⌜ THE MUSEUM ⌟

"Why do you have your school bag with you?"

"Why do you not have your school bag with you? Faye raised her brow.

"W-What? You can't just ask me the same question, but just flip the words around." Jungkook crossed his arms. "It just seems a little odd."

"If they ask to check my bag, I'll say I'm here for a school assignment." Faye shrugged her shoulders.

Jungkook held the door open, letting Faye in before him. The museum was decently packed, since it was a Saturday. It was going to be impossible to get one painting without a crowd of people in front of it.

"No one's standing near that painting." Faye pointed to one of the corners.

"Because it's hideous." Jungkook casually admitted.

"It's not hideous." Faye softly chuckled. "It's art, and art can only be beautiful."

"Have you seen me draw?" Jungkook raised his brows, making her smile.

"No, but I'd like to." She shrugged her shoulders. "I think you'd be good at it if you just practiced."

"Not every one is good at everything." Jungkook mumbled as he took a closer look at the painting.

"Some people can draw, others can sing. Some can be athletes, and others can be actors." He finished his thoughts.

"Where do you fit in?" Faye asked as she grabbed her notebook from her book bag.

"I'm a hockey player, so I guess athlete." He plainly responded.

"Let me ask the question again." Faye pursed her lips together. "What would you want to be?"

Jungkook sighed as he looked up at Faye. "Not here at a museum."

"Shut up." She playfully punched his arm.

"Okay." Jungkook straightened his white tee shirt. "I guess I've always wanted to start a company."

"Interesting." Faye nodded her head.

"Well what about you, since you're sitting there asking a million questions." Jungkook raised his brow.

"Hmm." She started to think. "Being a nurse sounds really cool."

"Really?" Jungkook raised his brow. "You, the little cheerleader wants to be a nurse?"

"You're gonna keep making fun of me all day, aren't you?" She rolled her eyes.

"Sorry." Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. "It's just really not what I'd picture you saying."

"I think it's cool." He added after a small moment of silence.

"Thanks." Faye smiled.

"So." Jungkook cleared his throat when he noticed the tension between them. "Let's analyze this piece of artwork."

"You were about to say piece of shit, don't lie." Faye giggled as she caught him lying.

"Fine, you got me." Jungkook sighed. "I have a sailor mouth because of my dumbass friend."

"Hm, maybe you need to find new friends." She scanned the museum. "Like that guy over there."

"The marble statue?" Jungkook scoffed. "I'm sure he'd be a really good listener."

"That's what I was thinking." She licked her lips as they both stared at the statue.

"Hey!" A security guard shouted, startling them.

He held the fake tickets in his hand, marching toward Faye and Jungkook.

"What did you do?" Jungkook blinked a couple times as he faced Faye.

"I may have given him fake tickets." She nervously giggled, before grabbing his wrist and racing over towards the exit. "Come on mister athlete, I know you can run faster than that." Faye laughed while they ran past the Renaissance exhibits and into a dark theater room, projecting a film about North Indian Art.

Jungkook held tightly onto Fayes hand as they tried to quietly make their way past the seated people.

"I can't believe you actually did that." Jungkook whispered as they walked in the dark.

"I can't believe you went through with it." Faye raised her brows. "I guess you're the rebel you always say you're not."

"When I'm around you?" Jungkook gently bit his bottom lip. "—yeah."

—

"I always question why I do the things I do." Sora crossed her arms while she waited outside of the restroom.

"I promise you won't regret spending your day with me." Jimin charmed, as he changed into his hockey uniform.

"I mean, to think—" Sora began to rant. "I could be walking my dog, volunteering at the library, going south to visit my grandmother, reading books—

Sora's lips parted as soon as Jimin pushed the door open, and her words fell apart. "Finally, y-you're here. You've been in there for almost three hours."

"Stop exaggerating." Jimin rolled his eyes, while adjusting his sleeves. "So, you ready to learn ice hockey?"

"I don't enjoy sports." She crossed her arms.

"Here, wear this." He grabbed a shirt and threw it at Sora's chest. "It's out smallest size, so it might be a little tight, but it's all we had left."

"You want me to wear this sweaty, boy infested jersey?" Sora held it out in front of her, as disgust took over her face.

"It's clean." Jimin shrugged it off. "You'll be the first one to wear it."

