Annie
Days on trial: 14

Jungkook was laughing. He had been for almost a full minute now - even despite my pouty protests.

"I should have won, and you know it!" I whined, holding the controller in my lap, sulking at the screen which let me know, in displeasingly large letters, that I had been defeated.

He bore a smile so large that it could have rivalled the sun. I'd partaken in countless jokes with him in the short time that I'd known him, but never before had he seemed so amicable, so comfortable, and it just made way for the most fantastic laughter I had ever had the pleasure to listen to.

"You can't argue with the game, Annie," He shrugged, a shit-eating grin letting me know just how much he was enjoying this.

"Absolutely outrageous," I stropped, refusing to look in his direction, as I knew it would send my straight face into one of joyous laughter too. 

We had spent the entire afternoon battling through dark underworlds, hunting for mystical orbs and delving into lore that I'm not even sure he understood. He pretended that he did, of course, though his well-informed facade came crumbling down every single time I asked him to explain it.

"Just shoot the fuckers," and "What kind of a defence was that?!" had been his key catchphrases, letting me know just how poorly I had been doing - but it didn't matter. 

The laughter is what mattered. 

He was doing something he loved, and that was exactly what my job had been to do today. In my eyes, it was mission accomplished. We were getting closer and closer to his goal - and closer and closer to a happy ending for my report. Winners all round.

"Hold on," he said, pausing the game with an effortless flick of his finger, as a knock bellowed through his front door.

Left alone as he went to see who it was, I took in the room around me. 

It was a canvas of exposed brick and industrial materials that Jungkook and his friends had made a home out of. Stolen traffic cones and beer mats 'borrowed' from pubs were scattered around the place like a frat house, yet the bookshelf stored enough novels to open a library - and they actually looked read, too.

I knew that if I could have seen colour, that it would have been a vibrant delight; a treat for the eyes.

He had housemates, two of them, and the doors to their rooms were on either side of the obnoxiously large television that they all shared. Jungkook had had to flick the setting over to Mono for the pair of us, just one of the perils of living with Multis. 

To the left of the sofa that I was sat on, a wrought iron staircase spiralled up to a mezzanine floor, which belonged to Jungkook. "It's just a bedroom," he had shrugged when I had told him how cool it was, before he moaned about the lack of privacy - but it did mean he got away with a cheaper rent than the other two, so it wasn't all that bad.

My thoughts assessing Jungkook's interior design choices were interrupted by a female voice that I didn't recognise. She wasn't yelling, but the way in which she projected her voice sent a shiver down my spine.

"Well it isn't my coat, so who the fuck does it belong to?!"

I froze in my seat, heart failing slightly. 

So this was Tiff.

I couldn't blame her for an outburst - finding a stranger sat in your boyfriend's living room would probably always raise a few questions. I stood to greet her, as she came storming into my line of vision.

Her hair was dark and long, secured into a high ballerina bun. Likely the product of surgery, her nose was thin and tapered, and slightly out of proportion to her large eyes - which currently looked like they wanted to skin me alive. 

"Hey, you must be Tif-"

"Who the fuck are you?" Her foul mouth contrasted the poise in her stature and well-dressed body.

"Tiff," Jungkook's voice was stern, but she ignored it, instead raising her brows and shaking her head, as if to ask for a response me. 

"Annie-" I began, before she cut me off. Again.

"Oh, Annie?" She looked at Jungkook, enraged. "Annie?! And do you care to tell me who the fuck Annie is?"

"I'm a reporter," I raised my voice to get her attention. Her glare faltered, landing on me again, nostrils flared. Sinking my fingers into the large pocket of the oversized flannel shirt I had draped over my outfit, I pulled out my 'PRESS' lanyard that I had been wearing on my job earlier. Presenting it to her, I spoke as her eyes scanned it for information. I just knew I'd be getting stalked on social media that evening. "I'm interviewing Jungkook about his Mono status."

She scoffed dismissively. "There are thousands of Mono's in the city."

"But Jungkook is the only one who remains Mono despite being in love," I reinforced my argument, making acknowledgement of his feelings towards her. I wanted her to know that I wasn't a threat; I wasn't after him like she thought I was. "I'm writing a character profile on him," I tried to sound legitimate, knowing that Jungkook didn't want Tiff to know about the drug trial. 

The boy was a fucking idiot, and I'd stand by that statement until the day I died. 

Tiff looked me up and down, and then back to Jungkook. 

