My Game || Jenmin

♥︎ 23 | Jealousy, Jealousy

as her eyes come back to the floor, she notices Jimin walking towards them
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"Sometimes, you gotta listen to your brain, just to save your heart"

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Jennie:
Ehm. So!

She clears her throat, moving her eyes back on Neo.

Neo:
So~ tell me about yourself.

Jennie's POV

I pout, thinking of what to tell him about 'myself'.

Jennie:
You wanna know about my trauma or my favorite color? Let's be certain here.

I joke, making him laugh, showing off his faultless straight teeth. Damn, they're really white.

Neo:
Let's start with your favorite color?

Jennie:
Sure. Well, my favorite color is black and... pink? I'm not a huge lover of it but I really like it.

He nods, adjusting his hair slightly. He was about to say something but ends up smiling, turning to his side and bowing.

Neo:
Mr. Park! Greetings.

Oh right.

I turn my head, noticing Mr. Park standing next to me, nodding in response to Neo.

Mr. Park:
Hello, to you too. I see you've met my secretary.

He raises his eyebrows slightly as Neo laughs.

Neo:
Indeed. Saw her talking with my sister.

Mr. Park:
Talking about your sister-

Neo:
Aye, don't start Jimin.

I put forward my eyebrows as he calls him by his name. I didn't know you could do that-or either they're friends.

Mr. Park:
I was just about to say I liked her hair but okay.

He shrugs as Neo chuckles, nodding while muttering a 'sorry'.

Mr. Park:
Anyway.

He pauses, looking towards my direction.

Jennie:
Y-yes, sir?

I mentally curse my voice for cracking. I hate it. My voice just suddenly goes off to wander an adventure when I need confidence.

Mr. Park:
You got a little something on your cheek.

He says, hand making its way over to my face. Before I can do anything, his thumb is hugging my cheek, index finger below my chin. I feel my whole face heaten up at the small contact. His hand is really soft. He grabs a napkin from the nearby table, handing it to me while his hand goes back in the pants pocket, turning his attention back to Neo.

I lean my head down slowly, wiping my cheek while I can literally see my nose and the top of my cheeks luminous red. I must look like a tomato. I bite my lip, raising my head back up. Why did he have to do that?

As I do so, I feel them both looking my way. I catch Neo staring me down and I mean it was a really fierce gaze. Feeling like I was gonna be eaten up. He clears his throat, turning his eyes back onto Mr. Park as he does the same.

Neo:
So, what're you gonna do around?

Mr. Park:
I have no idea.

Neo chuckles, nodding while he shrugs.

??:
Neo!

We all turn our heads, catching sight of a woman to our left, maybe in her late 40s in a blue off-shoulder dress that reached till her ankles with thick brown curly hair.