[ 艾马 ] ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ᵗʷᵉˡᵛᵉ 012
✧･ﾟ┊ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

"KIM FUCKING JISOO FUCKING OPEN FUCKING THE FUCKING DOOR!" Jungkook yelled from the highest pitch of his voice, and from the top of his lungs, holding a container of paint on his other right hand, while in the left hand, it was paintbrushes and palettes. Jisoo looked at him from the glass pane, and boy, she couldn't help but to laugh at his appearance. If you would compare Jungkook to a child, you couldn't see any difference at all.

Jisoo immediately went down her stairs, cautious not to trip, and opened the front entryway rapidly as she can, before her neighbors gripe about this noisy individual. "Better believe it, continue repeating the word 'fucking' and I ain't helping you." Jisoo immediately took cover of her poor ears, shielding it from the unholy words this idiot taunted at her. And so, she dragged Jungkook's fully loaded arms into shelter.

Jungkook was panting heavily , confronting the female with a face hinted with careworn."Are your parents home?" He said, beads of sweat falling from his forehead.

"As a matter of fact, yes. What's more, my whole family is." Jisoo said, making ridiculing countenances to pester him. "And now, they heard those unholy words coming from your mouth, and that my mother would be inspecting you, as if we're related to each other." Jisoo said, picturing it well in her mind. What do you expect, she likes to assume things fast.

"If so, then goodbye au revoir adios!"Jungkook was about to take his escape, but his arms were fully loaded that he can't even touch the door knob; and now, he knows that he was stuck into this 'horror house'.

As if on cue, an uproarious strides originating from upstairs were heard by the two. Jungkook began to slightly panick, however soon, grinned ponderously when he saw who went down the stairs; it was a woman that was unmistakably and no doubt in her late 40s.

"Jisoo honey! Who's the man o—" but the woman halted talking, when she saw Jungkook stood poised next to Jisoo, still grasping on the painting materials in both of his hands, and now, he was frozen on his spot; he resembles so much like a sculpture, considering the fact that he looked so stunned. Though as usual, he just grinned at the woman consequently, expecting she was much more older, he paid respect to her.

"Really? Jisoo, I never thought you had a boyfriend! After tha—" Her mom quit talking, since she perceived how Jisoo's reaction transitioned rapidly. Jisoo abruptly widened her eyes, alongside Jungkook, whom didn't exactly understood what was going on at the moment, so he choose the option to nod forcefully.

"Mom! He's n—But Jisoo was cut off. She saw her mother move towards Jungkook, peering towards him intently.

"Oh, is your boyfriend an artist?" Her mom asked, taking a gander at the materials Jungkook was still clutching on his hands. Jisoo groaned slightly. She was by and by embarassing herself again before her friend. "Jisoo, he's such a handsome being! Just like—"

"Mom! He's not my boyfriend!" She shook her head pompously, grinning awkwardly at Jungkook who was left confused and stunned. He was not in any second, making any move; he was resembling a sculpture. Poor guy."Sorry..." she murmured, her eyes giving an apologetic hint from his peripheral vision.

This was by and by, the second time she embarasses Jungkook. Thus, to not put the unnecessary attention on him furthermore, she immediately held his hand, hauling him upstairs; moreover onto her little yet resoursceful home.

"Hey this is kidnapping!" Jungkook blurted out, making Jisoo stop from her tracks. "Oh come on Junglecock, be thankful I'm helping you.." Jisoo sticked out her tongue to the aforementioned. But as she stared back at him, she could tell that his face can be a living meme.

"Yah! What kind of nickname is that? You're so weird!" Jungkook said, staring at Jisoo as if she was some sort of a crazy person. "C'mon, admit that you like it." Jisoo mocked him. Of course, she whole-heartedly knows that he didn't like it one bit. But she just wanted to see his meme face all over again.

'God. This day would be hella long.' A thought crossed Jungkook's mind abruptly. He stared at Jisoo for quite awhile, before looking away. 'But I'm glad I'd be doing this with her.' He only grinned from ear to ear without knowing the reason why, unaware of the unusual beat of his heart. 'I really am..'

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Taehyung took a good look at the window from Yoongi's office. He would typically appreciate the things outside the glass that seperates him from the outside world, yet his heart was wounded so profound once he heard Yoongi's words.

He promptly straigthened up, trembling only a smidgen. He began to hold his composure, taking full breaths from once in a while, attempting to maintain the usual beat of his heart. "C-can y-you....R-rehash t-that again, Yoongi-h-hyung...?" He stammered, attempting to keep a straight face, and hoping that what his hyung stated was only some kind of sick joke. He still wanted to see his first love. He wanted to welcome her with open arms, and to never let go if that really happens. He hoped.

"I...." Yoongi haulted, when he perceived how Taehyung's response progressed that rapidly; he was frowning. He appears as though he was desolately wailing, as though somebody was stifling him. It disheartened Yoongi so much. He took a full breath, and sighed a while later.

"Oh, it's nothing..." he stated, lying. Be that as it may, but for his perspective, it was considered as a white lie; he would not like to break Taehyung's fragile heart, when he was beginning to get his hopes high in the chance of seeing his first love once more; Yoongi would not like to see Taehyung at his darkest, when light is gradually ascending to his life.

Taehyung just smiled accordingly, feeling relieved at the moment. He held his chest, and felt his heart beginning to keep up the standard consistent beat. Presently, he gave in a slight bow and a quick nod to his hyung, waving his hand onto the air frantically, indicating his farewell. "I'll take my leave. Till next time." Taehyung stated, standing up from his chair, brushing off the dusts from his clothes.

Yoongi just took a gander at Taehyung's retreating figure, and before he knows it, he was already gone; Yoongi was all by himself now. Yoongi took a deep sigh, gazing at the white plafond, closing his eyes gently.

'I hope that the Kim Jisoo you're finding, isn't whom I think I know...' He thought, now opening his eyes, and took a good look at the door from where Taehyung dissappeared from.

'I hope...'

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I know, shorter than the other chapters.

So, thoughts on this crappy book?

But um yeah, once again, thank you for reading this book.

And if possible, please do not leave your homes; it can save a lot of lives if you do so. Plus, I also care for your safety guys. I really do!!

Ok, that's all. I purple y'all💜