Worthy Of Love

A Few Drinks

Olivia

It had been a few days after my chanced encounter with Jimin Sunbae and going for a coffee with him. Keeping good at his promise, he never spam texted me despite having my number. I half expected him to but looks like, despite his facade of 'I am a legit fuckboi' face, he is actually a half decent man. The conversation in the coffee shop last week had been...well, interesting. Not to compare but seemed like, the first time Jungkook and I had talked about everything and anything under the night sky sitting on the roof of our university. It felt almost enlightening, because for once, I didn't have to have my guards up like a steel wall against my personality.

It was another day at the editing room where Jungkook and I were toiling away on our projects. It had been two hours since we started working and I was in desperate need of some food given how embarrassingly loud my stomach was and God forbid Jungkook heard something, so to save myself from any embarrassment further I decided to order in given how many students in our school did it on a regular basis. It was still daytime, so I didn't need to worry about stores being closed, especially my favourite one which made an amazing plate of Kimchi Fried Rice served with a side of pickled radish and soup.

"Kookie, you want some food?" I asked, mindlessly as I scrolled through the food ordering app.

"Eh? You're ordering in? How about you order from one of those 3000 won restaurants?" Jungkook said as he still concentrated on the timeline of the Final Cut which had, like, 50 channels all making up to one project.

(3000 Won = Approx ₹200/ 3$)

"That's a good idea. They have a lot of options too and I am almost broke this month. It won't be another 5 days until I get paid from my jobs and stipend."

(A stipend is paid to scholarship students in Korean exchange programs so that students can pay their bills and run themselves through the month.)

"You're still doing that freelance job?" Jungkook asked, this time saving the project and finally turning towards me, who conveniently was leaning back on her chair with her legs tucked in and the double chin showing in it's all glory. Saying that I looked ugly would have been an understatement.

"Yeah, it pays per job. And I like photography so I don't really mind honestly." I said, still scrolling through the menu of my favourite place.

"How much though? Hook me up so I can do it too. I am in dire need of money as well." He asked, sitting with his legs together as if he was a princess.

This guy is prettier than a woman, what the fuck? I thought as I spared him a glance.

"Well, it depends on the amount of photographs the client asks you for. More or less, I make no more than 10-20k won per project." I said.

(10-20k Won is approx ₹600-1200/ $8-16)

"That's not bad. If I can get two such jobs in a month, I will be able to atleast save some money and eventually buy a better monitor or a lens that I have been eyeing for some time." Jungkook said, as he sank into his chair.

"All right, I will hook you up with the guy who overlooks my project, he will be able to help you bag a few jobs...anyway, what do you wanna have?" I asked, circling back to the food as my stomach rumbled.

"How about bibimbap or Kimchi fried rice?" He suggested.

"Mmmm...let's add some meat as well with it. What do you suggest?"

"How about some chicken?"

"Alright."

Just like that, through working and eating and going back to working, the evening fell upon us. Jungkook and I quickly packed our bags after shutting the systems down before parting ways. Jungkook had to go to the office every time we used the editing room where we had complete privacy, he said that he preferred working on systems that won't be used by others while our project was still ongoing. And the room we were occupying everytime we edited was barely used as it was one of the spare editing rooms with only 2 working systems, it was a win-win situation for us anyway. Given that it was a MacBook, meant there was a lesser chance of loosing our progress because the damn thing crashed just before the pinnacle of the project. Even thinking about it gives me an headache.