Thiccaso 💟 | JJK

Chapter 16- The Call

"If viagra pills were a person, it would be you. You're hot as fuck, just admit it."

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I just sat there, trying to process what just had happen. Getting told that by a hawt sexc guy was a different feeling. It was a little too horny. Immediately after that, he continued.

"You're perfect for the job, angel. I don't think you have to worry about it."

Maybe he's right. I have to let things loose and let things go with the flow. But sometimes going with the flow can turn into a bad outcome. Like teenagers these days smoking weed and forgetting about their problems to the outcome that their parents had a divorce and end up in juvenile detention. But it's different in my case.

I sighed and left out a big puff of air. While stretching a bit and moving my arms in circular motion. I tilted and moved my head from side to side trying to pop a bone for the relieving sensation. I was stressed out of all the overthinking I've been doing. Especially with the accident that happened at the cafe, hopefully that doesn't happen again.

"You're right, I need something to relax to. I could go for a vacation but that costs money."

"I could give you a vacation in my bed? Best part is that it's free."

"I'm stressed. Not sexually frustrated. There's a difference, Jungkook."

"Well I'm here if you need anything, princesa."

I sat there thinking while I was slowly zoning out about my next move. My whole life feels like a game of monopoly. I always have to think things through and mostly it's the anxiety peeking. Things can get fucked up by the smallest choices like Life is Strange type of shit. It's crazy once you put deep thought into it.

Not long after the call, I had to vent and what I usually do without bothering anyone was paint, draw, scribble. Artist stuff in general. I learned through a friend in high school and she was very artsy. She had a different mindset but once we graduated I never saw her again.

So, I began to paint on a left over canvas I had for a while. Beginning with the sketch and moving in to the acrylics. What I had in mind for the painting was body change.

Women with different types of bodies. Skinny, fat, tall, short. In the Korean society, the perspective of a person like me with a different body which is considered fat and ugly is very hard to manage when barely anyone around is "overweight" for my age. It was exactly what I was struggling through at the very moment.

I remembered to add one more thing to the painting. Colored women. (anyways, black lives matter and if you don't support it lmao pls leave <3) It was very rare spotting colored women around Korea and I wanted to put a stop to that and wanting black people to roam freely without being suspected as a criminal. (blm <3)

In the middle of painting in the large extra space in the living room, the door bell was heard throughout the whole apartment indicating someone was here. I don't remember inviting someone over or even being told someone was dropping by. I set down the colored brush on the little ridged part of the canvas holder and ran towards the door and sliding it open.

It was Jungkook. In the middle of me doing my shit, he had to come along with his handsome face. He looked down with his dark brown orbs and saw me in a white, dirty and splotched apron full of various types of acrylic paint. He looked back up at my face with a confused gaze. He had an eyebrow arched up and head lightly titled towards his left.

"I'm painting something."

"Can I...at least come in?"

"Oh yeah. Sorry."

He followed close behind while he closed the door while I went back to imaging the picture I had in my mind. I had my hair up tied up into a red hair tie with a cute little strawberry shape hanging off of it. I let Jungkook do his thing while I did mine. I never questioned Jungkook while he did his thing around the house. I eventually finished the painting as well.

At the end of the painting, I felt very relaxed and pleased and quickly built the courage to call Jimin's manager. I wanted to get over with the whole business at the cafe and hopefully get away from those nasty costumers who only love to spread hate for their own liking.

"Hello, this is Mia and I'm a friend of the contemporary dancer Park Jimin and I heard you guys are....hiring models?"

"Ahh, yes!"

Welp....that was easy.

Soon enough the business dude explained the details about where to meet up and the building working hours. And the call ended just like that. I didn't know why the hell I was so nervous for when I have a real life interview to do before starting the new chapter.

Displaying the painting in my arms with jazzy hands showing Jungkook.

"Hey Jungkook, how do you like it?"

"Your butt or the painting?"

"The painting, idiot."

"Oh yeah, it's cool. I like it."

Jungkook was casually man spreading while nodding in approval of the masterpiece I just did. Jungkook got up and took a closer look at the painting and it was the different women in different body types in undergarments showing their imperfections. I'm the type of hate myself but love other people for their success and happiness. Very bipolar vibes is what I'm getting from myself.

"That's it? Knowing how much you like ass I was expecting more from you."

"Yeah....but they're not real. And you made them too tiny. No shame on small butts but it's not my type."

Wow...this man knows his butts.

I didn't respond back while I placed the canvas back on the stand while I got things ready to eat. I took off my apron and sat it aside while redoing my hair in a neater way while I took out the ingredients. Got the sharp blades and start dicing the vegetables up. I heard footsteps getting closer to me but without looking back I knew it was Jungkook. As soon as I began, I got a hard slap on my bum. My butt reacted to the pain while rubbed my booty to lessen the pain.

"Owwww. Don't do that again." I pouted with my eyebrows furrowed in a cute way gazing at Jungkook.

The slap even had a loud ass sound.

Jungkook just laughed it while breaking out into his bunny-like smile and the corner of his eyes crinkling. Very cute but very rude. I couldn't even get mad when he looks like this. I ended up laughing as well while resuming back to my chopping.

Jungkook watched over my shoulder, standing very close behind. My nerves perked out while I felt my face and my body burning up. Usually men don't have an effect on me but when it comes to Jeon Jungkook. W o a h. Boy really got me acting out. In the midst of my chopping, dicing, slicing and cutting, I hear from Jungkook, that was very familiar. Almost like I heard it before.

"Damn looks like you're Thiccaso."

(I lowkey wanna start writing again 😳🙏🏼💃)