The Artist and His Muse

Chapter 36

Jungkook watched as the mail room guy rolled the mail cart into the lounge and placed the bins against the wall. He gave Jungkook a small bow and a wary eye as he left.

Punk.

Jungkook sighed and pulled himself up off the sofa and went over to his over flowing bin. He drug it back over to his seat and sat down. His hands halted on top of the pile and he quickly reached for his phone.

JK: Yeon Ah, I'm drowning in fan mail. Please help!

He waited a moment and saw it marked Read.

...

Yeon Ah: I'll be there in a moment.

He frowned slightly. That was too easy. He had expected her to put up more of a fight. Oh well. He was going to get to see her and that's all that mattered.

He leaned back against the sofa and watched the door. In moments the door opened and he leaned forward with anticipation.

Yoongi walked through the door and looked over at the man sitting on the sofa, appearing to be ready to pounce at any given moment. He could tell by the look on Jungkook's face that he wasn't the one who was supposed to come through the door. Time to make the maknae suffer a bit.

As much as he loved his fans, Yoongi did not like going through his mail bin. He would always doze off reading letter after letter. It also made him feel like he needed to answer each and every letter which of course he could not do, so more often than not, he would avoid the task altogether.

He sauntered over to the chair next to the sofa and plopped down into it. "Don't look so disappointed to see me," he said with a stony stare to his younger band mate.

"Hyung, I'm never disappointed to see you," said Jungkook with a fake smile on his face.

"Uh huh. Then why did your facial expression become sadder when you saw it was me coming through the door?" Yoongi relished in making Jungkook squirm.

"I didn't get sad! I promise!" Jungkook felt his face redden.

"Put the shovel down, maknae. Just admit it. You were obviously waiting for someone else. I'm only slightly hurt. Maybe it will give me the catalyst I need for my next song. I can hear it now. No one wants to see me come through that door. I'll never have a girlfriend and my friends don't love me any more." He bobbed his head back and forth closing his eyes.

"Hyung, no offense but that's a terrible song idea." Jungkook leaned back, giggling.

"Well, you have no one to blame but yourself for those terrible lines."

The door to the lounge opened again and this time Yoongi noted that Jungkook's face became brighter and more animated. He watched the young man jump to his feet.

"You came. Good. Please, sit here." Jungkook held his hand out towards the empty spot on the sofa next to him.

Yeon Ah smiled and nodded her head to Yoongi who merely waved a few fingers in the air in return. He watched her walk over to a trash can and pull it over to the table so they could dispose of all the envelopes and bad mail that might have slipped through.

Yoongi wasn't stupid. Jungkook could do this on his own. It was obvious he was just using it as an excuse to be near Yeon Ah for a while. He decided to be a thorn in Jungkook's side and stick around a bit. He had to hold back his laughter when Jungkook kept staring at him intensely and then darting his eyes towards the lounge door.

"Yeon Ah, maybe I could interest you in helping me with my fan mail also. I've got a ton of it." Yoongi jerked his thumb back towards the bin.

Yeon Ah smiled. "I'm sorry, Yoongi-ssi, but I am assigned as Jungkook's assistant only."