•[[ Mask ]]• ʸᵒᵒⁿᴺⁱᵉ ᶠᶠ

Chapter 14

"Are you serious?" 

Jisoo glanced at her phone again, sighing in defeat. "She didn't even read my messages, what a crap." Jisoo sighed. She tossed her phone aside, mumbling something under her breath. "Fine! If she wants to childish I'll let her be!" Jisoo complained. She then glanced at her phone, "But then again, Irene was never once the type to be childish.." Jisoo ruflled her hair before whining in frustration, plopping down onto her bed. "Right, I think I fucked up." 

The bell rang as Yoongi heard the door slide open. 

"Welcome."

"Yoongs?" 

Yoongi raised his head up at the familiar voice before locking his eyes with a brown one. "I didn't know you're working here." Jennie said in amusement. Yoongi shrugged, "Well now you know." "you weren't lying about having a job." Jennie said. "You thought I was joking?" He asked. "No I-" She cleared her throat. "Maybe." 

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, giving the bored looked. "You're existence is joke." Yoongi commented. "Hey!" Jennie glared at him as the bleach haired laughed. 

"Oh, I need this." Jennie grabbed a packet of pads before making her way towards the cashier. 

"Wait." 

She stopped, looking at the pad, then at Yoongi who is the cashier. "Oh you've got to be kidding me now." Jennie groaned. She sighed, wanting to leave the pad but the cramps in her stomach says otherwise. "Oh fuck my life!" She cursed, making her way towards Yoongi. "Don't fuck your life." Yoongi laughed, setting a stack of papers aside. "What are you writing?" Jennie asked, pointing at the one particular paper Yoongi was writing.

"Nothing." The boy said. Jennie shrugged, but nods her head anyways. But as if the gods were messing with him, the paper ended up flying to her feet. Yoongi tensed, "Don't fucking read that!" "Okay okay, calm down." Jennie said, picking up the paper. Yoongi's shoulder dropped in relief for a moment.

"Sike." 

His eyes widen, but he could no longer stop her as Jennie began to read what's written on the paper. "Fucking hell, Jennie Kim I swear-" "This is.." 

The girl looked at Yoongi, her eyes slightly widen as her lips parted. Yoongi sighed, "Horrible, I know." Rubbing his temple with his fingers, Yoongi couldn't hide his disappointment. "No no, it's beautiful.." 

Yoongi glanced at Jennie, "What?" "It's beautiful. 'The dance of the fireflies that potraited the twinkling lights from above, my source of happiness and freedom is only a grasp reach.' That's my favourite line." Jennie smiled, passing the lyric sheet to Yoongi. "You.. liked it?" Yoongi asked. "Very much, I didn't know you write such beautiful lyrics." Jennie said. 

Yoongi felt his heart rammed in his rib cage. He was never once confident when it comes to his handwritten lyrics, insecurity always takes over him whenever someone reads it. She.. actually likes my favourite piece? He stared at his lyric sheet, then back at Jennie. Yoongi called his favourite piece a mistake, because he only talks about his life, his freedom.. 

"You should start your own career, man you'll be rich." Jennie laughed. "I'd rather work here." He said. "Huh? Why?" Jennie titled her head in confusion. "I'm not very confident about my lyrics." Yoongi replied. "But, that piece was really beautiful." Jennie said. Yoongi glanced at Jennie, amusement filled in his eyes. "Is it really that nice..?" He asked. "Heck yes it is, you're lyrics is the best lyrics I've read." 

Yoongi smiled, happy to know that someone likes his favourite piece. His smile dropped when he cross path with his mother in his mind, who is he kidding with? "Forget it," He said. "Not everyone likes musics." "O-Oh, okay.."