"Fine," she spoke with a snooty arrogance, sitting down on the sofa and turning off the television. 

Jungkook's eyes closed, and he let out a silently furious breath through his nose. It was too far away for me to hear, but I could see the way in which his chest heaved, throat and fist gently clenching. It wasn't threatening, merely a way for him to control the frustration brewing beneath his ribs. As his eyes opened again, they landed back on me. They softened, suggesting an unspoken apology for her behaviour.

No wonder he can't see colour, I scoffed internally, before scolding myself. Everyone had their good qualities. I was just yet to see Tiff's. 

"As I'm the one who has to live with it, you should ask me some questions too," Tiff asserted, waving her arm for me to perch on the chair that sat perpendicular to the sofa.

"Sure, of course," I smiled towards her. Keeping the peace felt more important to me than speaking my mind, so I kept the snide remarks I wanted to make hush-hush. 

Turning to face Jungkook, who was able to change his face of disdain into one of sweetness instantly, Tiff seemed to relax. "Googieee," there was a pout to her voice and it made me want to hurl. "Pweaaase can you go and get my bag? I left it in my car."

Either he didn't want to be in the room, or he simply didn't want to piss her off any more; either way, he was out of that door in an instant. 

"Right," her tone changed almost instantly, the pout she had been sporting thinning out. "We have plans this evening, so you need to go as soon as he gets back. What do you want to know?"

Given the fact that Jungkook had told me he'd cleared his afternoon schedule for our plans, it seemed dubious - but I was in no position to argue with her. She was his girlfriend, after all.

"Uh," I stumbled a little, gathering my thoughts. "It must be frustrating for you as a Multi to have a Mono partner. Tell me how it's affected your relationship?"

"It hasn't," she shrugged, indifference plaguing her response. "I know that he loves me. So what if he can't see colour?"

Her answer surprised me. It was far more tolerant, far more accepting, than what I had expected to hear.

"Plus, I can still see colour," she smiled like butter wouldn't melt, and I could tell she was about to venture down a path I didn't want to go. "And, oh god, you should see the colours that he helps me to produce when we make love," she drawled, malice behind the nose she was looking down at me from. 

"The article is focused more on the emotional side to Multivision, not the physical," I nodded awkwardly, really not wanting to hear any more about his lovemaking colour-inducing abilities.

"It all goes hand in hand," she assured me, as if I was stupid. "He's an exceptional lover on both counts."

"Excellent," I tried to hide my contempt, but she could tell I was gritting my teeth. "Is..." I began to mutter out as I jotted into my note pad. "A...fantastic....fuck." 

I looked up towards her with a smile, full stopping my notes. "I'm sure my readers will be very happy to hear about his abilities."

Her smile wasn't quite a smile, more a sneer. It was a threat: stay away.

"They'll probably love that he can only see one colour," she continued to brag, causing my eyes to snap upwards. He was a Mono. He couldn't see any colour. We both knew this. "And it's the colour of my eyes. How romantic is that?"

"Incredibly so," I smiled, deliberating her words. Had Jungkook been lying to me? I supposed that I didn't really know him at all. Before I could question it, I heard the latch on his door go, and decided that it was time for me to leave. "I've gotta head off actually, there's another interview I need to get to."

"Aw Annie, that's a shame," she pouted, trying to convey dismay, but failing. She was paper-thin, and it would take just a single blow from the big bad wolf to blow her sickly sweet facade away. "Can't wait to see your report."

"I'll send you a copy," I smiled, trying to be genuine in my outward appearance. Helping Jungkook was my current project - disliking his girlfriend wasn't going to help anything. It wasn't worth my energy.

Jungkook was still by the door, holding my coat open for me, as I slipped my shoes on.

"Annie," his brows were soft, resting a centimetre or two higher than usual. "I'm so sor-"

"It's fine," I smiled. "You're fine. Don't worry about it. I've actually gotta go, but I'll see you next week, alright?"

"At the cafe?"

"Probably best," I nodded with an awkward smile. Things didn't feel so comfortable between us anymore. It was a shame.

"I'm sorry," his voice hushed, conscious of Tiff's prying ears. "And thank you, for keeping your cool. I know she can be... a lot. She means well."

I knew that she absolutely did not mean well. Swallowing my pride, I simply nodded. "Bye, Kook."

"Bye, Annie," his distant voice was soft as his door firmly clicked shut.