Every Thing We Can't Have

its official

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Jihyo woke up one morning with messages not just from PD Jung but also from Joongki and Kwangsoo congratulating her. Bewildered, she carefully read the messsage and found out the news. She wasn't so sure what to feel, delight that she had been given a break or displeasure of how much strength she must commit to the show. Wondering if her body could take the physical challenge.

Pressing dial, Kwangsoo immediately answered on the lane. He was brushing his teeth at the moment and immediately drop the brush on the sink and ran to grab his phone knowing it was Jihyo noona, a certain ringtone he only chose for her.

"Noona ~"

"Oh kwangsoo. Are you free today? I desperately need someone from the show to orient and give me some pretty cool advices, I guess, to prep me mentally and physically. I'm kind of nervous, actually."

If he could just cancel the photoshoot with Joongki, he would and trade the endorsement for her.

"Sorry noona. But Jongkook hyung could go for you. I'm sure he will not mind. I'll give you his number" he suggested to amend his rejection.

"Thank you kwangsoo~ see you"

"Yee. Annyeongg ~"

"Of all days, whyyy?" he muttered to himself and plopped on the bed only wearing bathrobe, bubbles still on his mouth.

Jihyo on the other hand was contemplating whether to call the man she's too akward to talk. 'what would he even think of my call? Eottokhee?'

[ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬: 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜? ]

Phone in her hand, she's pacing back and forth the room while nibbling her thumb. She was like in Mamamoo's Hwassa state when she tried to call Loco, timid and nervous of how the other would react given the fact they haven't personally talk.

Jihyo gave up her nerve and mustered enough force to press dial. After a few rings, Jongkook's manager answered the phone, it was an unspoken command that every time an unregistered number would pop up on screen, he's ought to get the call.

"Call one more time and you're dead. Don't provoke us, or we will see each other in court. Fuck off, arasseo?"

Jihyo was eloctrucate with shock that she almost drop the phone or even swears back as a reflex which she always tries to suppress around people.

"Oppa, mianhajiman igeon Jihyoo, Song Jihyo" she said in a hurried breathe to prevent the other party from calling the authority.

[ 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬: 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑎, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐽𝑖ℎ𝑦𝑜 ]

"Song Jihyo?" Jongkook after hearing the name grabbed the phone fron his manger's hand while he was flushing red from the embarrassment and impudent attitude his manager impulsively kind of attack her.

"Ne~ it's my fault though I didn't introduce myself first. Am I speaking to Kim Jongkook shii?"

"Ye, speaking~ I am sorry, there was this one number who has been pestering us since yesterday and unfortunately, we mistook you"  he was moving carelessly that his manager had an impression, that finally his baby kookie is interested to a girl after the Yoon Eun-hye controversy.

After telling her request, Jongkook, with no doubt, agreed. His manager raised a brow and reminded him in a pantomime way that he had a gym class that must be attended for his upcoming photoshoot. But Jongkook, dismissed all probable stuff that could hinder his service to Jihyo. His manager could not let his refusal take reign so he persisted but got kick in the shin for no good.

"I'll text you the address. See you Jihyo-shii"

"Yee- kamsahamnida"

He dropped the phone, then a loud scream took over corners of his condo unit and punched aimlessly in the air. He was excited, he even shook his manager's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek, twice. Gross, but he was really well fed with enthusiasm.

While on the other hand, Jihyo was contemplating whether to wear a formal or an impressing outfit. "Why do I even have to care!" she murmured while ransacking her wardrobe. At last, she came up with a loose ripped pants and a yellow croptop.

"Do you really have to give up gym?" Jongkook's manager asked.

"Even chicken breast shake"

He took the keys, turned on ignition, and off he go.

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