Another Spring Day

Chapter One

I look at the world outside through the window. I am eating my lunch. I am having a few slices of bread with a Milo to go with. Not really interested with eating something heavier than this. It has been two years since my first day of working here and I have learnt a lot.

I could still remember my first day of walking in the office. It is not huge but not that small at the same time. Just enough space for all the staffs to work here comfortably. I am working as a stylist for idols and I do enjoy painting on people's faces and playing dress up. I will feel the satisfaction of my creation if someone give a compliment to it. I was only 20 when I got the offer and the staffs here seemed to not have anything against the age matter, in fact, they were all very friendly and helpful.

I become friend with a girl named AJ, who is the same age as me. She is an interpreter so that means she is also teaching the idols in the company to speak in different languages. I do think that her work is really cool. I sometimes even wonder how she can keep all of those languages inside her head. But none the less, she would teach me some words in other languages as well. You just name it, she knows it all.

Specifically, AJ and I are working with a group of seven boys. Seven dorks as we would like to call them as per their behaviors and the group is called BTS. Thanks to AJ all these seven dorks could speak in English, almost fluently.

"Hey!" somebody interrupts my train of thoughts. I look up and only to see that that somebody is Kim Seokjin, the oldest member in the group, a year older than me.

"Hey," I greet him back, short.

"Am I interrupting you?" a sense of guilt is on his face now.

"With my deep thoughts? Pshh. No you're not. Have you had your lunch?"

"Yeah, we had our lunch. I am actually here just to get a cup of coffee. I am feeling a little restless and the thought of having coffee is in my mind right now."

When he moves to the counter to make his coffee, I stop him.

"Let me make you a cuppa. You just sit there and wait," I say with a mouth full of bread.

"Gee. Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
"Is this all you are having for lunch?" he says now focusing on what I am having.
"Yes," I put a teaspoon of coffee in a mug, two cubes of sugar and in goes the hot water. I hand it over to Seokjin with a "Thank you" from him.

He took a sip and satisfaction is all over his face. He smiles at the taste of it.

"Are you on a diet or something?" he asks me, suddenly remember what I am having for lunch.

"Me? On a diet?! No way! You know that will kill me," I say, eyes wide open.

"Then why are you having this for lunch? You should be having something heavier than this." Being the oldest in the group, it is already in his nature to care and concern about others who are around him. That is why he is called the mum of the group.

"Well, I don't feel like eating right now. I dunno. But you don't have to worry about me. When I am hungry after this, I will definitely grab something heavier to eat," I kind of made a promise to him. Just to stop him from worrying about me.

"Okay then. You know your stomach well than I do anyway. But please do eat something after this. I don't want you to do your work without having the energy to even lift a finger and the next thing you know is you are lying in the hospital bed and all of us will be worried about you." There he goes again, him with his nagging. Totally fits him with the title.

"Yes mummy. I promise I will eat after this. But not right now kay?"

"Well then, now you have made a promise you better keep it. Owh, and thank you again for the coffee," he says feeling satisfied again with the smell of coffee in his nose.

I couldn't help but smile at his attitude. Is he really the oldest in the group? I always doubt that in my mind.

I resume with my lunch, eating the last piece of bread and wash the dishes in the sink. When suddenly I could feel someone is blowing air on my neck that makes me jump in shock and release the plate that I have in my hand.

That someone is giggling at his doing and my reaction. I turn around and there he is, the culprit.

"You scare the hell out of me," I scold him.

The culprit is looking at me straight in the eye, smirking.

"Sorry noona. I am so bored right now and there's nobody to play with," he pouts his face. Which makes my heart soft.

"Why don't you go and play with someone else, Jungkook?"

Jungkook, he is the youngest of them all. He is four years younger than me. He is very mischievous and curious about all that happens around him. Being the youngest, he has a lot of energy. But thankfully when he gets his hair and makeup done he is so quiet and behaves so well. "Don't want to be into any trouble with you when I am getting my hair and makeup done," he once told me.

"Hurm everybody is so busy and AJ noona doesn't want to play Overwatch with me coz she has to do a lot of work. All the members are practicing and I practically have nothing to do," he explains to me the situation that he is in.

When Jungkook is bored, he is bored; and this can make him turn into an evil maknae and messes around with other people, disturbing their work.

"Please noona. Play with me. I know you don't have anything to do either," now he is making a cute face and begs me.

"Owh, okay. But only for an hour." I was defeated at last by this 17 year-old boy.

He hops with joy when I agree to it.

"And I do have tons of work to do for your info," I add to my point. He just nod at that, like a little kid when he is asked if he wants to have some ice cream.

We kind of argue a bit when we are deciding what game we are going to play. But in the end, he wins and we play Overwatch.

"Argh. Noona, you make me lose again," he says with a sigh.

"Well I did tell you that I have no idea how to play this game and I am bad at it," I say, a little strict in my voice.

He sighs and look at me feeling kind of guilty. "Well, I don't want to play this with you anymore. I better play it with Taehyung hyung or AJ noona."

"I am sorry Jungkook," I try to comfort him. "It's just that I am not good at playing this game. I know you have taught me how, but, I guess I really couldn't get the hang of it."

"Sokay." He looks at me and gives an idea to play another game to which I agree with.