Fight the Alchemy || KTH FF

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⋆.˚Ayun˚.⋆

Blink.

Blink.

I stared at the clock. 6:30 AM.

What the hell am I still doing here?

My eyes felt like they were glued shut, but I forced them open, trying to focus on the mess of papers scattered across my desk.

The rest of the team had bailed around 3 or 4 in the morning, leaving me to wrestle with the designs on my own.

I was practically swimming in a sea of fabric swatches and sketches and my brain feels like a cotton ball, barely functioning, begging for just a few minutes of sleep.

Just a few...

I nearly dozed off and became one with the desk when the sound of the door creaking open jolted me back to reality.

"Did someone let a zombie out of its grave again?"

I didn't need to lift my head to know who it was. The familiar scent of coffee hit me before the man's voice fully registered.

He sauntered in, two cups of coffee in hand and a brown paper bag dangling from his fingers like he was Santa Claus on a coffee run.

A soft thud hit my desk. I opened one eye—just one—because opening both required more energy than I had left in me.

"Jungkook..." I groaned, pushing myself upright, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "You're a lifesaver."

"Don't I know it," he quipped, placing the coffee and bag on my desk.

"I got you breakfast. Thought you might need it since you look like you haven't eaten since..." He taps his index finger on his chin, narrowing his eyes "the Stone Age."

I snorted, grabbing one of the cups and taking a long, much-needed sip. "You have no idea."

"I think I do," he said with a smug smile, leaning back in the chair across from me. "And I'm guessing the others ditched you to 'handle things' on your own?"

"They didn't ditch," I grumbled, tearing open the bag to reveal a warm croissant. "They left when they realized I'm a workaholic who doesn't know when to stop."

"Correction," the man pointed out, shrugging "You're a workaholic who doesn't know the concept of eating or sleeping. Hence, my grand entrance."

Between bites, I glanced at him raising my eyebrows. "How did you even know I'm here?"

Jungkook looked up, twirling the paperweight on my desk between his fingers. "I tried calling you last night."

I frowned. "Really? I haven't checked my phone."

He looked back at the paperweight, giving it a small, thoughtful spin before setting it down with a casual flick.

"You didn't answer. So, I called Yoongi hyung."

I stared at him, the corners of my mouth twitching despite my fatigue. "So you're telling me Yoongi ratted me out?"

"Pretty much," Jungkook said, leaning back and crossing his arms.

Jungkook waited patiently for me to finish the food while occasionally pointing out different sketches placed around my desk.

I finished the last bite of my croissant before picking up the cup to finish the remaining coffee.

"Yoongi hyung's back after two weeks." Jungkook started, breaking the silence with a teasing tone.

"So, What did you two get up to?"

I looked at him from behind the rim of my coffee cup, taking a slow sip before setting it down.

"Not quite what you'd expect," I said casually, rolling the edges of the tissue placed on the desk.

"He went out for dinner with his partners."

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised by my nonchalant tone. He leaned forward, his posture shifting to one of genuine disappointment.

"Really? I thought you had something special planned for the evening he came back."

I nodded, thinning my lips before responding. "I did. I had everything set up for a special evening together."

He asked softly "And he didn't cancel his plans for the dinner even after knowing you'd gone through all that trouble?"

I sighed at the reminder of how the evening turned out.

"He mentioned the dinner was important, after all they sealed a huge deal." I said subconsciously defending my husband.

"He could have rescheduled the dinner a day after, couldn't he?" he grumbled sounding a little bit annoyed.

"It's fine, Jungkook. Another time I guess." I said shifting my attention towards the computer screen while wiping my hands on the tissue.

"I really need to get this done." I mumbled more to myself.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "You're going to work yourself into an early grave. At least let me help you finish up."

I sighed, knowing he was right. "Fine. But only because I'm too tired to argue."

"Smart choice." Jungkook said with a wink, grabbing a spare chair.

As much as Jungkook wasn't a fashion designer, his eye for detail was sharp.

Having spent years in the entertainment industry, he had a thing for spotting what worked visually and what didn't. 

His unique perspective often helped refine my designs, even if he wasn't the one creating them.

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Btw, Jungkook and Ayun are 25 years old and have been friends since high school. 🎓👫

Yoongi is 30. 🕒

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