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✿ three times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
one!
Dull thuds echo against the sidewalk as the heels of Ahyoung’s boots scrape against the cement. She’s filming Tasty Road, a variety show that features the tastiest restaurants to be found in Seoul, and although she’s supposed to be conversing with the scriptwriter-in-charge about the concept for the next episode, something manages to catch her attention, prompting her to remove her sunglasses and squint at it with unabashed delight.
From across the street, it appears to be a very imposing life-sized cardboard cut-out of Jongkook advertising some sort of snack ( presumably a healthy one, of course! ). The toothy grin that spreads across his lips does nothing to dampen the impressive aura emanating from his towering height of a hundred and seventy-six cm ( as he very proudly announced to her once before ), and she finds herself placing a hand of her lips to stifle a small giggle.
As she continues to head towards her filming destination, her pale fingers drift to her phone tucked snugly in the back pocket of her jeans. She casts one last lingering gaze at the cut-out, sighing wistfully, then turns her attention back in full to the staff member.
❝ Ah, yes? I’m sorry, you were saying? ❞
two!
She’s late – not by too much, but enough to make her brows furrow in guilt as she scans the surroundings in search of Jongkook. It’s been too long since they’ve last met and so when the other had asked her out to grab a movie and catch up, she’d happily agreed in two seconds flat.
Inky waves are plastered to the sides of her temples with perspiration as she swivels about her heel to look for him, the hem of her dress hitting the back of her thighs. Frantically pursing her lips, Ahyoung’s about to reach into her bag to grab her phone to send him a message when a familiar voice calls out to her from her left and a large hand cups her elbow.
❝ 오빠! ❞ she turns to Jongkook, beaming up at him brightly as her eyes curve into crescents, face flushed a peachy pink under her mask. ❝ I-I’m so sorry I took longer than expected! ❞
three!
A small buzz alerts her to her phone – a new message alert decorates its screen, and when her eyes trail across its contents, they widen into large pools of concern. The news has her immediately scrambling up in haste, her feet carrying her swiftly to the kitchen, where she instantly starts to place a pot of water on the hob and scavenge for some rice, chicken and vegetables.
Forty minutes later and she’s finally finished ladling the steaming hot porridge into a large thermos, which she seals firmly with a pride flowing through her veins at her quick handiwork. Eyes trained on her phone, her fingers tap its surface lightly as she exits the dorm with the food tucked safely under her arm, humming softly under her breath.
[ ✉ 1:38 » 종국 오빠 ] i’m on my way now! i’ve got a surprise… and no, you can’t keep me from coming ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ[ ✉ 1:38 » 종국 오빠 ] open up in 20 mins!
