lucky to have found you.

part x. my boyfriend.

Park Chaeyoung believes that the world operates in funny ways. 

She believes that the night can't get any more perfect as they walk back to the night car, beautiful sunset sky turned dark and he'd even gotten them ice creams for the walk. Jeon Jungkook chuckles as he looks at her.

"What?" She wonders, raising a brow.

"You have something here," he points to the side of her lip, bringing his thumb against her skin to wipe it off. 

It's almost instinct, the way her body caves in, as she leans in, moments from closing her eyes as she's about to kiss him, for the first time.

Until her phone rings. 

Jeon Jungkook chuckles, watching as she in a slightly agitated manner fumbles through her bag and reaches for her phone, knowing that it was her work phone. 

"I'm sorry—" she apologises, an embarrassed smile across her lips as she sees that she's indeed right, with multiple messages from her staff. 

"It's okay," he stops walking and gives her a moment to answer the phone.

By the end, she's in no mood for romance.

Her studio was completely flooded by a faulty pipe, and all the furniture and items were drenched (and potentially badly damaged).

Perhaps the world was reminding her, that she couldn't have everything at once. 

-

Lalisa Manoban rushes to the studio when she hears the news from her best friend, who's frantically calling her. At first, she thought that maybe the date hadn't gone well, but she was wrong. 

When she meets at the studio, she sees the staff all standing on the side, watching as Jeon Jungkook, completely shirtless begins moving the furniture out. Park Chaeyoung is outside of the studio, talking with the manager of the building, clearly flustered at the fact that her expensive furniture and equipment had been damaged. 

Lalisa Manoban quickly rushes to her best friend, trying to listen in but not hearing much because she only catches a little bit about the end of their conversation.

"We'll claim the insurance on it, Miss. Park," the older man tells her, "... please don't panic we're doing everything we can. But I'll make sure it's covered."

Park Chaeyoung is clearly upset, eyes slightly teary, "... it's not about the money, but I have a full month of clients to cater to, please make sure it's done as soon as possible— many of them have booked a year in advance." 

The gentleman nods before excusing himself before Lalisa Manoban goes to hug her.

"It's okay, don't stress," she whispers, rubbing her back comfortably, "... I'll take some time off work to help if you need it."

Park Chaeyoung sighs, shaking her head, "... it's okay, I have backup equipment in storage actually... might see if I can rent space from another tattoo parlour nearby." 

"Babe, don't stress," Lalisa Manoban tells her, "... it'll be okay. Take a moment to breathe, Chaeyoung."

"I can't," she insists, suddenly her eyebrows are furrowed together as though she was truly pissed.

"Chaeyoung, being upset won't hel—" 

"It's not that," she explains, before pointing to Jeon Jungkook who was still working alone, carrying all the equipment, very shirtless, "... but why are my staff just ogling at my boyfriend like they don't have homes to go to and things to do. I need to dismiss them right now!"

Lalisa Manoban can't help but laugh, but turns her eyes slowly and realises that it's no wonder that Jeon Jungkook made it to the national team.

He was fit, in fact, beyond fit. His muscles looked like an art piece caved based on ancient greek—

"Lisa stop staring!" She hits her playfully, before rushing out to dismiss her staff, telling them to prepare a text message for clients about the new temporary location.

Lalisa Manoban thinks that it's cute, to see a different version of her. 

She simply watches as she quickly pushes all her female staff out, telling them to go home to rest before walking to her new boyfriend, and telling him to put on a shirt.

From afar, she can hear snippets of her nagging.

"Why?" He questions in confusion, knitting his brows together as she throws the shirt at him, "... I'm going to get sweaty and some of the water is still leaking, it'll dirty my shirt? And it's hot working al—"

"Jungkook..." she pouts, "... just put the stupid shirt on."

"I know you're stressed but you shouldn't get angry over something so sm—" he tries to calm her, quickly putting it on as he leans in and kisses her forehead.

"It's not that, but all my staff are staring at you like you're a free art show," she explains, lips pouting even more, "... I don't like it."

Jeon Jungkook chuckles, a slight shade of pink against his cheeks, "... they weren't, I'm sure they were just concerned over the studio but even if so, they can look all they want but I'm all yours. You know that right?" 

Lalisa Manoban admits it's quite sweet (although she internally wants to puke).

"I don't care, I don't want anyone else drooling over my boyfriend," she protests.

"Don't pout your lips like that, it makes me want to get that raincheck on that kiss right now... and sadly, this isn't the right nor romantic setting for it."

At that moment, Lalisa Manoban purposely coughs, clearing her throat.

She can't handle seeing the two reenacting something straight out of a movie. 

"Oh, Lisa," Park Chaeyoung quickly steps back, an awkward smile on her face, "... should we go for ice cream? Is Bambam already on the way? Everything has already been done, so he's free from manual labour."

"Unfair," Jeon Jungkook jokes.

"You two are disgusting," Lalisa Manoban rolls her eyes, "... let's go and wait for Bambam at the gelato place across the road."

But inside, she's glad, knowing that her best friend is experiencing a love that is real.

A love that she's always deserved.