No Strings Attached (Jungkook x OC)

Part 2: Every Photo Has It's Own Story

He licked his fingers and looked at me, "have you ever considered being a chef?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "well, I did, it's something I want to fulfill."

"Like a business?" He implied and I nodded my head in reply. "You should, because these cupcakes are fucking delicious."

"Oh, I know," I teased, "you don't even need to tell me, I already know they taste good."

"Someone's being so cocky right now," he rolled his eyes. "Hey, do you ever consider being humble for once?"

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "are you talking to me, or yourself?"

He sighed angrily, shoving another cupcake into his mouth. It was not long until his face softened. "Myself, but I'm only saying that because I don't want these red velvet cupcakes being taken away from me."

I burst out into laughter, nodding my head, "at least you know my tactics."

"But really," he began, pointing towards the cupcakes, "I wasn't joking about you fulfilling this whole cupcake business."

I shrugged my shoulders again, placing my head on the palm of my hand. I nudged him, "what do you want to fulfill when you grow up?"

"I want to be a photographer." He said in under a split second, almost as if he knew exactly what he was going to be since he entered the world.

"A photographer?" I asked and he nodded his head cheerfully.

"I love taking photos, because each picture holds a story." He began, taking his last bite. "A picture can hold a story.. real or all made up, it's your choice."

I raised an eyebrow, "have you taken photos?"

He nodded his head, pulling out his camera from his backpack that was sitting right beside him. He opened it, flipping through the pictures as if he was trying to find a specific photo. I looked at him as he searched through his memory card.

"Here," he handed me his camera and I looked at the viewfinder to see a girl sitting in a coffee shop all alone.

The picture of the girl was taken from afar, almost like Jungkook was standing from across the street as he took the picture. She was holding onto her teaspoon, stirring through her cup of hot chocolate. The girl looked pretty upset, a droplet of her tear sitting at the brim of her eye. I felt my heart soften at the picture, it was almost like a candid photo.

It was Haeun.

"What's her story?" I asked and he leaned in closer towards me, pointing towards the photo every now and then as he started to storytell.

"Once upon a time," he began and I rolled my eyes at how cheesily he started the story. "There was a girl named Haeun. On a cold December night, her heart was broken by a prince charming who found another princess. She ran away from reality and lost herself all because of her shattered heart. But one day, another prince charming found her sitting in a coffee shop all alone. He approached her and the two of them talked, not realizing the store has come to a close."

I stared at him as he stared intently at the photo, his thumb grazing the screen gently. I felt myself feel a bit bad for him, somehow feeling how hurt he was after losing Haeun.

"They managed to talk, and talk, until they fell in love." He smiled, and I have never felt a bit angry for a girl who broke the heart of a guy who was heartwarming and genuine. "But one day, his princess ran away from her and into another man's arms.. never coming back ever again. The end."

He frowned, grabbing the camera and shutting it off. I looked at him, seeing his face filled with sadness and he looked like he was already in defeat. I shook my head.

"The end? Jungkook, not everything has an ending." I sighed and he blinked vigorously.

"Every story has it's ending, good or bad. Unfortunately, mine was bad." He chuckled bitterly and I sighed angrily another time.

"But not all stories have an ending. Heck, not all stories have a bad ending because it's up to the storyteller to change it." I pointed towards his camera. "You say you're the storyteller of each photo you take. Well then, why don't you change the ending of that photo of Haeun?"

"She won't want me back." A tear slipped from his eye. "Do you think she would want me back?"

"She will definitely want you back, Jungkook." I nodded my head, "and you'll be able to change the ending of the story.. her story.. your story."

He wiped his tears away, nodding his head as if he was beginning to get convinced. I smiled, "where's that smile?"

He smiled and I nodded my head, "there it is! Now, can I ask you to take a photo of me?"

And it was like a sudden change of emotion, his face suddenly turning into the same jokester I've grown to hate. "I don't need to take a photo of you, I already know your story and it's ending."

I rolled my eyes, "what is it now, Jungkook?"

"You're story only has one page." He smirked and my face went blank. "Once upon a time, there was a girl named Seoyeon who was so fucking dumb that she ended up falling down the stairs and into the pits of hell—"

"You're an asshole, you know that, right?"