FAME GAME || J.JK [On Hold]

32| Unlucky charm

Next day

7 PM

"We're here..." he gets off and opens the door for me to do the same, carrying the bag which is supposed to be with me because it is my stuff. But regardless of it, Jungkook always helps me with those things like sharing a hold of my items, fixing my hair when I don't seem to notice, hiding me from the paparazzi crowd and everything else which I never knew anybody would do for me.

"Hey..." he knocks me out my sweet bundle of thoughts I was busy weaving and straightens up to not peek inside the car through the open glass, "are you cold? It's a little chilly out here?" He licks his cherry lips, "come with me. We're gonna stay in that caravan for now."

I look out the window to see the cute bus-like van which is already here since before, for us, in case the weather got rough.

Stepping a foot outside, my spine chills down all the way to my heels and the cold wind blowing through my leg catches me off-guard. It is way too cold. "Careful, it's a steep walk. Hold," his hand catches mine and we both move further ahead to not let the wind cause us any disruption on our way to the van. "How are you going to work in this kind of bad weather, Jungkook?"

Concerned about him falling ill or worse, catching a cold during his shoot, I turn my head to meet his squinted eyes. "I'll work with ease, don't worry. Nothing bad will happen, as long as you're here."

His sweet confidence about my presence makes me proud, happy and blessed. I'm lucky to have him as my lover, my best friend, my partner and my boyfriend; all of them in the same person.

"Are you so sure?" He doesn't wait or require any minute to even think before nodding, "I'm more than just sure, it's like I'm pretty darn good in a fortune-telling bus-" he trips down on the rock, so I instantly catch his arm but he doesn't let his body stumble around. This is funny to me, but I'm glad he's not hurt or I would probably blame myself for that.

"You...still sure I'm a lucky charm, in any way?" I ask him, not serious at all, we both end up cracking. "Ah man..." he doesn't help it, "that's because he came."

Jungkook chuckles upon the poor guy, the one who's totally clueless about our conversation, "eh what?" Taehyung scratches his head, walking to us, carrying a mug of what I suppose is hot chocolate. "Nothing, oh..." he hands it to Jungkook while mister Hada hands one to me, "and here's the whipped cream one for you, Rumiko. Jimin said that you like it this way."

This is so nice of them both, I can't believe Jimin actually remembered that. "Thank you, mister Hada. It's really kind of you. This is gonna warm us up."

"Ah, I made them....thank me a little too, girl!" Jimin shouts out of the opened window of the caravan, without any t-shirt or vest to cover his torso; half-naked in this cold. He wipes his hands with a rag, side-eyeing Jungkook who's busy sipping on his drink. "Thank you, sir. You have all my gratitude for this sweet and warm welcome."

He is so adorable. I swallow the delicious drink which coats the inside of my throat with its chocolaty warmth, walking up to him, sheepishly, showing a smile. "Ehe...thank you for the extra cream."

"Much better, but I'm just bugging you, my honey bunny. And I hope you always know that, because I...." he gets off the caravan, just slipping on a hoodie, smouldering, "won't ever stop being a bug, you see, never." Jungkook throws the mug to him, forcing Jimin's newly built self-esteem to break into tiny shards again. He catches the mug, "bro, fuck you."

My man simply laughs it off like he did not just destroy the older man in seconds, that too without words. "Go and clean them now."

"Fuck off. I'm gonna sleep, dammit. Where you off to, Taehyung?" He goes to check up on Taehyung and the two other men who are having some discussion with a new face, an another person who I'm not familiar with. He seems the oldest man here, around forty, but I'm not sure why I'm getting a feeling that he is filthy rich. Maybe it's because he's covered with expensive things.

"Do you know him?" Jungkook's finger skims past my cheek, he stops and stares at me to tuck my hair behind my ear. I shrug, "I've no idea. Maybe a fashion designer....?"

"Almost there. He's Seoha, the chairman of Chanel." That's surprising. How is he here, and why all of a sudden? "Oh..." I focus back on his fingertips passing through my cheekbone, the sensations making me feel weird in a good way, I look in his eyes to not shy out. "I'm tired. I'm hungry as well. Let's go have dinner. We need to sleep early, my shoot starts at six."

"Yeah, let's go." I smile, leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek, right where his scar is, fully opening his half-opened tired eyes.

"Are we gonna have ramen?" I break the long eye contact, having no more pent-up courage in me, I hate but love how he's still having his attention on my lips. I am such a fool. "We will, and some glass noodles and hot fishcakes too." Jungkook never takes his eyes off mine, he kind of seems off his emotions for a minute.

Nonetheless, he excites my starving stomach. I've got no shame. Before coming here, I ate a big cheeseburger but now I'm hungry again.

"There's something I actually need to talk to you about." He suddenly brings something up, his face of parlous state. His gaze shifting down on me worsens my flooding thoughts, I quietly follow him into the caravan as quickly as possible. We get inside and he shuts the door, he takes his jacket off. I do the same. "What did you want to talk about, Jungkook?" I can't wait, my fastening heartbeat is hurting my chest.

He turns to me and he extends his hand to hold mine as his eyebrows now relax, a smile on his lips curve upwards, "Rumiko, tell it to me, I wanna know what you feel."

He speaks in riddles that I can't seem to process into my head, "huh?" I swallow, my eyes travelling up to his, as it's getting intense for me to handle my impatience, "stop beating around the bush and just tell properly, please." I beg him, he smiles even wide, "your thoughts."

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