serendipity ∙ jjk

five - an offer she can't refuse.

Yeri watches you go with a small frown imprinted on her lips.

Her head hurts with the amount of work that still needs to get done, even with the special edition of the newspaper in full swing, the very procession is like a regular publishing multiplied by a million. Even if this is only a fraction of effort compared to a fully paid business, she feels like she needs to do the best of all her top-notch efforts just to make this something and not some fizzled out version that she has seen from previous predecessors that focused on sports or even STEM, which is no issue at all. She just wanted to step outside of that realm and direct this toward something exciting. The pressure is on to make this the best damn collaboration the departments have seen to say the very least. She needs to. She proposed the whole ordeal herself.

And, it is true that you're probably the only one out of all the interns and temps to actually care about what you're doing here. She appreciates your dedication, wishing more than anything that others would follow in your steps and pursue better than what they're being given. But she doesn't have the time to equip you for this fast-paced work if it means you'll have to suffer the wrath of Jeon Jungkook, the Film department's worst (and best) undergraduate.

Speaking of which, she looks over at Dami and Yoojung with hopeful eyes. "Any chance you guys know anyone close to Jeon Jungkook?" They're the eyes and ears of the newspaper, sharp-eyed and always busy with article after article, but even they don't seem to know.

She tries with a few others, but still no luck.

About half an hour later, with no changes on that godforsaken film major with apparently a lot of bark and bite to match, and only more stress in response to the sudden email about upcoming deadlines if they want these pieces printed by spring. It's almost amazing at how little anyone else can say about Jeon Jungkook besides the fact that they either could not take him on due to other interviewees or they simply turned away as if they didn't hear her.

Yeri huffs more to herself than anyone else, "Does this guy know anyone?" If she weren't so damn busy with her own responsibilities, she probably would've taken on this challenge herself.

Still, she appears to be so engrossed her in her own thoughts that she doesn't seem to notice the arrival of a newcomer creeping up beside her. The very girl that has managed to weave her way through the still busy office with ease and grace, holding a canary yellow folder containing what she is known for around the office space.

Without warning, Jennie asks, "What's wrong?"

The sudden arrival of the brunette elicits a jump of surprise and a glare from the shorter girl. It only now dawns on her that today was probably the day Jennie was supposed to show you the newly developed prints from that manual camera she was geeking over a few weeks ago. You mentioned this last week, but it seems she fucked up by sending you away. This manages to melt some of the irritation, now becoming trained on herself.

Yeri sighs, plopping down at her rolling chair. She prompts Jennie to take a seat by the desk.

"Sad friend and a stupid but amazing film major who just turned down my best reporter. You aren't due for a portfolio look-over for another two weeks, I'm guessing..." As Jennie glances around the room in search of you, Yeri takes that opportunity to say, "Y/N's not in right now. Sent her to get an early and very long lunch, so I dunno if she'll come back later or at all today."

"Well, Y/N wanted to see my prints during her break. But since you're here. Wanna see?" Jennie holds the manila folder filled with her precious cargo, tentatively removing them without so much as breathing another word as soon as she gets an answer.

"Yeah, sure. I could use a break." Even though the two aren't as close as you and Jennie are, Yeri is grateful for the intermission between her current thoughts and worries for this brief exchange. With Jennie, she can at least revel in the photos she takes, even the ones for the newspaper always manage to be breathtaking and unique to the blandest of stories, making them a lot more worthwhile than the content might entail.

Jennie hands her the stack of photos, giving Yeri a play-by-play of the surrounding events. There's an assortment of city life. All caught by a camera that functions without the ability of looking back at its content immediately. They're challenging. Taking those kinds of photos takes a great deal of precision, concentration, and a whole lot of fucking chance.

The familiar name of the newspaper staff's favorite coffee shop makes an appearance, earning a mischievous grin from Jennie as she explains to Yeri the photos to follow.

"Y/N's in these ones. She's actually being held by this guy. Claims she doesn't know his name or anything, but they look awfully close, dontcha think?"

Yeri seems ready to denounce the claim, knowing how well Y/N would be inclined to tell them about any of your romantic endeavors. But, the claim stops short at the sight of him. Of Jeon Jungkook.

In the first photo, he is holding you close, glaring at some perpetrator behind you. The next one shows the two of them sharing a fond exchange with smiles, like shy lovers departing from one another after a brief encounter. The final shots include a shot of Y/N lost in thoughts, probably dazed from her interaction with her secret man; while another shot catches Jungkook glancing over his shoulder where Y/N must've been been from the a closer shot of her approaching.

"Oh fuck." Looking at Jennie with wide eyes, she asks, "How long ago were these? They couldn't be that old..."

Jennie glances at the corners of photos, nodding. "Probably a few weeks? Whenever she came in late for that one meeting. Those wheels look like they're churning in that brain of yours. What's up?"

"That's the stupid but amazing film major. With our sad friend."

Jennie's lips form a small 'o' in understanding. "Aren't you looking for someone who knows him? You should call Y/N and tell her. Wait, where are you going?"

"Making a call, duh."

Yeri steps aside and stands outside the office doors where it's clear of students and other department staff. Mostly to ignore the curious stares of the interns, all of whom were probably whispering amongst themselves about the lack of a cover story for the magazine. If not for the chatter from peers and other sounds of life, she could almost pretend she was at ease.

The phone rings about three times before she hears a "Hello? Yeri...? What's up? Did something come up? Did Dahyun misplace the files again?

"Forget the files. You're doing the Jungkook story."

Something clatters at the other end. And while Yeri wants to ask what that is, you divert her attention with a dumbfounded question.

"What?"

With a smirk she knows you can hear, she replies, "You heard me. What do you say? I obviously know you'll say yes, but I need verbal consent, of course. Consider it a verbal contract."

"I—I mean o-of course! But why the sudden change?" Yeri doesn't answer right away, wondering if you're asking simply to boost your own ego. She expects it from you, but perhaps it hits you not to waste her time considering this is during work hours. "You know what? I'm not questioning it. Thanks, Yer. Seriously."

"Don't disappoint me."

"I won't... seriously, thanks again."

Yeri hangs up, feeling relieved. At least that's one thing less to worry about, thinking back to you and the lack of experience you have with assignments of this caliber... sort of.