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..⃗. chapter two : loading.... 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
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jimin took his phone out of his pocket and opened up the camera app. however, when he looked through his camera screen, he could see that his friend was once again staring off into space. or, so it seemed.
"ya! jungkook-ssi! (lol) hello??? JunGkooK."
after getting no reply, jimin attempted again. "anybody home?" jimin waved his tiny hands back and forth in front of jungkook's face.
he leaned forward. "what is so interesting that you are ignoring me for? huh? what ar-- HOLY SH*T." he had seen the slip of paper in jungkook's lap.
jungkook was screwed. in bold and italic. he put his head in his hands as a smile grew on jimin's face.
"omg omg omg omg omg my jungkookie has found a mannsssss!!!" jimin did a little dance and giggled uncontrollably in his seat.
"shut up, jimin!! there. are. other. people. here." and as jungkook spoke, his elbow knocked over his drink, spilling its colorful remaining contents all over his drawing. liquid dripped from the surface of the table onto the ground and in jungkook's lap. just great.
he got up with a screech sound, pushing his metal chair back in frustration, then walked to the cashier to ask for some paper towels. while he was busy talking to the cashier about what happened, he didn't catch jimin snatch his phone and the tiny slip of paper from his side of the table.
when he got back to the table and began wiping the surfaces dry, jimin just sat there, angelically, with a content smile on his face. he was a poker face KING, and jungkook was just so easy to trick, much to his delight. after all, the slip of paper, jungkook's phone, everything, really, was right as jungkook left it.
"whew." jungkook had wiped up most of the mess pretty quickly due to the help of their waiter, who kept tsking and scolding him, and another waiter named yoongi, whom jimin kept bashing his eyelashes at.
jungkook plopped back into his chair, relieved to have finished cleaning, and reached for his phone, but stopped when he saw a message alert pop up on his screen. he stopped dead in his tracks.
