𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌-𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 38

Cha Eun Woo's POV

"Ah, this white wine is as divine as I love it to be," complimented my father. 

He took a clean sip of his wine, whereas I barely touched mine. I wasn't sure if he forgot my age again or just simply didn't care to remember it anymore.

My fingers played with the stem of my empty wine glass to relieve the minimal boredom I felt. 

"Want a glass?" My father asked. I didn't speak a word as my face sat still. "Huh. Being responsible, are we?"

"You know I can't drink wine."

"Eh, your eighteenth is in a couple months. Won't hurt you, I promise." He gestured the half-empty wine bottle at me. One finger from my hand tapped repeatedly in decision. 

But my train of thought came to a halt. A voice I was yet to register its familiarity boomed across the dining room. My father's eyes stared in confusion, and I followed where the exasperated toned man was as it became the foreground of human voices.

I saw the back of a woman who was hunched over the table, holding herself as well as wiping her mouth.

Disgust filled everyone's expression as well as mine, since the vomit coming out of the woman was visible. Her side-profile, though, was as if I could recognise the heartbeat of my mother.

My eyes shot up in disbelief. 

Y/N's POV

Puke that was readily concocted with parts of my breakfast and lunch spewed from my mouth in an instant. It spilled all over my dish, and drops of it landed on the white cloth on my lap. Was highly thankful that I placed it there.

Jungkook launched himself up on his feet, furiously screaming at me. "Fuck! You're a mess! I knew I shouldn't of wasted a hundred and sixty-four dollars on you."

A hundred and sixty-four dollars??

I kept my gaze lowered, now afraid to look at Jungkook as his tone excellently matched what I could accurately envision him doing, as well as remember.

Everyone that circled our table as well as other waiters moved their gazes to us in sync. I used the opportunity to steal a glimpse over at Brandy's direction to witness the stages of her reaction. From wonder, to bewilderment, to shock, to fear.

Oh, how wonderful, but also a fraction embarrassing this all came to unfold.

Our waiter wasn't pleased, as he just appeared scared more than revolted or disappointed that I (intentionally) threw up all over his food.

"Pardon my language," Jungkook turned to the waiter, "but please excuse us as we will be heading out." His tone didn't crack out of character, and my dramatic improvised performance was rather my best work.

We became the Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively of the restaurant.

I pretended to stumble and feel humiliated while Jungkook snatched my wrist, shoving me close to him and marching out of the diner. "Keep the change!"

No one said or did a thing. Mostly just blank expressions with traces of shock puncturing their perfectly manicured faces and moisturised skin.

We managed to secure our characters right up until we left the restaurant. Jungkook's grip loosened from my wrist, which left a faint pink mark on my skin. 

"Mission accomplished?" Jungkook said.

"I'd say so. Brandy looked terrified and was totally convinced by your projection."