FAME GAME || J.JK [On Hold]

19| Viridity in our blood

11 PM

Jungkook's POV

I step outside the bathroom, I turn off the lights of my bedroom, considering that I don't want any sort of unneeded lights switched on at this late hour when I'm trying to feel relaxed, and the darkness helps me relax.

"Why haven't you sat?" Going back into the living room, I see this little person who is still standing near the door, her body language demonstrating nervousness as she's here for the first time, in my house. "Oh..." She smiles for a second and steps inside the room. I bring the dishes what I brought from the office and keep them on the dining table, waiting for the kimchi fried rice to be cooked since I wanted that, personally, and they didn't have it there today.

"We'll work after the dinner, is that fine for you? I'm sorry, I'm starving." I say just when she sits down and opens the zipper of the bag to take out her laptop. "Sure, it's okay. I'm quite hungry too."

She gets up and comes to me, following me as I walk around and into the kitchen. "This smells delicious," I smile with proudness, looking at the side, at her, and she smiles to accompany my happiness as well. "It does. You cook...very nicely...do you cook often?" I take the spoon to stir inside the pot, thinking for a while, "not often, but, I'd rather say...whenever I can. Taste this."

I fly the spoon to her soft-looking lips, eager to see how she reacts to the food I prepared, having someone react to my cooking after a very long time.

"Is it nice? It's bland?" I startle her with too many questions, but she smiles, shaking her head, still unable to give an explanation for the taste. I play with her, "it's not nice? Oh man..." She holds my hand, once I try to walk away to the stove, her soft touch affecting me in a good way. "No, I didn't mean it like this. It's great, it's cooked and the flavours are mouth-watering, don't be disappointed, Jungkook."

Her words comfort me even though I know she'd praise, since she's not gonna be rude and straightforward even if I fed her burnt food. That's what makes her so sweet, like an angel.

"Don't lie, you can be honest with me. There's no one else here to hear you, so I'll listen to the truth wholeheartedly." I scoop some rice out and taste it with the kimchi, making sure I'd have some cheese on my bite too. "I'm not lying. I wouldn't like just to please you." Surprisingly, this turned out just good. "You also like it, see. It's actually good. It's delicious."

Rumiko smiles at my expression, which I made out of the blue, being proud of the food I made, for the first time. "Yeah, let's go eat." I breathe out in relief as if I'd nailed a heavy exam, feeling the exact same emotion what one feels after having accomplished a big award.

She walks back with me to where the dining table is, helping me keep down the plates. "You can sit," I ask her to do so, then go to the cabinet to take out a wineglass for myself.

End of Jungkook's POV

1 AM

"The word 'distant' would suit better here instead of the one you're suggesting, try it out," he suggests the change of the lyric of the first stanza, so I think upon this, deeply, trying to match it with the tune he composed along with jimin. "Try singing it now." I type down a word in Japanese, which means the same thing as the Korean word means, but the pronunciation is a little different, the depth into the word is more, and it sounds easier to sing in the tune.

"Hmm..." Almost drunk, he bends down to see the laptop screen better as his eyesight must probably be hazy, "this sounds good, I think it means, 'being thoughtless and looking into the open space', right? Something like that..."

"Right," he assumes the correct information, "so it's fine?" He nods, keeping down the glass, glancing over at me with gleamy not-so-sober eyes, "aren't you tired already? We worked like so much today, gave a successful interview, attended the meeting, had so much to be stressed about....rest for a while, okay?" He cares for me, making me happy and my heart flutters like a little bird at this behaviour of his, but I chuckle, understanding why he's saying this.

"Why? Are you displeased because you can't focus and work with me, and that you're tired?"

I hit a weak nerve of his, but he remains still, he only smiles faintly, "yes, I am. I want to contribute something as well, so when I cannot, that makes me mad. But I'm... concerned for you too, you have to rest too or you'll get sick and then I'll have to work alone, and I'd hate that even more."

I get forced to shut down my work, so I close my laptop and let it be there, I stand up and take my glass of wine to the kitchen, feeling full after the two sips which I barely drank.

"Hey, will you go back home now?" He follows me to the kitchen when I clean the glass, being kind since I've been at his place and dined here so it's my duty to be mannerful and at least wash the glass I used. "I mean, it's too late, and taeju and the car aren't even here because we asked them to leave." I really don't want to stay here, it's going to intensify everything I've been ignoring and not paying attention to, and I can't just stay here and cause a trouble also.

"Leave this, gosh," he comes forth and closes the tap, wanting an immediate response, not giving me any time to think or even decide. "I can't, I feel more comfortable in my home."

As I didn't expect, his face shows some annoyance and he steps a little bit away, everything about him telling me he's lonely and kind of wants a company for tonight, to be specific, to be not alone when he's in an intoxicated state. "Okay. It's too late, anyways. But I can drop you home." He says crazy things, not thinking straight, and he goes back into the living room, "my keys, they were...I kept them here."

"You're drunk. Are you going to drunk drive? I don't want you getting a ticket. I'll be here, then." I go to jungkook before he finds the keys of his car, being in a twisted state of head, not comprehending what's wrong and prohibited.

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