DESTINED FOR YOU | TAEJENKOOK |

EPISODE-15: FOOLISH.

[Hello guys, how are you all? I know I have been updating chapters a bit late, and I appreciate your patience and support. I can't believe this book is getting noticed; now it has almost 1.20k readers, and that's thanks to you all. Please keep your support; it keeps me writing more and boosts my motivation. So here's chapter 15. A lot of events are happening between these three lovebirds. Anyway, thanks, enjoy.]

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J E N N N I E

"Pour me one more!" I hiccuped. The bartender looked at me worriedly.

"I said-" I hiccuped. "Give me!" I shouted, banging the glass on the counter. He flinched slightly and poured me a drink. I grabbed the glass and gulped it in one go.

I could see the bar had a few people dancing on the dance floor like madmen, some drinking alone like me, and some flirting and laughing.

"I'm your sun, little moon."

"Ugh, shut up! Shut up!" I pulled my hair, groaning. "Are you okay, ma'am?" A soft but formal voice asked me.

"Yes, I'm goooood, soooooo gooood, like you see," I giggled, then I pouted, "but the voices won't go away," and I burst into laughter. I could feel some people giving me weird stares, which made me laugh even more.

The bartender looked at me with concern. "Now, one more shot."

"But ma'am-"

"I said, Give. Me."

He poured me a drink. When I was about to drink it, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw the caller.

Jungkook.

I rolled my eyes and put the phone on the counter. The phone kept ringing and ringing.

"It's not like how you think, Jennie."

"Little moon, I love you."

"Ma'am, your phone is-" I cut him off, glaring. "Yeah, I can see that! Leave it," I hissed. He nodded his head, sighing. I felt guilty; it's his job. But I couldn't help myself.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you; I just wanted to be alone, okay?" I whispered. He nodded and shot me a friendly smile before going to serve another customer.

"Now, it's me and my problems alone," I muttered, banging my head on the counter.

"Tough day?" a voice said from behind me. I rolled my eyes frustratingly, I just wanted to be alone. I pushed my head up and turned to see a tall man with broader shoulders. He dyed his hair grey and had a smirk on his lips.

"Yeah," I mumbled. He nodded and took a seat beside me, eyeing me up and down.

"Eyes up, stranger!"

He looked at me in the eyes and chuckled, "I can't help it, just admiring the view." I smirked.

"So, what's up?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"Sometimes talking to strangers makes you feel better, just advising."

"I don't trust strangers."

"That's smart, but you can trust me. Who knows, maybe you will feel better," he shrugged. Then he called the bartender, got himself a drink, and turned his attention to me.

"Why did you suddenly come to me out of nowhere and ask me how I'm feeling, and you expect me to tell you?" I scoffed; the bartender filled my glass too.