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"COME ON Mingzhu! It's actually starting to feel like summer now." Jungkook whines as he glances between Mingzhu and the window, looking outside.
Usually Mingzhu would find his groaning and moaning somewhat manageable and understandable, because he always is going on about how excited he is for it to be summer. But. Sometimes, he gets a bit too excited for summer. And forgets that it's not summer.
"It's the firstday of March." she deadpans, as she too stares out the window, leaning on the table with her chin placed in her palm. The sun wasn't even shining. Birds weren't even tweeting. Mingzhu has always been a winter girl. She doesn't like beaches, she doesn't like the humidity, she doesn't like sweating... everything about summer just screamed like 'hell' to her.
"Yeah, but still, it's actually starting to get a bit warmer now, you have to admit." he responds with the raise of his brow, trying his best to convince her. Jungkook has always been a summer boy. He loved the beaches, he loved the warmth and he loved the fresh air... everything about summer just screamed like 'heaven' to him.
"The temperature has increased by 2 degrees. And yet it's still in the minuses." she grumbles and his smile drops. Way to kill a mood.
"What's your point? You know Mingzhu, I think you need to have a more pessimistic view of the world—" he begins before she cuts him off, "It's optimistic—"
"— Don't start getting clever with me now." Jungkook warns with the raise of his finger. She simply leans back with her hands in the air and shrugs, "Just saying."
"You thought the titanic was real so don't act all high and mighty." he says as her eyebrows crumple and her mouth parts open, "It is real!" she argues as he rolls his eyes, "Yes, but not Rose and Romeo—"
"It's Jack—"
"— Don't start getting clever about Leonardo Di Vinci on me now—"
"— It's Di Caprio—"
"— Mingzhu!"
"Whatever. Look. My point is that it's barely even spring." she complains and leans her head back, looking at him. She desperately didn't want to go. It was a Saturday and she wasn't going to waste it by going to this stupid place with a Jungkook. She already spends enough time with it as it is.
"What's your point?" he repeats.
"What's your problem?" she complains, annoyed and breaks eye contact by going on her phone, indicating that she was done with the conversation. Mindlessly scrolling, she chooses to block out any sounds coming from the Jungkook. He's not going to ruin my Saturday.
