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"No, exactly what are you doing?" She murmured, squirming in his grip as he wrapped the scarf around her neck, his other hand holding her in place while the other fastened the piece of material. "It's snowing outside; obey what I say or we won't go out." With his comment, her face sulked even more. She just wanted him to stop covering her up like a child and let her wear something pretty but here he is, forcing her to put on all sorts of things she doesn't like as the temperature drops below zero outside.
"B-but I'm not cold," she argues as he bends down to her level and looks her in the eyes, "because you're in and the heater is on." He mocked her even more, knowing she was making excuses to get away with it. "All right, old wolf, you're behaving like you're my father." She murmured the last sentence under her breath, which he probably didn't notice because he was still wearing his boots. "Here," he said as he stood up, holding one of the pairs of shoes for her to wear.
"Oh? Ok. Thanks." She sat on the bed, smiling, when he bent over his knees, kneeling down and forwarded the shoe to her foot, helping her. Her eyes shook as he held her foot carefully, shifting the shoe over and doing the same with the other one before eventually rising up and handing out his hand for her to stand up. "Where exactly are we going?" She inquired as he shut the door behind him and slid her to the lift by the small of her back.
"A museum, since you said you liked painting." She came to a standstill. He recalled? But it had been about two months since she said that to him. "Finally, dinner at a restaurant." She smiles and signs her hand with an okay before adjusting her cap on her head. "We will be returning tomorrow." After a long period of silence, he abruptly spoke up. The car moved swiftly on the road because driving was not difficult or risky due to the lack of snow on the road.
"Oh? That's OK." That is okay; because she missed her workplace, as did Nein and Mrs Jeon. She wanted to see her brother because it had been so long since she had seen him, but she couldn't because of the work weight on her back. She needs to get back to work.
"Can we come here again?" Even though she is aware, they must want to go back here because she adored this place. He drove while nodding quickly to her and said, "whenever you want to." She finally gets a smile on her face before sliding back into her seat and observing the hue and source of the dazzling light shining through the city skyscrapers.
"Jungkook?" He hummed in response. "Do you have any siblings?" She notices his eyes widening for an undetectable second before returning to their regular size, "I have an older sister." "Oh. I've never met her." "I had. She is no longer alive." She swears she saw his eyes shake and him take a long breath before regaining his composure.
"I'm really sorry." "Don't worry. It's been a long time." He could never hide from her, no matter how powerful he appears; it's as if she can tell when he's happy or sad. Her heart speaks for itself. "It's okay," he assured her, or rather himself. It was the first time she'd seen him frail, distressed, and distant. He was so far off that he couldn't tell her.
