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33. Permit to record memories

Be The One - Dua Lipa

Jimin

I saw Jungkook in football practice. He seemed different. He was laughing more, going back and forth to Taehyung a lot. I didn't know how to describe it, but even on a surface level, he was looking like he couldn't have more fun, yet I could sense something was off. He didn't look at me once, and I wasn't whining or complaining about it. Not that I wanted him to look at me, but it felt abnormal.

Just two days ago, he was as ecstatic to see me as he could, and after one dinner with Taehyung—which my friend mentioned in passing —Jungkook's attention completely switched from me to Taehyung. It wasn't believable, but I was trying to wrap my head around it. Maybe they finally talked and Jungkook decided he would be better off with Taehyung.

Some would ask why was I even thinking about it. It should have been good riddance, but something stung. I chalked it up to neither Taehyung nor Jungkook telling me about their new relationship.

If something had happened between them, I would take full credit for playing Cupid.

Shaking my head and letting out a breath, I ignored the pinprick as I entered the practice room on the seventh floor of the Uni building, only to find Jungkook with a black camera and Hoseok laughing out loud.

The GoPro in his hand looked like what food bloggers used to make vlogs. He was making videos, telling people what to do. "Jungkook," I called his name like a teacher would upon entering a chaotic class.

He turned to me with the same, goofy, smile and pointed the camera right at my face. He clicked something on it. "Say hi, Hyung."

I peeked into the camera and redirected my gaze back at his face, hearing his immature giggles. "Hi," I told him without amusement. "Can you explain what is it?" My finger pointed at the camera lens.

"It's a camera, Hyung." He kept zooming in and out on my face.

"I can see that," I tilted my head further to see his well-confined face behind the black object. "Whose permission did you take to start video recording?"

That wiped his smile and I felt myself jolt at the loss. "I needed permission to get the camera?" Asking innocently, his shoulders slouched as he lowered the device a little.

"What are you intending to do with recording?" I crossed my arms, asking in a softer tone.

"Nothing. I will keep them as memories." He told me, pouting and hugging the camera to his chest like I'd seize it from him if he didn't secure it.

I shook my head and puffed my cheeks before exhaling heavily. I had a big day today. "Fine, you can fill out the permit form and bring it to me. I will approve it."

"You would?" He excitedly stepped closer and his cologne invaded my senses. "Thank you, Hyung."

I couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. No problem. Now take it away. We have practice to do."

"Okay," He clicked something again and pointed it at my nose. "Say something."

My chest rumbled as a laugh bubbled out of me. "You little - Put it away before I change my mind."

He didn't stop recording me when I turned and took off my jacket. I watched him in the mirror,  frozen in his position, his camera pointing at me from behind. I waved to break his trance. My brows raised in warning as I made eye contact in the mirror.