form follows heart /jungri

xiv. the eighth wonder

a/n: omg this took forever to write but I was so busy with moving out and work and studying that I did not have the brain capacity to do any writing 💀 thankfully, going on vacation soon so will see u in around two or three weeks 😽😽😽

as always, thanks for commenting/voting! hope y'all stay till the end :)

"Yo, Joy!"

Yerim screeched to a halt in the parking lot of the club, neon pink lights spilling from the entrance coloring Jimin's white shirt and black khakis. He was jumping up and down and waving a hand. That wasn't unusual, though. The fact that he was completely focused on Joy, the very definition of her name reflected on his face, was what shocked Yerim. If she had disappeared, they would definitely already be in each other's arms.

Turning around, she saw that Joy was mirroring Jimin's exact actions, and her jaw dropped. "What is happening?"

Joy literally had to tear her gaze from him to focus on Yerim. "I invited Jimin."

"You told me before." Yerim tapped her mouth. "I'm talking about the way your mouth is about to split your face open."

Her friend immediately pressed her lips into a straight line. "What smile?"

Yerim narrowed her eyes. "Are you two-"

"Irene!" Joy shouted, giving Yerim a sheepish grin, before darting to Irene's side and hugging the distraction. "Glad you could make it."

"Hey." Irene returned the hug, smiling. "I managed to finish all my work."

Yerim joined the little huddle, stopping next to Jimin and pinching him in the elbow.

"Ow," Jimin cried.

She glared at him.

His eyes widened with faux innocence. "Yes?"

"You and Joy?"

At the mention of her name, Joy, who had been talking to Irene, looked over, and Yerim swore that some kind of conversation passed between her and Jimin in that second. She was so close to jumping on Jimin and pummeling him for answers when Irene looped an arm around her. "They've been talking ever since your birthday," Irene whispered.

Yerim stared at Irene in disbelief, and the latter firmly nodded, as if she couldn't be any more correct. Yerim flung a finger at Joy and Jimin. "You two, how did I not know?"

"Irene knew," Jimin accused.

"That's because-'' Irene squeezed Yerim's shoulders. "-unlike a certain person, I've not been distracted by a rich, hot almost-CEO of-"

"I have not been distracted!" Yerim interrupted, glaring at her. "I've just been... occupied."

All three of her friends pushed her at the same time, chortling, "Same difference!"

"Which, by the way," Jimin continued. "We never know what's happening between you and him."

Feeling a rush of heat spread up her neck, Yerim crossed her arms. "Nothing's going on."

"Liar!" Jimin gasped, flinging an accusatory finger at her. "Liar!"

"Don't try to change the subject." Yerim narrowed her eyes at the two culprits. "How long has this been going on?"

Joy and Jimin exchanged another glance before saying, together, "Since we met at your birthday."

Yerim thought back to their interactions and sighed. Maybe she had been distracted because they had been obvious. She pulled Joy to her side, reaching up to whisper, "Has he been treating you right?"