I mentally cursed myself the entire way I made my way through out the building.

Fucking dumbass, stupid little-

Grabbing my beige coat from the hanger at the entrance, I exited the headquarters.

My eyes darted to my surroundings outside, the sun tingeing the metallic buildings in all shades of orange.

A man's black hair shined orange on the top, his silhouette stark against the sun's light.

The smoke he blew out from his mouth merged in that colour.

Many would have said that he looked beautiful. Glorious without doubt.

But seeing that smoke that came out from him, from his cigarette in his hand, made me cringe.

How could he? How could he slowly kill himself like that?

I made myself to move forward, double checking the location Jungkook told me to go to.

The closer I went, the more clear his face was.

My eyes widened.

"Jungkook!"

The boy whipped his head to me, his face instantly red. "S-Sora."

I walked quickly over to him, and snatched his cigarette from his perched hand.

Dropping it on the pavement, I then stamped it against my shoe, crumbling it into a flat mush of ash and paper.

Jungkook scoffed in disbelief. "Why did you that?"

"Why do you do that?" I pointed to the remains of the cigarette.

He looked away, to the sun descending on the Seoul skyline. "In hopes that my worries would fade into nothing, just like the smoke I blew out."

God. I usually don't get all sappy over this.

But seeing Jungkook look so upset had me feeling just a little bit guilty over my action.

I fished out some strawberry gum from my bag. "Here," I said, handing it to him.

Jungkook cocked his head, ever so slightly, eyebrows knitted in confusion.

"It helps," I explained. Then I shrugged. "Apparently."

His eyes flicked to the gum in his hand, perched between his fingers.

He opened up the packaging, and popped the gum his mouth.

Slowly, his jaw moved, in a steady rhythm of chewing the substance.

The boy raised his head, at eye level with me. "Thank you," he said.

"No problem," I replied, facing forwards. "Right, where to?"

-

I looked upon the restaurant, the neon red lights of its banner flaring in the cloak of darkness that covered the sky.

"Café de les étoiles," I read out. "Five stars."

"It's the best one out here," Jungkook reasoned, as if he needed explaining. "I couldn't find anything better-"

"Jungkook," I called over my shoulder as I pushed the glass doors open. "You don't have to explain yourself. I love it."

Shuddering in relief, the boy caught up with me, and we both went up the to a waiter, standing behind a speech stand with a book atop it.

Jungkook was about to introduce himself when the waiter spoke. "Mr Jeon and Miss Yoon?"

We both nodded. The waiter shut his book. "Right this way."

He led us to a table for two.

Jungkook sat himself down, and I stood there, until I realised.

Sit your ass down, Sora. This isn't Taehyung.

Oh God, you stuck up woman, he doesn't have to.

Embarrassed, I quickly sat myself down on a chair, pushing it in to settle down.

Another waiter came to us. "What would you like to have today, sir, madam?"

"Can I have the special course?" Jungkook requested. "Le plat de jour?"
"Yes, sir." the waiter turned to me. "And madam?"

"Uhh," I started, looking at the menu before me.

All rubbish I couldn't understand. Fuck.

"Yeah, uh, I'll have what he's having," I said, pointing to the boy in front of me.

The waiter smiled. "Of course."

He left, taking the menus with us.

I looked to Jungkook, worry crossing over my face. "What the fuck did I order?"

The boy laughed, a silent yet light little sound. "A five course meal," he replied, fixing his black shirt. "In a minute he'll bring the hors d'oeauvres."

"What in the world-"

"The starter," he explained, as the waiter brought some fresh bread to us.

"A little token of welcome," he said, smiling, and went off.

Jungkook, returning it, ripped out a piece of bread with his hands.

"A French courtesy," he added, gesturing for me to have some.

I obliged, taking a bit of bread and tasting the fluffy, chewy softness of the substance.

"These French have some damn nice bread," I commented, taking some more.

"I couldn't agree more," Jungkook said.

Soon, the first course came, along with a few cocktails at our sides.

The fish was first, lightly smoked, with black pepper and lemon sorbet sprinkled atop it.

Since this wasn't the main course, the fish was small, but nonetheless very tasty.

More waiters came whizzing though, balancing dishes upon dishes in their rough hands and gently putting it on the table.

As we ate, Jungkook and I talked.

Not the deep conversation I started with Taehyung right when I first met him.

No, a little part of me didn't want to give it away so soon to him, so I asked him instead.

"So, Jungkook," I started, as I finished off another cocktail shot,"Did you always want to be the glorious son of Sir Jeon?"

The boy chewed on some beef, trying to swallow it as fast as he could. "Well, I never wanted to be that."

"Really?"

"Mmm hmm." he ripped out another piece of the new bread handed to us. "I actually wanted to be a photographer."

"Oh," I said, cutting up little pieces of the same dish. "Wouldn't have that been easy for you to do?"

I popped the piece in my mouth. Chewed on it a little more. "Considering your dad did get famous for his magazines and photoshoots."

"My dad got famous off of them," Jungkook repeated. "He didn't do it himself."

Taking a graceful sip of the wine, he continued, "He always believed in superiority. That if you had the power and money to have other people do your work for you, then why do it yourself?

"Where as I, on the other hand, want to travel the world. Take photos of rivers streaming past hurls of rock. Camels riding slowly across the desert. The smiles of strangers as they see a sight to behold."

Jungkook sighed. "I want to capture the moments that matter," he explained, a sense of determination in his voice. "But I have no support in the hobbies I want to pursue as a career."

"I support you," I blurted out.

His dark eyes snapped to mine. Black eyelashes fluttered in disbelief.

"No, really," I said, finishing my wine. "I believe you should follow your dreams. Do what your heart wishes."

A smile that crept up on Jungkook's face was truly a sight to behold.

In all honestly, if he really wanted to capture a moment, he should have taken a selfie right there.

The little corners of his mouth were stretched wide, and his mouth parted ever so slightly. His eyes crinkled at the corners, a gesture that made me want to squeal.

He's so cute.

A waiter arrived with an opened bottle of wine, gesturing for me to hold out my glass.

I did, and he poured in some, the liquid dark and red and overflowing-

"YIAHH!" I screeched, my chair instantly jerking back.

Feeling a sensation of wetness, I looked down at my dress.

It was soaked.

"Oh mon dieu, I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine," I hissed, even though it was anything but.

Jungkook's smile had faltered, instead his soft features wavering into a face of shock. "Oh my God, are you okay?"

"Wait, I'll try and fix this in the toilets," I muttered, getting up from my chair.

I quickly went to the bathroom, grabbing some tissues and dabbed it on the dress, hoping it would soak up some of the wine.

It was useless now. The wine had stained.

"Oh, fuck me," I cursed, brushing at my dress as I made my way out, a bit pissed.

I was about to shout for Jungkook when I stopped.

And nearly tripped over.

My eyes revealed none other than Han Chanyeok, dazzling a smile.

At another woman, sitting opposite him.

Suddenly, I was more than a little bit pissed.

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Hey guys! I actually don't like this chapter at all but it's been a week, and I felt hella guilty so here ya go.

Anyway, please do vote and tell me your opinions. It shall be appreciated :)