One-Way Ticket | Jeon Jungkook

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The way I almost put more effort into choosing songs than actually writing...

After a long night of rekindling our spirits, ending way past midnight in talks and laughter, Jungkook returned the next day.

Saturday we, yet again, sat on my couch next to each other. But in a much more relaxed manner.
I munched on the abundance of snacks that he had brought because as he had said: "It isn't fair that I just come and eat all your food."
Popping a chip inside my mouth I typed on my laptop that rested in my lap.
"Y/n, you have been working for an hour now, can we please do something?" Jungkook whined from besides me. It had become clear to me that he was strongly impatient. His head had almost been lying on my shoulder the entire time, as he observed me work on my essay.
"I told you I had to work a bit," I said and carried on typing, not letting him get the satisfaction of looking at him. He was like a little impatient puppy. "And you agreed to let me do so."
"Yeah, but you didn't say you would be working for hours."
"Correction. Only an hour. So far."

"Please just put the laptop down and watch a movie with me. Can't you do it tomorrow?" Jungkook asked and stared attentively at my face, eager for my every bit of attention. I looked back at him; his face was close. He smelled good, fresh like spring and that signature Jungkook smell which I couldn't quite place my finger on, all I knew was that it was strongly intoxicating and addicting. He looked like spring too, his face shining in the golden sun as it was still warm outside.
"Well... yes, but then I'm just going to be stressing over it." I tried but it sounded weak when I said it out loud, distracted by his features. Jungkook groaned and ate some more snacks. It was as if he was already watching a movie, except the movie was me. He chewed on his snacks and observed me. Completely captured by my work as a sense of boredom probably filled him up. I bet that he was always on the go, not used to simple relaxation, and even when it was offered had a hard time taking it up. A proper workaholic, filled with passion and restlessness.

I could feel his gaze on me.
"You made a spelling mistake." He suddenly said and pointed at a red underlined word on my screen.
"That's because you're distracting me. Stop chewing so loudly." I grumbled back to his pouting face.
"See, do it tomorrow," He said and shuffled closer so that his face was in the way of my screen. His eyes peeked up at me. "The quality of your work is going to drop if you don't."
I groaned. "Jungkook I really don't need to do a lot, I only nee-" He snatched my laptop out of my lap and placed it on the coffee table before I could object. "See, that's not too bad." He said and tried to convince me. I side eyed him. "This acting school has a too powerful grasp on you."
"No it doesn't. Education is important."
"Not to me." He said and let his eyebrows raise in his forehead. "Now. Movie."
We put the movie on that Jungkook wanted to watch. Iron man. I could feel how he was filled with giddy happiness as the marvel-intro started. I looked down to find his feet, but they were tucked in underneath him. Didn't matter, I knew he was wearing the socks.

It seemed I had guessed wrong about Jungkook. He did know how to relax, properly. Halfway through the movie, his head landed on my shoulder as his eyes fluttered until his long, delicate lashes laid against his soft skin. His lips lightly parted as he fell into a deep slumber. He worked too much, that I could tell as he almost instantly started snoring. He looked serene and soft when he slept. A sort of peace had taken over the powerhouse.
I scoffed and smiled at him. Careful not to move too much, I laid a blanket over him and stopped the movie. I was sure Jungkook had seen it before, many times if I knew him right.
With his head still resting on my shoulder, I resumed my work. I was steadfast about taking college as serious as possible, so that when I was finally ready to take up actual roles, it would for sure be successful.

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Putting my phone, and the text messages that Jungkook and I had shared, in my pocket I slipped inside the classroom-auditorium-stage looking kind of room. It had been three weeks since our reunion, if you could call it that, and about two months since school started.
I sat down in one of the rows of chairs and pulled out my things. The teacher entered, one I actually quite liked, and immediate silence settled over the students.
"Hello hello!" He said and clasped his big hands. There was some sort of casual comfort and confidence over him. "Well today, as promised, we'll be working with intimacy. So, pair up, I will pass out a script and you'll just give it a go. Afterwards I will point out the important parts, what I think is good and what needs a little work."
I started looking around, people already pairing up and leaving me fumbling for a partner. That was the downside of this class, I only really knew Marina and Young-Soo, and none of them were here.