Jungkook answers as the keep walking, "No. But it does bring in some class to the professional."
"I apologise, but I don't see how engaging in methods of fornication with snooty royals is any classier that doing the same with the supposed regular crowd," Yureum states in a smug manner, turning to face Jungkook and folding her arms over her chest. "But if believing this gets you through the day, then I won't burst you bubble, Your Excellency." She smiles with snobbery, passing Jungkook a sly look.
Jungkook doesn't necessarily reply to her. They keeping walking ahead until they reach a part of the hall when a small diversion leads to a secluded area. From what he can remember, this was probably a backup for the playroom Taehyung had as a kid. Later it was turned into a place for Taehyung to practice his passion in writing. But, now it's just another old room with some wooden furniture laying around here and there.
Jungkook pulls Yureum towards the room with him, her back gently pressed against the door while Jungkook towers her. "You know, sometimes, you're really conceited. And I don't like it," he whispers softly, lips lazing next to Yureum's right ear.
Yureum knows where this might go. Thus, she says, "Someone might come soon."
Jungkook's warm breath strikes her skin when he nuzzles into her neck. "I think that'll be you," Yureum can feel his lips form a curved line—a smirk, to be precise.
"What do you think?" Jungkook finally meets her eyes. Yureum hesitates initially, mouth opening to say something but shutting due to lack of words.
It's when they hear Jimin and you bickering with each other, Jungkook rolls his eyes and guides her into the room, Yureum following with a shy smile and a pounding heart.
• • • • • • • •
"I will bet you one big sack of gold coins that these two banged in your old room," Jimin teases Jungkook and Yureum and they shoot him death glares.
Taehyung chuckles at Jimin's words. "No thanks, pal. I know so myself," he joins along as you roll your eyes and Ena laughs.
"You guys wouldn't have to be obsessed about someone else's sex life if you switched your own one's on." Yureum narrows her eyes at all of you, aggressively slurping her noodles.
"No no. Believe me Yureum, we still would've chatted about your sex life even while experiencing our own," you give her a cheeky wink to get on her nerves. "It's always fun to mock the way Jungkook describes each time of yours."
"A solace to the heart," Jimin repeats Jungkook's words in the most teasing way ever.
"Where on earth are Namjoon and Seokjin when you need them?" Jungkook mumbles, sighing in defeat.
Rolling her eyes, Yureum rises from her seat and pushes the chair back in. "You pubescent teens carry on with your remarkable irrelevances, I'll go to my room and start packing for Busan." She tosses everyone a sarcastic smile before departing.
"It's sad you're not staying longer," Ena says, "I was looking forward to spending more time with you all."
With a lively, assuring chuckle, Jimin says, "We're just a letter away. Send us one, and then come over. You're always welcome!"
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