𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑫 | JUNGKOOK

48. Claim You

Alba's POV

"So, everyone was asking me about you." Aina began, trailing off as she took a sip of her coffee.

You glanced at her, waiting for her to continue.

"I just said you were sick." she sighed, setting her cup down. "I didn't tell them, you know, about everything."

"I really appreciate it, Aina. Thank you." you said, offering her a grateful smile.

"No problem." she smiled back. "But I was thinking... as you start working at the bar tonight, maybe Nim and Farim won't notice you much. But how are you going to escape Felix? He's literally a bartender, Al!" she said, concern evident in her voice.

"I know." you nodded, already considering the challenges ahead. "I'll handle it. Don't worry about it."

"If you say so..." she sighed, getting up to clear the table. She put the used dishes in the sink and then headed to her room to get some sleep.

You finished cleaning up, washing the dishes and wiping down the table, before heading back to your room. As you entered, your eyes fell on the book lying on your bed. It brought a small smile to your face, a reminder of the small comfort it had provided the night before. You picked it up and sat on the bed, leaning against the wall.

"I have nothing to do anyway..." you muttered to yourself, opening the book to where you had left off.

Just a few minutes later, your phone buzzed, pulling your attention away from the pages. It was a message from Jimin. Your heart skipped a beat as you quickly texted him back.

Jimin: Hey Princess.

You: Hey

Jimin: Are you busy right now?

You: No. Not really

Your phone buzzed again, but this time it was a call from Jimin. You hesitated for a moment, your heart racing, but then you answered.

"Hello?" you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Are you angry at me, Princess?" he asked, his tone playful yet concerned.

"Angry about what?" you replied, feigning ignorance.

"Princess, please don't play dumb with me. I can tell when someone's angry at me. And I can sense your anger through the phone." he teased.

"Why would I be angry at you?" you asked, still trying to maintain your composure.

"Is it because of our date?" he asked, cutting straight to the point.

"I'm not angry." you said flatly, though the slight edge in your voice betrayed you.

"Really? If you're not angry, then come outside." he chuckled, his voice light and confident.

"What?" you said, startled, as you ran to your room's window. Peering out, you saw him leaning casually against the bonnet of his car. He was holding his phone in one hand, the other tucked into his pocket. He was dressed head-to-toe in black-sunglasses, baseball cap, V-neck shirt, and trousers. Even in his casual attire, he looked effortlessly handsome, as if he'd just stepped out of a magazine.

"H-how?" you stuttered, completely caught off guard.

"Come on, let's go for a drive." he said with a smirk, his smile visible even from where you stood.

You were speechless. How was this even real? Here you were, in your pajamas, looking far from ready for anything, and there he was also in his casuals, looking like he'd just walked off a runway. The contrast was almost laughable.