kinked and the route changed.
Either way, they had this: a living room, shared food, bad jokes, and the sure thing of showing up, even if âshowing upâ meant from half a world away.
To slowly get back into writing, I've been thinking of tackling Grace's early days before BTS and the early days of BTS. I haven't really touched that part properly, apart from one or two fics or mentions.
BTS MOMENTS: Taehyung & Grace - Do you need a hug?
There were a few things Grace disliked - waiting, delays, people who kissed ass and periods. For clarification, periods when there were performances to be filmed and periods which were currently crippling her abdomen. The painkillers she normally had werenât touching it this time and she was doing everything she could not to bend over and cry.Â
There were at least five cameras pointing at the stage, two were following the group around to film behind the scenes and then they had the BANGTAN BOMB cameras as well. Everywhere Grace looked, there was a camera and there was no space where she could go for five minutes and just breathe.Â
The boys already knew and god bless them, they were tripping over backwards to get anything she wanted but even they couldnât help with the cramps and even they couldnât get her five minutes spare. Jimin had already done his duty of spot checking her, Jungkook had been there to hold her hand when she needed to squeeze something and the others had gone backwards and forwards to get her water, a heat pack or to discreetly escort her to the toilet.
It was just going to be one of those days and one of those days she was just going to have to battle through.Â
Letting out a low breath, Grace counted to ten in her head and then let out another low breath. A technique Namjoon had found online to help her essentially breathe through the pain, though it was more used for childbirth and if this level of pain was going to be anything like childbirth, then she wanted to skip that part.Â
She closed her eyes and listened to the noise in the background, ARMY talking amongst themselves while the crew finished setting up whatever was causing the delay and the rest of BTS were playing around on stage.
âDo you need a hug?â Taehyung muttered, having reached her side when he noticed his noona was set apart from the usual group shenanigans.Â
Grace opened her eyes and looked at her bear questioningly, wondering where this was coming from all of a sudden.
âIâm not sure itâll help with the pain, but it might cheer you up a little,â he shrugged with that bashful smile of his and she couldnât help but chuckle. If there was anyone who was keeping a quiet but close eye on her, it would be Taehyung. He was a bit more intune with her pain levels than most of them.Â
She didnât have time to nod when she felt his chin on her shoulder, warm arms around her waist in a tight but comfortable embrace. Whether it was the warmth of Taehyung or the comfort, Grace didnât know, but it made her instantly relax and she leaned against him as Jimin wandered over to get in on the hug, wrapping his arms around her from the front to create a sandwich.Â
âA noona sandwich?â Jungkook questioned, pouting a little when he realised he had been left out of the hug.
âIâm cheering her up and Jimin is keeping her doubly warm,â Taehyung grinned, knowing his mission was complete the moment he felt his noona lean on him.Â
âIâll go and get chocolate then,â Jungkook announced and dashed off the stage, ignoring the âfive minuteâ warning from the staff.Â
But at least Grace felt warm and comfortable and relaxed and all she had to do now was get through the recording at least two more times and then sheâd be home. And back in the maknae line sandwich.Â
BTS MOMENTS: Yoongi & Grace - I Got You Everything
The shared calendar that was on their phone alerted all of them of what day was coming up. It had been called various things - Red Day, P-Day, Stay Away Day, Code Red, Shark Week. In the early days, it was between Grace and the staff on what happened during âShark Weekâ as she lived in a different dorm to the boys but when she moved in, there had been a meeting set up with diagrams and other things Namjoon had found on the internet.Â
Namjoon had gone into teacher mode because he had a sister, just as Hobi did and Taehyung, so he knew what to expect. For the others, it had been a long and hard lesson. The shared calendar had been set up in the early days so they knew who had what lesson, who had what training, who needed to be where, how long Jungkook was away in Los Angeles, etc. And when Grace was introduced to them formally as a group, her lady days were added to the calendar.
Yoongi stared at the phone as his calendar alerted him to âCode Red - minus 2 days away.â His brain went completely blank as he stared at the words, taking an embarrassingly long time to try and compute what it even meant until something clicked. Code Red - Graceâs period was due soon.Â
They didnât need to know as a group but it helped explain why sometimes she didnât want to be touched, why she was grumpy when she was normally cheerful, why she needed to disappear for an hour or two to go and lie down because her cramps were borderline childbirth level. Plus it also alerted them to the fact that they needed to be on standby.
âShit,â Yoongi thought to himself. âDoes she even have everything she needs?âÂ
This was the first alert since they moved to the new dorm with its bigger bathroom and they had created a cupboard especially for Graceâs stuff. And Yoongi was pretty sure that it hadnât been stocked up.Â
What the hell did women buy?
It was a question he asked himself as he stood in the aisle, looking at the various products, masked up and the bucket hat sat firmly low so no one could see any of his features. They didnât need Dispatch catching a glimpse of one of their members in the feminine hygiene aisle when they were just getting started.
And the price?!Â
How did Grace afford this in the early days?
Also, how did she know what to get?
There were pads for heavy flow, nighttime, light flow, day time. Then there were tampons for similar things and then there were wipes and other bits that had his cheeks burning. Why did he think this was a good idea?
But he was a man. And he was going to take care of his female member, even if she was three years older than him and clearly knew what she was doing.
Grabbing two packs each of pads for heavy flow, nighttime and light flow and grabbing Graceâs favourite chocolates on the way to the checkout, Yoongi felt like he had accomplished his mission. He didnât know much and maybe heâd do a bit of researching later on because while the safe sex talk had been important, he clearly hadnât been paying attention to the other parts.
