𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞? || 𝐉𝐉𝐤 × 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 37 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

It's late and Jungkook finds himself pacing in his  room, occasional glances at his phone making his frustration evident. The lights are dimmed, casting long shadows across his face as he thinks about her avoiding him today. "Come on, Eunwoo... Only your call can fix me bro"
He freezes mid-pace, listening intently. The knock comes again, slow and deliberate. He walks to the door, his curiosity getting the better of him. He opens it to find... He blinks, surprised to see her standing there, the dim porch light casting shadows on her face.

She looks up at him, her eyes widening slightly as she takes in his appearance. He's wearing a simple white t-shirt and black sweatpants, his hair slightly disheveled. "Oh, there you are," She smiles softly. "I came to get you for dinner."
Without a word, he grabs his keys and follows her out, closing the door softly behind him. The night air is cool against his skin as he walks beside her, stealing glances at her profile illuminated by the lights. Every step brings a gust of her perfume to him, reminding him achingly of last night.

Y/n takes a seat across from Jungkook at the dining table, she keeps her focus on her food, desperately trying to act normal. "So..." She begins casually between bites, "any big plans tonight?"
"No, not really." *He takes a bite of his food, his gaze never leaving her face. He's studying her, trying to figure out why she's here, why she's acting like nothing happened between them. The tension is palpable, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

"I was thinking, since you're stuck here all day, you must get pretty bored." She smiles warmly at him, trying to gauge his reaction. "I was thinking of entertain you tonight. Jhope oppa isa dancer, you know. I thought it might be entertaining for you to watch him dance "

He leans back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realizes her intentions. Though amused by her obvious attempt to distract him, he plays along. "Oh? Jhope oppa dances? I'd love to see that." His eyes twinkle mischievously.

"Great! I'll let him know you want to watch. He's really good, you'll enjoy it." She continues eating, stealing glances at him to see if he suspects anything.

He finishes his meal efficiently, nodding along to her excited chatter about Jhope's dancing. As he stands to leave, he pauses, looking down at her with an unreadable expression. "Thanks for dinner. I'll head back after sometimes"

Jungkook checks his phone and sees the screen filled with missed calls from Eunwoo - 15 missed calls in total. Plus several unread messages. "Shit..." He clicks on the messages, reading quickly: "Where are you?" "Call me." "You sleeping?" "Are you ignoring me?"
Hitting the call back button immediately, he puts the phone to his ear, running a hand through his messy hair.

Eunwoo answers on the first ring, his voice tight with tension and barely concealed urgency.
"Jungkook, where the hell have you been? I've been trying to reach you for hours!" *He pauses, catching his breath.
Jungkook frowns, glancing at his phone. "My bad, Eunwoo. I left my phone in my room and went to dinner. Didn't even think to grab it."
There's a beat of silence on the other end. When Eunwoo speaks again, his voice is lower, more controlled but still laced with a underlying current of worry. "Jungkook... we need to talk. I mean really talk. I found something out about you, something big. But we can't talk in that house, so I'll send you my location "

Jungkook's heart rate picks up, a sense of foreboding washing over him. He ends the call abruptly, grabbing his car keys and rushing out of the house without a second thought. The cool night air hits his face as he jumps into his car, starting the engine with a roar.

As Jungkook arrives at the location Eunwoo sent, he finds his friend waiting anxiously outside a small, dimly lit cafe. Eunwoo steps forward, grabbing Jungkook's arm urgently. "Jungkook, listen closely. What I'm about to tell you..."
Jungkook looks at Eunwoo intently, his eyes reflecting the dim streetlight. He can feel the urgency in his friend's grip and voice. "Spit it out," he says, his voice low and demanding, mirroring the growing tension in his stomach.