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A Sunday With Jungkook

''Awesome! We got the tickets! Thank you so much!!!'' Two boys younger than Jungkook and Youngsoon enthusiastically and in triumph whooped and bounced before they went to queue in the expected long line. They tried to cheat by squeezing at the front but were pushed out violently and justifiably and began to seek for another route to get in.

Youngsoon espied those boys in mild disfavor and took a look down at the amount of money she gained. ''Yes! Got two hundred thousand extra won!'' She shouted and pumped her fist victoriously. Then, she recalled that Jungkook bought a ticket for her and divided the money in half. ''Here's one hundred thousand for you.''

Jungkook, who was wearing a face mask, looked at Dohyeong as he didn't expect it. ''Huh? Oh. No need to give me money.'' He waved his hands in decline.

''Dude, I have to give something in return. I can't just accept things from you like that.''

''No, seriously. I don't mind.''

Youngsoon gave an unconvinced look before she put the money in her wallet. I must do something; it'd be unforgivably rude of me if I don't offer anything myself.

Both of them let the silent air occupy the space around them and watched how the queue in front of them became shorter and shorter. The bodyguards checked if tickets were valid and instructed the people at the front to rush inside the stadium. Everyone was chatting excitedly about the band and the probability of the songs they were going to perform. Most of them were sporting clothes with LP's initials or logo on them and carrying other merchandise such as light sticks, flauntingly swinging them upwards.

The female hesitated whether she ought to initiate a friendly conversation or keep her mouth zipped. She mused over all kinds of topics she could talk to him since she barely knew the guy but she couldn't pick one due to the very same reason. He did share some emotions towards her before, not to remind possibly the most powerful and truthful, but she didn't have any other personal information of his in her brain. What will be the most appropriate subject to converse about?

''Have you eaten yet?'' Jungkook addressed the question to Dohyeong who felt instant alleviation as the male made the first move. ''I bought some hot dogs.''

Youngsoon had already purchased food beforehand for the Linkin Park showcase but she couldn't refuse the guy's considerate gesture; the food was gradually getting cold and she couldn't allow it to be tasteless. She thanked him when he handed her a small plastic bag with the meal and packets of sauces inside. The girl sniffed the hot dog; her stomach growled in readiness to receive the bites of bread and sausage.

''How much does it cost?''

Jungkook was caught surprised again. ''Really, you don't need-''

''Listen, I don't feel comfortable when you treat me with a ticket and delicious food for free.'' After that, she opened her backpack and showed a big bag of salted chips in front of him. ''I'm not taking no for an answer.'' She proceeded to place the bag in his hand. He didn't object like she anticipated him to do. Maybe he was tired of the whole deal and wanted things to end soon. ''We're almost there.'' She notified him about the entrance they were drawing near toward.

They entered the gigantic stadium and found their seats which were neither too close to the stage since it'd be rather rowdy for their ears to handle nor too far for them to see Linkin Park. Heavy EDM music was played from the speakers and everyone was jamming to it by jumping and rocking their heads simultaneously to the beat. Basically, they had to wait half to an hour for the band to appear but nobody was bothered by that fact and they all allowed the rhythm of the great beat to invade their bodies and control them. Even Youngsoon and Jungkook were victimized in this entire show. Carefree and joyous, the two couldn't refrain themselves from dancing and enjoying themselves. At some moment, Youngsoon noted a couple of known individuals northwest from her but when she blinked a few times, the silhouettes of the two were gone. She brushed the matter off of her head and went on swaying to the upbeat tracks.