The Clandestine Us

Eight

⋆˖˚Jennie's POV .𖥔 ݁ ˖

We ate at one of his favorite barbecue restaurants. He was the one who chose the restaurant because I lost when we played rock, paper, scissors. He's competitive as hell that even my charm won't work on him.

We went straight to the available corner seat. He bragged that they usually hang out there with his friends from the 97 liners, who are Yugyeom, Eunwoo, and Mingyu.

My eyes wandered around the restaurant's interior design and ambiance. They offered foods, beverages, and the likes. It's pretty chill here.

"The owner and the staff here already know us; they wouldn't post about us if that's what you're thinking," he said when he saw my reaction.

"I don't even think about that, you're just advanced," I replied.

"I just want to assure you," he said, flashing a cheeky smile.

I playfully rolled my eyes at his reaction, earning a chuckle from him.

We were now more comfortable than earlier, even though I didn't get a chance to talk about why I had purposely avoided him for the last couple of months. I didn't intend to explain since I didn't want to ruin our moments.

He asked me to choose what food I wanted to eat, but I just said I wanted to try his favorites at this restaurant. Whatever he ordered would be the same for me.

"Are you sure?" he grinned mischievously.

I didn't mind his reaction and just nodded, agreeing with him. He called the waiter and pointed to the menu for what he was ordering instead of saying it out loud. But I was too hungry to care.

He was showing me his newly covered tattoo when our orders arrived. Samgyeopsal, bulgogi, galbi, kimchi, lots of side dishes, steamed rice, soju, and beers filled our table. When the waiter was done serving, I looked at Jungkook, who was now busy putting meat on the table grill.

"Seriously, Jungkook? This is too much," I stated.

"I just followed your instructions, though," he replied simply, not paying attention to my reproachful look.

I just calmed myself because I knew he wouldn't budge, and he was a heavy eater, so it was okay.

He was humming a song while grilling the meat, sometimes making dance movements. He was in front of me, and I just watched him do those things.

When he had cooked a lot, he went to the seat where I was sitting and sat beside me. I looked at him with a 'what?' expression.

"Ah yes, you need to take a photo of me sitting in front of you," he said, as if that was how he got my look.

I giggled at his innocence; he was adorable. He went back to his seat and urged me to take a photo of him with my phone, and he did the same with me using his phone. He was even smiling widely. He then returned beside me, and I just watched him, smiling a little.

"You're clingy, aren't you?" I asked when he started putting meat on my plate.

He looked at me with an obvious 'huh?' expression on his face. I was tired of repeating myself, so I shook my head.

"Nah, let's just eat."

We were talking about what we did during the time we didn't communicate. After some time, I noticed that he kept feeding me, to the point where I barely touched the food he had also put on my plate. He was making me feel like a child. It felt like he was doing it out of habit, even though this was the first time the two of us had eaten out together. Before, when he used to visit me at work, we often ate together in the dressing room or somewhere else, and he didn't do this. Is he practicing this with another girl while we weren't talking?