CHARISMA | JJK

16

occasionally, a vibration from his pocket caused jungkook to jump in his seat, trying to hide his excitement toward a possible new text from soojeong.
yes.
their communication had dwindled down to text messages–and both sides felt that they missed each
other a lot.

but what could he do?

the photographer had basically demanded his presence back at the studio, infatuated with his persona and handsome yet teenage look.

on the train to their destination, he had avoided eye contact
and any sort of communication for that matter. both plopped down on seats next to each other, yoora and jungkook looked like a perfect couple, but didn't act like they were affectionate towards one another in any way.

yoora flicked a good lump of her auburn hair behind her shoulder–causing jungkook to shift in his seat at the movement.

then she looked at him,
as she got an idea.

"jungkook?" her voice like the screech of a mouse to anyone listening.

he smoothly hummed in response.

"how about you come to my house for dinner?" she grinned, knowing that he would most probably say yes.
because she was cute.

but she was wrong in thinking that. honestly,
he just wanted free food.
the only cutest girl he could think of was soojeong–and he would never turn down anything that she'd suggest.
if it succeeded in making her happy.

"sure." he glanced at her and forced a smile.

yoora clapped excitedly.

and he dreaded it the whole way there.