27: Zoey

Monie and I walked back towards the house, hand in hand. The way that Jin had been looking at me earlier is slowly refilling my mindset. Why had he looked so sad? Am I missing something here? Regardless of how he must be feeling, if this charm is affecting him or not, I will have to pay him a visit. I must know why he's setting me up with his brothers, while he himself had to make a move. I know that he's helping me and all, but somehow it doesn't feel like it to me. On the contrary, it feels like he's trying to get rid me. Maybe I'm just over thinking. A flash of his facial expression popped into my head. He seemed to be at the brink of tears, or were I just imagining things. When we entered the house, the smell and sound of food being prepared reached my senses. We made our way towards the kitchen. Namjoon pulled out a barstool, sat down on it and pulled me into his lap. I giggled softly at something that he whispered into my ear. Through the corner of my eye I noticed how Jin's back stiffened. His harse remark were cold enough to freeze a cup of water on the equator. It's nothing like the Jin that I've came to know. "Chill hyung, we're just having fun," Namjoon hissed like a cobra. "I'm busy with food, go have fun somewhere else," he stated melancholicly. Why is he acting this way? Is this all doomed? Had it been doomed all along? Had I put myself through this rollercoaster ride for nothing? If he's indeed uninfected by this curse, how am I going to save his brother? The Deity of love! He turned towards us, plastering a coy smile upon his lips. "Please?" He deliberately avoided eye contact. Had I done something to offend him? Had I been offensive in any way? Monie stood up from the stool, grabbed me by the wrist and drag me out of the kitchen. He might have his hand snaked around the end of my arm, but my thoughts are miles away. I simply can't make any sense of his suddenly cold attitude. Is is just in a bad mood? If that's the case then why does it feel so personal?

Namjoon assured me that I shouldn't let it get to me. That he's just in a foul mood. Still I can't help but think that I am somehow at fault for his sudden uncharacteristic behavior. Monie lead me towards the sofa in the living room and drag me on to his lap, again. We kiss, again. He's an absolute dream when it comes to making out. I can't seem to get enough of this feeling, even though it's nothing compared to Suga. Since when am I referring to Yoongi as that....! Fits him. He's as sweet as a lump of sugar. A deliciously golden cake of honey, in each and every sense of that metaphor. I stood up after a while contemplating, look Monie in the eyes and said: "I'm going to go to my room. Take a shower and get into bed early. Please, tell your brother that he don't have to worry about me. I'm not that hungry." I planted one last kiss on his lips and departed. I could feel how he stared at me as I walked away.

True to my word, I entered the bathroom and regulated the water to my preferable temperature. I allowed the warmth of the shower to cleanse my worries away. After a while thinking about Jin's sudden change of heart, I step over the low threshold. Dried off and dressed up for the comfort of my room and the lazy evening to follow. I entered my now foggy room. To my complete astonishment I saw Jin sitting at the foot of my bed, waiting.