Thankfully, he found Grace on her own in the living room with her feet on the coffee table and a book in her lap.Â
She glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow, surprised to see him home so early.Â
âI thought you were going to stay locked up in your studio,â she said as she marked her place with her finger.Â
Yoongi didnât say anything but handed over the bag as he slipped off his shoes.Â
A quick glance inside had Grace looking at Yoongi with a startled look.Â
âUh, I'm not sure what kind of things help with this- so I got everything I could think of,â he said while scratching the back of his head. âI hope this week wonât be too bad.â
The corner of her mouth twitched upward as she held onto the bag. Of all her members, he had been the only one (so far) to step up and take into account her bodily needs.
âThank you, Yoongi. I wonât say a word to anyone else.â
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From Dec-Jan , I will be posting the following prompts with Grace, Seokjin & the rest of BTS, ARMY, Bangtan Baby, and friends/family. If you think a particular prompt works well with someone in particular, send me an ask with the person and a number you'd like! These are lyrics that are from Grace Chu albums.
Nothing to prove, I'm bulletproof - Dangerous Woman
I fight for things you believe in - Everyday
And I'm just gonna call you mine - Don't Blame Me
Wear you like a necklace - So It Goes (JIN)
But it don't matter what they say - Bad Decisions
Yeah, I've been missing you - Thinking Bout You
It's okay to make mistakes sometimes - BREATHE
Like the words written in sand - Through the Night
Realise you and I are in the same boat - Why Try
A little bit scandalous - Into You
You take my cares away - Breathin'
We way too fly to partake in all this hate - No Tears Left To Cry
Bought matching diamonds for six of my bitches - 7 Rings
Yeah, look at you, I invented you - In My Head
I might be a little thing but I like that long - Hands On Me
Gimmie something I can feel - Bad Idea
Why don't we face the danger? - Touch It
Generosity's my enemy - Tears of Gold
Say I know what you want, what you want from me - Bloodline
You're such a dream to me - R.E.M
Keep me in your orbit - NASA
Makin' everybody think that we solo - Side to Side
So when you walk out that door - Leave Me Lonely
Boy, you better bow down on your knees - Queen
Switchin' them positions for you - Positions
Even though I'm wifey - 34+35 (JIN)
You could hold moonlight in your hands - Moonlight (JIN)
Tripping, falling, with no safety net - Safety Net
Build a house with you under the blue roof - I Wanna Say To You
Just wanna lift you up and not let you go - Afterglow
I'd love to see me from your point of view - POV (ARMY)
Jungkook happily pushed the last bit of food into his mouth. There was something about coming home from a long day and having dinner cooked for you, everything homemade, and not something that he had to do himself or order. It was all there waiting for him, lovingly prepared and even better, he didnât have to do the washing up.Â
âAre you sure you donât want me to help?â Jungkook asked, handing the rest of the dishes to his noona as she filled up the sink with hot soapy water.
âNot at all. Youâve had a long day. Go and put your feet up and Iâll join you in a moment,â Grace said as she gave the young man a nudge with her hip.
He felt guilty as his noona worked even harder than he did and he hadnât really done anything important but she was stubborn and he knew better than to argue with her. So off he went to the couch he stole from the dorm, jumped over it and settled against the cushions. He grabbed the TV remote and flicked on the large screen, scrolling through the options.Â
It was nice to have his noona here.Â
After having to leave the dorm and live in their separate spaces, Jungkook missed the days when he could crawl into his Noonaâs room and have her undivided attention. And while they did dedicate time to each other, she lived twenty minutes away instead of being in the next room. Not only that, Seokjin was taking up much of her time as was her solo career.Â
But tonight she was all his and a sleepover organised.
He grinned at the sound of her humming in the kitchen as she did the dishes by hand (donât trust dishwashers) and he settled on the couch, tucking his legs up to his chest. It was the perfect night until it wasnât.
Security rang at the intercom and Grace had beaten him to it, asking who it was and what was going on.Â
âReally? Thatâs odd as weâve already eaten and havenât ordered anything. Is it from someone we know or a local restaurant?â she asked over the intercom, wiping her hands on the cloth.Â
âNo? Right, okay. Bring it up then please.â
âNoona?â Jungkook asked from the couch.
âDonât worry, Iâm just going to check something. You stay here.â
She was being stubborn again.Â
He heard the voices outside his front door as he sat up right, his fingers tossing the remote control up in the air then catching it and fiddling with the buttons.Â
âJungkook, did you have any food ordered for tonight?â Grace asked as she closed the front door behind her and made sure it was fully locked.
âNo, I havenât ordered anything in over a week.â
âHmm, we need to inform the team then,â Grace sighed as she came over and handed him the receipt from the order. It was clearly from a fan who had found his address and had ordered him food.Â
Jungkook groaned and covered his face with his hands. âNo way,â he sighed.Â
âCome on. Youâre packing up some clothes and staying at mine tonight. Seokjinâs waiting for us,â Grace nudged Jungkook towards the bedroom. âIâll call the managers.â
As promised, Seokjin and a manager were waiting outside the main doors to Graceâs building and Seokjin didnât relax until both Jungkook and Grace were tucked up in her bed, covers tight around them.Â
The next day, Jungkook went onto WeVerse to warn ARMY.