"So," Jungkook says after the waiter goes away. "Do you also skip your work like I did?"

Chaeyoung doesn't seem to catch on what he said until a moment passes and she lets out a small 'ah'. It's their third time to go on a date together, which she likes to refer as, 'hanging out together'. It's the third time, if he includes the first time they ate together after she offered to buy him food.

On this date, Jungkook has insisted to pay for the food because after their night ice cream date, he got a call from his friend Namjoon and his service was needed for a wedding photoshoot of Namjoon's dogs because the photographer Namjoon has hired couldn't' make it last minute. Well, it doesn't sound all that great of a job, the subject wasn't the kind of subject he's used to work with, but he got paid for it.

Maybe, Chaeyoung is his lucky charm.

"I'm as jobless as you are," she laughs and Jungkook's brows shoot up as if there are strings pulling them upwards violently.

"What?" he exhales, mouth hangs open. "Are you telling me that you're jobless but you could pay me an amount that covers both my house rent and for my suit to be tailored and food and you're wearing all these expensive stuffs and you're not broke?"

Chaeyoung doesn't smile, her lips form a pout that is on display for a brief moment before she shrugs. "Well, I'm not exactly jobless. Um..." she trails off. "My dad wants me to work in his law firm-"

Jungkook straightens himself on the seat and stares at her, wide-eyed. "You're a freaking lawyer?"

She grins. "No, I'm sort of a singer."

"Sort of?" he repeats and asks, "What does that mean?" He tilts his head in confusion. Something doesn't add up. "Wait, since when did law firm needs singers?"

Chaeyoung laughs and her laughter sounds like a beautiful song of spring.

"You're a singer under a law firm? Like, it's your agency or something? Like, it's a two-in-one company? A talent agency and a law firm. Like that?"

She shakes her head and throws her head back. "No. Well, my dad really wants me to work under his law firm, he even enrolled me to the same law school my older sister went to, but it's really not something that I want to do. My heart is just not for it," she says and slowly, the smile on her face fades. "I used to sing part time at this club, but they no longer take part times now. Sometimes I got invited to sing at another club. So far, I've been invited twice."

Jungkook doesn't miss the bitter tone wraps around the last word of her sentence.

Well, she must be a rich man's daughter, then, Jungkook thinks. If she lives in this kind of lifestyle, that's the only explanation there is. If not, where on earth does the money come from?

"So...whatever that you are thinking right now, I guess you're right," she says sadly. "But I don't just live off my parents' money. I write blogs, too. Basically, reviews of food for restaurants and I earn some money from there. It doesn't make me a millionaire or anything, but it's enough I guess."

Jungkook nods understandingly. "So your dad, he's fine with you being a singer? Or writing food reviews?"

Chaeyoung hums again, and Jungkook subconsciously smiles. She stirs her drink gently. "Well, my dad doesn't have any idea of me being a singer at a club. If he knew, it's accurate to say that the world would end," she chuckles. "He's actually fine with singing as a hobby, but not as a profession."

Jungkook places some meat onto Chaeyoung's plate and he pretends not to see the way her eyes glitter, her hand falters briefly before a small smile decorates her face. "Why not? Singers are not any lesser than any successful people just because they don't do stuff like lawyers, doctors, accountants and scientists do."

Chaeyoung stares at him this time and the small smile earlier really grows longer on her face before she looks down and focuses picks the meat with her chopstick. "Well, I don't know. You tell that to my dad."

"Perhaps I will tell him that."

"What? No. Don't you dare," she giggles and Jungkook's own smile widens and fuck, he can't figure out whether the things that are happening in his guts are because of how juicy and tasty the meat looks or it's because of the girl in front of him.

"How about the blog thing?" he asks. "Does he know about it?"

"Yeah," she nods. "He's fine with that one."

"He's fine with you writing blog about food but he's not fine with you singing?" he raises a brow. "What a strange man."

Chaeyoung tries to suppress her smile but fails. "Did you just call my dad strange?"

"Yeah I did. Think about it, he doesn't approve you being a singer, which is a profession in the field of arts. But then he is okay with you reviewing food. Food is art itself. From the taste to the plating. Now, blog writing. That's literally art as well. So, why wouldn't he approve of you involving yourself with arts through singing? Ridiculous. Am I making any sense?"

She silences herself, but the smile is still there. She doesn't look anywhere but at her empty plate and Jungkook thinks she wants some more. He picks off the meat off the grill and onto her plate, and that's when she looks up. "At first you didn't seem like you're making any sense, but yeah I get what you mean," she chuckles.

"So, you sing right?"

"Yeah," she nods.

"And you're sort of jobless, right?"

She smiles wider. "Yeah, sort of."

"Means you have a lot of free time."

"Correct."

Jungkook stuffs his mouth with some radish and spends a couple seconds to munch before he moves them to his left side of his cheek. "How about we go to the noraebang right after this?"

*

When the song ends, Chaeyoung just stares at the screen before a smile slowly builds on her face. She hasn't sing in front of people in months and she just realized how she missed this feeling. A loud clapping breaks the silence and Chaeyoung laughs after spinning around her body and seeing Jungkook cheering her from the seat.

"I know you have a very good voice," he says. "Like, I'd cut my limbs off to listen to you talking to me every single day."

Chaeyoung ducks her face and thanks the dimmed light in the room. She's sure her face is blushing hard.

"But I'd never imagined your voice to be this good singing. Damn," he rounds the table that separates them and stands before her, "Do you want a duet with me?"

She doesn't know if he sings, he never mentioned it before, but what's the harm in doing it anyway? She nods right away and lets him choose the song for them to do a duet. He picks 'Lucky', a song by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat and Chaeyoung squeals in delight.

"Oh my god, my favorite song!"

"Really?" he grins. "I hope I won't ruin the song, then."

"Well, you better not."

And Jungkook really doesn't.

Chaeyoung even misses her key as she stands there frozen listening to him opening the song and owning it already. Her own smile keeps on widening as she sings her part, unable to focus much when Jungkook's eyes are locked on her the whole damn time, shifting closer and closer towards her until they're just a foot apart from each other.

And it lasts until after the song comes to an end.

Though Chaeyoung wants to really turn away, step back or at least, look away, she doesn't. She doesn't even remember when did her eyes actually flit away from looking at his eyes to his lips.

Jimin's right. Jungkook's lips are shiny. She gulps. And they look really kissable.

Her eyes blink, and she throws away her gaze from his lips only when he begins to smile. She looks back up at him, stops breathing when she realizes that he's leaning in and Chaeyoung's hand that is holding the mic automatically pushes forward, lightly hitting on his chest, stopping him. His hard and warm chest.

"I need to pee," she says quickly and doesn't wait for any response as she quickly pulls her hand away from his grasp when he takes the microphone from her. She convinces herself that she may have heard it wrongly and Jungkook may have not called her 'cute' again as she leaves the room.

It's less than three weeks to the wedding.