After that day, I didn't let it affect how I normally acted around Namjoon. I'm sure he felt the same, because the second we stepped out of the hut, we started insulting and arguing with each other again. I was just glad and hoped this was going to stay between us..
Now currently, me and Uncle had just entered an auditorium, where was the auction was about to be held. Maybe 30 minutes from now or so. I started searching for Jaehee, since she said that she wanted us 4 to be in the same table. Yes, us 4. Sucks to know that guy was going to be around, too..
I'm pretty sure Lucas actually wanted to come this time. After all, we had some of our vases held for this auction, which means, you know it! Money! I mean, come on, who doesn't love money?
As I continued to walk around the auditorium, searching for a specific Chinese, I couldn't help but feel excited. This wasn't the first time I've been in an auction or had my vases sold, but it's been quite a while since that did happen. Maybe the last time was a year ago, and I could say that I've improved.
"Irina!" a familiar voice says from somewhere to my left. I turned my head, seeing Jaehee excitedly making her way over and tackling me in a hug. I hugged her back, and when she pulled away, she led me to the table. "Lucas and Namjoon are already here, but they went off somewhere."
I smiled and pointed at her bloody red nails, "I like your nails." I then continued, "Where did you get it done?" she cocked an eyebrow, moving her hand so that we both could see it better, before replying, "I actually did it myself. And your nails are pretty, too! Do you want to come over sometime so I can do yours?"
My eyes gleamed, and I smiled even wider. A manicure and a pedicure is like.. heaven. "Totally!" I giggled. We then continued rambling on and on about politics. Just kidding, I hated talking about politics. Uck. We pretty much talked about makeup and clothes.
"Namjoon, Lucas!" Jaehee perked up again, and like she did with me, she waved at them. But.. heh, there was no hug! When the two made their way over, Lucas sat beside me, and Namjoon beside him. Jaehee sat down as well, before saying, "I just remembered. Semestral break is right around the corner. You guys have any plans?"
As always-- the two were dressed quite well. Namjoon was dressed in a black suit and a checkered black and white tie. His hair was curled to one side and up. Lucas, on the other hand, was wearing white suit and a black tie. As always, he had his hair parted to one side, and his shoes! I liked his shoes. That's all.
"I'm going to go back to Korea for the break." Namjoon says, resting his arm on the table. "How about you, Jaehee? Will you be coming?"
"I.. don't know." her smile dropped, and she sighed. "For the whole semestral break, my dad will be teaching and guiding me about the business. I really want to go back, but that'll only be possible after graduation."
My Uncle's told me that when I inherit the business, I should at least act more mature and serious. Of course, when he told me that, I laughed my ass off. But hey! As I said, I've never let him down, and I'm keeping it that way. And besides.. joking around is like.. the best.
"Really?" I turned my head to look at her, "Well you know, I bet your friends there would understand, graduation is pretty near." I pointed out. Not before saying it had I realised.. that fuck, graduation was near! It was months from now.
Jaehee smiled at me in gratitude and nodded.
"My birthday is somewhere on semestral break." Lucas says quietly, as if he didn't want anyone to know that. My eyes widened, because I just remembered. "Father suggests--"
"Ah! My Luke will finally be 21!" I cried, and he looked at me with an unamused expression.
"Man, Irina, you're embarrassing." Namjoon laughed, crossing his legs. My eyes narrowed as I turned to look at him, "Fuck you." I cursed, making him smirk. "'Kay. Where, and when?"
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EUPHONIOUS | knj. [COMPLETED]
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