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Chapter Four

Even after my epidose that day, I still found myself going up to the salon every week. Same day, same time. And I would always find the same smiling Jungkook waiting for me at the salon door.

It's become a habit almost. Even Yoongi waited for me at my door the same time each week. Its been nearly a month now. To the point where it seemed as common as breathing to me.

"Wow, look who's here bright and early," I chuckle, ruffling Yoongi's hair.

"You're lucky you're not dead yet making me..." he trails off in some Korean as I smile in his direction.

I poke his nose. "Seems like you're speaking more and more Korean every day."

Yoongi smacks my hand away, not liking the feeling of being treated condescendingly. "It's because I've been hanging around that nail salon every single week." He didn't deserve a response after that. "How's that Junglebook fellow?"

"His name is Jungkook." My stomach flutters at the mention of his name, and I feel the need to swallow my feelings down before they became too real to me. "And he's doing great thanks for asking."

"Does someone like Jungkook?" Yoongi pokes my stomach causing me to roar in laughter.

"Is someone jealous?" I fire back, tickling him under his neck. Tiny throw up sounds were being made by Yoongi as he dragged me out to his car knowing Jungkook would be waiting for me.

"Never say that again." He starts up the engine and we were off. Yoongi and I had it settled that we didn't possess any feelings of the sorts for each other. We had tried once in the past, but it just didn't feel right. And we both knew. But I needed a best friend like Yoongi to keep my sanity in the midst of everything.

Pulling up to the salon, sure enough there Jungkook was waiting for me at the door with a smirk plastered on his face. Jungkook actually waited for me outside this time around, giving him and Yoongi perfect views of each other.

I could see the obvious drop of Jungkook's smile when their eyes met. I'd be intimidated if I saw Yoongi for the first time too. "Would you stop giving him a death glare! He's probably scared for his life!"

"Good," Yoongi crosses his arms, satisfied with himself. "So that's what this Junglebook fellow looks like. He's pretty cute."

"I'm leaving before this gets weird." I immediately exited Yoongi's car as he pulled away honking the horn.

"Bye Junglebook!" He yelled out the window until he left the parking lot. I looked down in embarrasment. He was like an overprotective, annoying older brother.

"That was Yoongi I'm assuming?" Jungkook asked, confused at the wild boy he'd just encountered.

"The one and only." I didn't have anything else to say for Yoongi. I would let Jungkook think what he wanted to think.

A nervous chuckle came from his throat. "Come in."

"Thanks," I whisper, taking my usual seat at the corner table.

"So, Dara." He asked before bothering to take a sest himself. "Today I'm supposed to lock up the place after closing time. I was thinking, if you care to hang around, I thought maybe we'd go grab some coffee up the street together? I-if you want to, that is."

A smile lit up on my face mirroring Jungkook as his nervous smile turned genuine. "I'd love to."