Three weeks | Jeon Jungkook |

Bunny

(A/N): Hi guys. This is my first book in English so please be understanding. :3 I (J)hope you'll like it as much as I do.

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WARNING: This story contains mature language, a lot of swearing, and sexual activity. You have been warned.

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" No way." I laugh because of my best friend story. Even though Siera can talk a lot sometimes, she is the coolest person I've ever met. We don't know each other for so long, maybe seven or eight moths, but I can say that she is truly my best friend.

" I know." she almost chokes on her sashimi, trying to continue her story. Even though my Korean is a little rusty, I can understand her perfectly. I haven't lived my entire life here. Just one year. One year of isolation. One year of total misery. But now I understand the concept of a new beginning.

I return to my dish, trying to enjoy my pork chops while listening to Siera talking and talking and talking . I'm not saying I  have a problem with that. Heck. I love to hear her buttery voice, but sometimes she just gets on my nerves, but today is not that day. I laugh when she smiles at me even though I haven't paid any attention to any of the words she said. I really try to concentrate, I do, but I just can't. Walking my fork ( yes, fork ) on the remains of the pork chop, I realize that Siera finished her story, her eyes being locked onto mine, waiting for a reaction. After a moment of silence, she scoffs, leaning back in her chair.

" What's it this time?" she asks me in a hurt voice, trying to cover the anger that flooded her entire body. Her arms are now crossed on her chest, making her breast look bigger.

" Nothing. Really. It's just that I'm not feeling very well." I lie, covering my entire face with my sweaty hands.

" Oh. You had one of your hot nights again?" she laughs, lighting my face on fire with her smirk.

" Shut up." I laugh as well, trying to eliminate even the last drop of tension between the two of us.

Yes. I have a lot of 'hot nights' and I am not ashamed of that. I've been having this 'hobby' for already one year and everybody knows it. Every boy in the entire God damn Seoul knows that. But I'm not that easy to get.

" Seriously now. Why everybody is coming at you? Are you that good?" she starts asking questions with obvious answers. Since I was little everybody called me beautiful, and by beautiful I don't mean that kind that you tell to all children. My mother would always sign me up in beauty pageants and, surprisingly, I would win sometimes. She built my self esteem in such a way that nothing could get me down. At least not a God damn boy.

" I have my ways." I smirk, starting to look around the almost empty restaurant. Besides us there are two more groups of men, trying to enjoy their dinner. When I look into the corner of the restaurant, at a hidden table, the guy which stays at it catches my eyes. The black mask that his wearing stops me from admiring his features, his brown deep eyes being the only thing I can explore. Not even his hair which is trapped under a cap.

I turn my attention back to my friend which has a conversation with the cute waiters while paying. When did he get here? I ignore them, getting my phone out of my pocket and starting to scroll through my new messages. Boring. Boring. Annoying. Even worst. I sigh, throwing my phone without a care on the table.

" I'll go to the bathroom. Wait me here." Sieras voice came out of nowhere, making me twitch. I nod in agreement, watching her as she enters the bathroom.

After just some moments, I close my eyes, losing myself in some of my thoughts while trying to relax in the very uncomfortable chair. I just want to get home and sleep my entire life off. I smile at my own joke, opening my eyes. When I bring up my sight, I observe a not so tall figure standing next to me, tasting me with his eyes. It's the man from the corner of the restaurant.