Jungkook smiles ruefully at the explanation, licking his lower lip as he holds out the bowls for both of them. "I shouldn't have lied," he admits with a duck of his head. "I've worried everyone. Hoseokie hyung offered to bring my homework, Yoongi hyung asked if I was okay. Taehyungie... hyung knows a little more about what's going on with me, but I think that just made him the most worried of all."
He glances down at the warm bowl in his hands, cupping it with both before finally picking up the spoon. Juk is a dish he's had countless times before, especially whenever he's sick. It's even possible that his own mother will make it later today, though Jungkook's done his best to hide the whole ordeal from her.
It's almost routine. Too much of a mark, and Jungkook's stepfather suddenly becomes accommodating at least for that much, willing to call the school about his absence, none of it revealed to Jungkook's mother unless necessary.
Jungkook takes a bite, and finds that it's enough to bring back an appetite.
"How does hyung make juk? Is there broth in here?" he asks, scraping the spoon along the side of the bowl to keep the edges of the juk even. "Ah, chocolate after will be nice. We can split that."
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He glances down at the warm bowl in his hands, cupping it with both before finally picking up the spoon. Juk is a dish he's had countless times before, especially whenever he's sick. It's even possible that his own mother will make it later today, though Jungkook's done his best to hide the whole ordeal from her.
It's almost routine. Too much of a mark, and Jungkook's stepfather suddenly becomes accommodating at least for that much, willing to call the school about his absence, none of it revealed to Jungkook's mother unless necessary.
Jungkook takes a bite, and finds that it's enough to bring back an appetite.
"How does hyung make juk? Is there broth in here?" he asks, scraping the spoon along the side of the bowl to keep the edges of the juk even. "Ah, chocolate after will be nice. We can split that."