Sora pursed her lips together, going through all the scientific reasons of whether she should or should not wear the jersey. Jimin crossed his arms as he waited for her to put it on. "Any day now."

With a loud sigh, she finally gave in, pulling the small jersey over her head. "This is clearly three times smaller than I really am." Sora pulled the jersey down, but it just stuck against her chest.

"Goddamn." Jimin licked his lips as his eyes focused on every inch of her body.

"And you expect me to believe you religiously attend church." Sora scoffed, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Mhm." Jimin mumbled, still focused on her chest.

"Hey!" Sora snapped her fingers in his face. "I'd fix your gaze, before my fist lands on your face." She warned him.

Jimin cleared his throat, glancing back into her eyes, where he was supposed to be staring. "You ready?"

"I've been ready." She grabbed the heavy hockey stick and nearly fell over.

Jimin's knees quickly hit the floor as he caught Sora in his arms, before she'd fall. She was lost at words, and just stared into his dilated pupils.

"Maybe I should teach you how to skate first." His lips curved into a cheeky smile.

"Very funny." Sora pushed her tongue against her cheek, while Jimin gazed at her, like she's the last drop of water in a scorching desert.

"Don't look at me like that." She quickly pushed his chest back, and hurried out of his arms without any hesitation.

"Like what?" Jimin chuckled as he sat on a ledge to put on his skates.

"Do you have a size 5?" Sora asked as she searched through the rows of shoes, completely ignoring his question.

"Did I just hear you correctly?" Jimin teasingly brought his hand up to his ear. "You're a size 5?"

"Yes." Sora lowered her brows. "I thought I just told you that."

Jimin dropped his head into his hands, shutting both his eyes tightly. "So fucking cute, damn it."

"Why do you keep mumbling?" Sora complained, as she finally found a shoe size close to hers. "It's like you don't want me to hear what you have to say."

"Yeah, that's the point." Jimin gave her a judging look.

"I'm losing brain cells." Sora gently sang.

"You have a beautiful voice."

She slowly turned to him, giving him a blank look.

"It's so gentle, and—" He glanced up into her eyes, and faintly smiled. "Delicate."

"Let's skate." Sora cutely blurted out as she grabbed onto his wrist.

"Wait, Sora don't run onto the ic—

Sora foot slid against the ice, sending her to fall on her ass. Jimin broke into a teary laughter, trying to hold himself up as well.

"Ouch." She whispered, while gently rubbing her behind.

"I told you not to run." Jimin tried to hold in his laugh, but his face turned red every time he even looked in her direction.

"Help me." She lightly groaned, while sticking both her hands out.

Jimin couldn't help but grin as he reached out for her hand. He wanted to laugh, but Sora's piercing stare was keeping him from doing so. "You okay?"

"I'm okay." She smiled, before crossing her arms over her chest. "Of course I'm not okay. Did you witness how hard that impact was? I can't barely
feel my butt." She grabbed him by his jersey. "If anything happens, you're paying my hospital bill."

"I can heal it for you." Jimin tilted his head as he tried to get a glimpse of her ass.

—

"You should've seen it coming." Sora crossed her arms, still defending herself.

Jimin removed the ice pack from his swollen eye, trying to glare at her with the other one. She gave him a sympathetic look before going back to play with the bracelets on her wrist.

"How the hell do you expect me to go out in public like this?" Jimin pointed to his bruised eye. "Don't think you cant just get away with this, you know?"

"Don't yell at me." Sora stood up from her seat, as she spoke to Jimin. "I don't handle that well, so if you wouldn't mind, not raising your voice at me."

Jimin bit his bottom lip, regretting the way he just spoke to her. Sora seemed hurt, not from him, but from someone else.

"I'm sorry." He sighed while wiping the sweat off his forehead. "I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

"It's fine." She quickly dismissed what happened, and tried to move on to a different subject. "We could g—"

"Did something happen?" Jimin asked in a casual tone, trying to make her feel comfortable to talk.

Sora lowered one of her brows, clearly confused.

"Did someone make you feel that way?" Jimin did a better job elaborating the second time around.

"It's nothing." She shrugged her shoulders. "Just stupid things you wouldn't wanna hear anyway."

Sora slightly jumped when she felt Jimin's hand touch her fingers, holding them tightly. Her eyes averted up to his eyes, blinking slowly at him.

"You can tell me." He whispered.