No Strings Attached (Jungkook x OC)

Part 7: Happy Birthday, Jungkook.

His eyes were sad, but he mustered up a small smile. She poked at his cheeks again, forcing another smile. "Are you ticklish?"

His eyes slightly widened and she grinned, poking at his sides, making him flinch. He chuckled and started to move away from her. She advanced towards him and poked his sides again and he tried to stop her from tickling him any longer.

"You are ticklish!" She exclaimed, tickling him as he burst out into laughter.

He grabbed her hands as she reached out to tickle him, and he pulled her closer to him. She bumped into his chest, the top of her head resting underneath his cheek. She wrapped her arms around him second-mindedly, and quickly pulled away.

She took a few steps away from him and looked down, stopping herself from blushing ten shades of red just like a tomato. Without looking at him, she mumbled, "shall we start cleaning?"

He smiled at the innocent one, also blushing as well, "we shall."

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They were just about almost done with the cleaning, just a few more ripped pictures were still scattered across the floor. Jungkook was slightly feeling a bit better, a small smile spread across his lips whenever the two of them would brush hands or bumped into each other from behind.

"You know," she began, brushing some dust into a dustpan, "I never forgot about your birthday."

He pursed his lips into a line, their eyes looking at each other. He turned around so that his back was facing her, and he shrugged his shoulders. They slumped when he replied with, "at least you didn't forget."

"Hm?" She asked and he glanced over his shoulder to look at her, shaking his head.

"Nothing." She frowned, picking up the dustpan and walking over towards the trash can to throw the content out.

She looked up and stopped to see a set of phone numbers written on a white piece of paper. It was the only paper that was pinned up on his bulletin board. Her eyes scanned through the page, scrunching her nose in confusion. Did he not keep record of his parents' numbers?

On top of the white piece of paper, there was a pinned picture of his parents smiling beautifully at each other. In his mother's arms, there was Jungkook as a toddler, sitting with an eye smile.

Seoyeon found herself smiling as well.

Then that's when it hit her.

His parents forgot his birthday. Or at least they didn't greet him.. yet.

She turned around and looked towards Jungkook who was completely oblivient of what she was about to do. Swinging out her phone, she added a number into her contacts and checked to make sure he wasn't looking.

"Jungkook-ah, I'm just going to take out the garbage, alright?" She looked down at the garbage, perfect timing to make a perfect call. He nodded his head in reply and she hurriedly got the garbage bag, out the door she went.

She shut the door behind her and took the elevator down to the lobby of the building. Whipping out her phone once again, she scrolled through her contacts and stopped on one particular name.

After a few rings, she started to grow impatient. She tapped her foot against the floor, and after a few more rings, the other line picked up.

"Hello? Who is this?" A soft voice answered her phone call and she pursed her lips into a line.

"Jimin-ah, it's Seoyeon.. the cupcake girl." She began, scratching the nape of her neck. He chuckled on the other line.

"Do you miss me that much?" He grinned, and she rolled her eyes playfully. "Nah, I'm just playing with you. What's up?"