His phone seemed to burn in his vision off in the corner of his eye on the counter. Curse that dumb app and curse himself for not double checking. Jung felt frozen, his jaw dropping slack, but nothing coming out of his mouth. The only thing that snapped him out of it was the growing loudness of the sizzle of the pasta sauce in the pan. He blinked rapidly, trying his best to continue working at the food, even if his face was beginning to bloom furiously with heat that seared to reach even the tips of his ears. Ass balls. His movements were too hurried and clumsy, a far cry from his usual demeanor in the kitchen. Finally, he turned off the heat, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat, trying to seem normal. Jung could hear his heart beating in his ears as he looked back at Jojo. âI-â His voice came out high and hoarse all at the same time. Holy shit. What have you gotten yourself into Jungmin. âYeah,â he said finally, wiping his palms on his flannel pants. âItâs me. Min doesnât have the app, remember?â He tried to chuckle, to make light of the situation, but he just sounded nervous and shaky.
      right ... the silence was absolutely deafening, though she was using it to recant all their activities in the past month ... two months, trying to pinpoint where exactly these feelings could make sense. in the end, it never did, but jo wasnât about to make him feel shameful for his feelings, especially went he seemed to be a little high strung about it. âright, she doesnât,â came whispered words, a curt laugh following shortly after. and ... silence again, minus the sizzling of the pan that seemed to slowly die off into silence as well. âwell,â she couldnât bare to look over at him, so she carefully slid from the counter. jo was sure he wouldnât want to talk about it, and in all honesty she wasnât sure if she wanted to either. âtell me when the foodâs ready, yeah ?â a small hand waved in the direction of the living room, where she was already turning on her heel to retreat to.Â