KILL'ER • BTS

8 . C A F E T A R I A

Nevertheless, he skipped that moment, not complaining, not questioning anything, just answering me.

"The frames. Are they that fascinating?"

Being clarified, I looked at them again.

As much as I could have spent minutes staring at them before, I felt like it was my very first time paying attention to those two frames.

Was he sure I was looking at them before?

"They are," I mumbled an answer, still trying to understand what they showed.

"Which one do you prefer?"

"The one with the three boys."

Although my choice was randomly picked, when Jungkook grabbed it with an invisible nostalgic emotion present in his eyes, I realized I had picked the right one.

"This one?"

I nodded, focused on looking at him, at his firm posture being slightly changed, his serious eyes getting slightly transformed.

"Why do you like it?"

"Are you in it?"

Clearing his throat, Jungkook turned around to go back to his couch, all the slight alterations in his presence fading away once he sat down and grabbed a glass to pour some water into it.

"Yes. Some friends and I having a great sunny afternoon."

Then, Jungkook led the glass edge to his lips, drinking the cold liquid with both his eyes closed.

Although I wanted to ask him more about that photograph, his following silence just didn't allow me to and, honestly, I wasn't willing to force its end. Jungkook had never tried to go further about my limitations, my moments, my reactions, and it wouldn't just be fair if I did that to him.

Keeping quiet, I glanced one last time at the sepia picture, at those three happy kids with teeth missing, their eyes invaded by the sun.

Look, Minnie!

That reminded me of Minho.

"Do you like your professional identity card now?" Jungkook asked as he noticed it finally around my neck, taking the opportunity to change the subject.

My tooth just fell!

"Yes, I do."

Go tell mom!

Apologising was the right thing to do.

Are you afraid of blood?

I was about to apologise when I understood my throat wasn't going to participate.

Silly you, it won't hurt you!

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"Anyone admires him," Namjoon said, glancing at me as he kept on leading us to the company cafeteria.

People around us drank coffee and ate small slices of chocolate cake. Although some preferred to read quick magazines and newspapers instead of risking their diets, the biggest majority still chose to agree with their wishes and give sweets a chance, which was understandable.

What got me surprised was the way Jung Hoseok was still on the front page of the daily journals. Even though it was weird, it was still great for me.

The longer they got society entertained with Hoseok, the longer they'd let me work in peace.

"Anybody would like to be you, Miss."

I felt like laughing, like sharing all those links I had seen before with him, like taking him to the bathroom to hear girls talking about me.