Chapter 96: Where We Are Meant to Be

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And when Hobi leans his head on my shoulder, sighing contentedly, I realize-
Falling in love feels a lot like this.

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Wednesday

The workday drags, a never-ending loop of emails, meetings, and corporate jargon that makes my brain feel like mush.

The air around the office is suffocating, my laptop screen glaring at me like it knows I'm one more task away from giving up entirely.

Just as I'm about to collapse face-first into my desk, my phone vibrates.

Namjoon (Group Chat)
Lunch?

A tempting offer. But-

Jin (Group Chat)
Busy being devastatingly handsome in court.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
Busy, manifesting my next masterpiece 🧑‍💻😵💫🥴

Yoongi (Group Chat)
Busy pretending to work.

Hobi (Group Chat)
Busy but, missing you all so much 😭

Jungkook (Group Chat)
I'm free. Noona, save me.

Y/N (Group Chat)
I have snacks. Come quick.

Not even a minute later-

Namjoon (Group Chat)
You didn't invite me, but I'm coming.

Yoongi (Group Chat)
Same. My office. Bring snacks.

Hobi (Group Chat)
You guys suck. I want snacks too. 👀😖

Jin (Group Chat)
I want a drink. But alas, I am in court.

Taehyung (Group Chat)
Drinks after work, hyung? 🫰

Jin (Group Chat)
Bet.

Tae (Group Chat)
Bet. 🙌🍻

Jungkook (Group Chat)
Can we focus on ME?! I am starving.

Y/N (Group Chat)
Then hurry up.

Fifteen minutes later, Jungkook bursts into Yoongi's office like he's just escaped a hostage situation.

"Noona," he groans dramatically, throwing himself onto Yoongi's couch.

"I haven't eaten. Do you want me to perish?"

Joon follows behind him at a more leisurely pace, shaking his head.

"Kook, you had a protein shake an hour ago."

Jungkook glares. "That was a pre-lunch snack. It doesn't count."

Yoongi, seated at his desk, barely glances up from his laptop.

"Then go perish. Problem solved."

Jungkook gasps. "Hyung!"

I stifle a laugh and toss him a protein bar.

"Eat this before you start writing your will."

He peels it open with a pout.

"What if I wanted a home-cooked meal?"

Joon smirks. "You mean you wanted Noona to cook for you."

Jungkook perks up, turning his wide eyes to me. "Noona."

I arch a brow. "Are you asking me to cook for you?"

Jungkook grins. "Maybe."

"Yoongi and Jin Oppa are much better at it than me, you know."

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