The Perfect Chemistry || Jungkook FF [Complete ✔]

Chapter 5 | "Jerk Jeongguk"

Who had the most number of new members and get the extra fund for their club?

6:45 PM | Seoul street

Y/N jogged down the hill in the familiar neighbourhood street. After hours of cleaning the mess they made for the recruitment week, her body finally called it a day and screamed for a rest.  Thankfully, the boys kindly cleaned up the leftover so she could go home early and took a warm bath. Besides, she consumed too much energy in that short event and probably needed a month to recharge herself.

The results, you may ask?

The Fine Art Club took the trophy.

Cheer to them, silent cry at the other side. Despite losing the fund, Y/N didn't feel like a failure. She already mentioned in the beginning, that the Writer Club piggy bank was sufficient enough to manage the activities for the semester.

However, looking back on all the hassle, she felt they were all worth every time and sweat. This is senior year, memory should be made. 

The least contribution she could make was to scout more people to join the club before she focus on the final exam and making the grand exit at the end of the spring semester in June.

All thanks to Jeongguk.

"Welp. At least he is happy." She murmured in the silent street as the sun finally disappeared beyond the horizon and the full moon took place to shine her way home.

She turned at a curve and immediately saw a tall man leaning on the electric post. Her steps halted as her eyes squinted to get a clear view of that precarious person. Her guard was down as she instantly recognized that silhouette.

"You. What are you doing here?" She blinked in perplexity.

The man tilted his head. Although his eyes stay hidden underneath his big grey hood, his thin pale lips appeared visible. He gave her a warm smile as he ambled to her side with both hands warmly kept in the pocket.

"Waiting for you. Naomi texted me that she left early," he spoke with white smoke expulsed from his mouth under that cold temperature.

"Yes. Girl problem."

Jeongguk nodded slowly.

Another minute of silence passed by where they just stared at each other with no words.

"So, why—. Hold on. Where is your bike?" She peeked behind his back and around, but his favourite bike was nowhere to be seen.

"Ah. The bike," he chuckled dryly. "It started to act up just now. I sent it to the repair shop. So... yeah." His head hung low, his boots kicked and scratched the tar pavement.

"Crap. This is soo embarrassing," he covered his face with his palm, groaning hard. "I was planning to give you a ride home."

"That's ok. I am still blessed with a pair of healthy feet. I can walk."

Jeongguk stared at her with amusement. "You and your sarcasm. Never failed to impress me."

Y/N attention shifted to his pale chapped lips and his hand that was lost again in his pockets. She frowned, wondering how long he must have stayed under the freezing night at the peak of the winter month.

"You shouldn't wait for me, Prince Charming. My house is not far from here," she continued walking in the direction of her house when Jeongguk suddenly shouted.

"What kind of boyfriend would let his girlfriend walk alone at this hour?"

She stopped and twisted her heel to respond.

"Wel—"

"I promise your mother that I would take good care of you. That includes making sure you arrive home safely."

Y/N's lips closed back. Her facial expression softened like watching a sunset on the top mountain. Warm and gratified. She gave the man one of her precious smiles before sauntering back to his side.

They just stared at each other, but with much fondness like how a couple would look at each other in secrecy. Unlimited affection. No one to judge, no eyes scrutinizing. She loved that. 

Y/N tilted her head down, pulled out his left hand from the pocket and wore off his gloves. She slipped her tiny hand into his large one. Instantly, she frowned at the coldness of his hand pricked on her skin.

He could wait for her at her faculty building, or outside the campus main gate. Why bother waiting far to fetch her? Was it because of her warning not to talk to her on campus? Maybe she was going a bit unreasonable. But Jeongguk never listened. He always plays the games by his rule. No rule. But he started to listen to someone else if and only if that person is named Song Y/N.

This stupid love fool man.

She interlocked their hands together like a perfect lock and key while closening their distance.

"Congratulation." She said as Jeongguk used his free hand to rub his nose with sheer fulfilment. Not gonna lie, he liked the taste of winning. Now the Fine Art Club can operate without budget limitations. "I didn't expect to work my brain and arse off at the last minute." He said. 

"You enjoyed it." Said Y/N, referring to the Jeongguk filling in as the model.

"I enjoyed it more when seeing you flustered." He shot back with a teasing grin to the memory of her embarrassed face in the studio. Even at the moment, she was still shy.

"Jerk Jeongguk." She muttered under her breath, cheeks flared with her obvious pleasure witnessing her boyfriend in the perfect fit of charisma. 

She can't deny that Jeongguk was a physically attractive man, and he belong to her. Still, never once did she feels possessive of the need to have him all for herself. She knew how friendly and likeable he was compared to hers. Although, she used to get jealous of that side of him.

"So, love. Does this mean I can talk to you? Be near you. Look at you on campus?" He asked playfully, earning him a sweet giggle and huge nod from the lady.

Spontaneously, he raised their intertwined hand and kissed the back of her palm for long seconds. His hot breath and hot touch generated a spur of heat in her body. Her heart fluttered. She just couldn't hide that content smile nor Jeongguk.

She was too shy, but soo in love with the man while the man was too expressive and equally (or more) in love with the woman. He loved to show off, she loved to keep it intimately private. In this relationship, they learn to tolerate each other differences. Make a better version of themselves.

The sky canvas became pitch black. It was getting chilly too. The pair strolled lazily through the neighbourhood street. Sometimes, a fainted laugh can be heard while a silhouette of the pair friskily hitting each other can be seen from afar as it disappeared at the dark end.

To be continued...