LAST SHIFT

15. Hot or Cold

Hot or Cold.
K A N G S E U L G I

Seulgi pressed her lips into a fine line, holding up her final script, consisting of 60+ pages that were all blotched with red ink from all her editing. She held a small fan to her face, letting out another breath.

She was sitting in the broadcasting van,legs propped on the blue velvet seat beside her. Jimin and the camera crew were shooting in the street not too far from where they were parked.

Seulgi let out a yawn, huffing a breath as she moved her head to Jimin, speaking into the camera.

The silver piercings on his ears dazzled and shimmered in the sun light, and the rays were doing everything to keep the honey golden glow of Jimin's skin.

She knew that his hair, now straight and combed, would soon after be followed by messy fingers bringing it back to its unruly state.

Seulgi turned away, not wanting to stare too much at him, she was mad after all. Seulgi had planned on coming along with him, however, Jimin had decided for her to stay in the van and edit her work.

"Annoying." she muttered, shooting a glare from inside. She slouched back, eyes gazing once more to Park Jimin.

Park Jimin. Always changed his changed when he felt like it when it came to her.

Seulgi fanned the booklet script into her face, arching her back, yawning louder. She felt like a child who had to stay in the car while her parents went to shop.

Shrugging her sweater off her shoulders, Seulgi stares down at her pastel green t-shirt, loosely laying off her shoulders.

" You look comfortable." Jimin said, watching her through squinted eyes at the sight of Seulgi's body draped on the two seats, one of which was supposed to be Jimin's spot.

"OH." Seulgi jumps, feeling one of her tendons pop from the force of movement.
Seulgi yelps, pulling her feet away and placing them in front of her, sitting back normally.

" I was writing my script." She muttered, looking for Jimin's acknowledgement, who only looks to the thick packet, sheets sprawled on the floor.

" Right." Jimin states, pulling off his sunglasses and entering inside the car, moving past Seulgi who gets a whiff of his lemony fresh scent.

" Hey, I was taking a break." Seulgi furrowed her eyebrows.

" You're the one who told me to stay inside anyways. I wanted to go with you, you know." Jimin shrugged, eyeing Seulgi now, the wisps of hair, stuck against her forehead from perspiration. Her blood rushed to her cheeks from the heat.

" You know you can't stay out in the sun for too long. You'll get a heat stroke and it will more trouble for me if you end up fainting." He muttered, mouth curling into a smile, once Seulgi threw a trying-to-be-intimidating glare. Jimin chuckles, the sound only making Seulgi even more angrier.

" I'm not that sensitive to heat you know."

" Says the one who's sweating in a car that has its air conditioner on full blast," Jimin points at Seulgi who was now aware that his claims were true.

" Hey, at least when I'm outside, the air is refreshing."

" Yeah yeah, we're leaving anyways."

Jimin signaled for the driver to start the heading back to NEX. Seulgi pulled back her sweater and stared at Jimin, who had started scrolling through his phone.

" What are you going to do now?" He asks, leaning his head back to gaze at Seulgi in a comfortable manner. The camera crew was still packing up their equipment.

" We'll go back to the company, obviously." She said, smoothing her booklet. Jimin turns to see the crew coming to the door. He turns back to see Seulgi, black shorts allowing her legs to be pretended casually.

He gets off her his seat and grabs her sweater, draping it over her thighs, and leans over to open the door for the crew.

" If you keep dropping things on the floor, its going to get dirty he muttered and sat back down.

" Gee thanks." Seulgi mumbled, dusting off her script warily.

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