mr jung | jhs

thirty two : he's hot

"And they were all staring at me while I walked in, it was crazy!" I recount my experience to Callie.

It's been one week since the start of our internships and not to jinx it, but it's going really well so far. Since we hadn't met in some time, Callie and I decided to spend some time together over at my house.

"And then?"

"I just ignored them and followed Bella into Emily's office. Then she briefed me about everything and I just started working from there."

Apparently, Bella is the one who answered the phone the last time I called Emily to ask her about the internship.

"Do you have a lot of things to do? So far mine has been really boring." Callie sighs in frustration.

"It's still fine I guess. I can handle it. I don't know if they'll add on to my tasks but as of now my responsibilities include filing of documents and some administrative work."

"That sounds really boring too." Callie lies down flat on my bed, her fingers interlacing with each other as they rest on her abdomen. Seeing my unmoving self, she changes her position such that she's propping her head up with one hand.

"By the way, you haven't given me any updates regarding Mr Jung yet." She smiles sneakily, her eyes narrowing into a sly look.

Oh god, here we go again.

"Before you start making fun of me, I have something to tell—" Before I can even finish saying what I was going to say, a knock on the door interrupts me. The door creaks open, revealing Jin. His ears are a fiery red as he shyly widens the gap by pushing it further.

"Uhm...I thought you guys might be feeling peckish..." He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. In his hands is a plate with two slices of cakes.

"Thank you Jin." I get up from the bed to retrieve the desserts from him but then someone else appears behind the man.

"Aveline, can you try out this—" Yoongi immediately pauses after he notices Callie's presence. He nods politely at her as a form of greeting before looking back at me.

"I made a new mocktail, give it a taste." He holds up a small glass of what seems to be an unassuming white liquid.

"Okay...I will." I say slowly, taking both items from both men before closing the door cautiously. Not until I heard the shuffling of their feet getting farther did I walk back to Callie with a sigh.

"As I was saying—" 

"Ave!" The door bursts open again and a dishevelled Namjoon rushes in. "Have you seen my phone? I've searched everywhere but there are no traces of it!" He runs his fingers through his already messy hair, messing it up further. I sigh, pursing my lips as I stare at Namjoon.

"Namjoon, I really don't know if I should laugh or cry." Namjoon's brow twitches and I can see the wheels turning in his head.

"Firstly, you can try calling your number. Secondly, check your pocket." I shake my head in disappointment. The outline of a phone was the first thing I noticed right after he asked me the question. And if that wasn't already obvious enough, the edge was sticking out too. 

Namjoon's jaw slowly drops and he cocks his head to the side, his eyes narrowed in distrust. Even though his facial expression said one thing, his actions told another story. His finger are slowly inching towards his pocket, and even though he looks like he doesn't believe me, his Adam's apple is bobbing as he swallows his saliva.

Namjoon's eyes widen the second he feels the smooth material laying in his pocket. He blinks and I can tell that he feels dumb in that moment. 

"Never mind Joon, we're already used to it and okay with it." I give a helpless smile. Biting his lower lip, Namjoon turns on his heels and retreats.