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the news of jungkook's modelling career spread like wildfire. person after person exchanging whispers to mutual friends and so on.
it seemed like most were happy for him–admiring his new groomed and dapper look.
in soojeong's case; the heart-crumbling still frame of her and him hadn't faded away since she had sat in to one of their photo shoots. he had offered, and because she said she was fine with it,
she couldn't say no.

but she wished she did–she would've rather not known anything of it,
what it looked like.


soojeong arrived home, at last.
digging into her bag, she felt something that seemed out of place from the usual essentials she carried around with her.
a piece of paper.

she took it out.

scribbled handwriting hastily written on all over the white sheet; once she looked closer, it was telling her how to make several
recipes.

sejin.

sejin was great at cooking–amazing, even. soojeong remembered how she had offered to share a few of her recipes, as soojeong wasn't exactly the best at making a successful and edible dish.

a glint of hope shone in her eyes;
she nodded to herself,
and got to work.



ring.

a few minutes later, she got a call.

she paused in her actions and darted towards the gadget.

jungkook <3

hands covered in insipid batter, she answered it anyways.

"hello?"

"hey, soojeong." she could sense his adorable smile through the phone.
the way his words curved upwards and his tone became suddenly happier.

she smiled back.

"wanna hang out?" he asked her, shuffling was heard.

her face livened,
and then gloom swept over it at an instant.
she was in the middle of cooking,
and it was quite the messy recipe.

soojeong felt she should probably keep her projects from Jungkook–not wanting to become such a burden to him.

"babe?" a voice popped her out of her bubble of thought.

she chewed on her lip anxiously.

"i-i can't. sorry."

"wh-"

the line went dead.

she truly did want to spend time with him, but–
yoora.

yoora was probably better company to him than she was.
they spend more time together anyways.

sigh.

setting her batter-covered phone down on a wooden chair, she straightened out her apron
and walking toward the stove again–

"@#*!?&"

aaaaand burnt her thumb.

good going, soojeong.

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