CHARISMA | JJK

11

"woah" was all that escaped her lips as she stood stiff before jungkook's house.

as expected, it was huge.
well, not huge
but much larger than hers.

soojeong tightened her grip on the bag she had on her shoulder–a furry white marshmallow inside it.

stepping towards the entrance,
someone had already beat her to it and opened the door.

"who are you?"

a petite, black haired girl had her short arm above her head, reaching out for the doorknob which she had tried hard to get open because of her height. the other arm, holding a tatted, pink toy bunny. her almond shaped eyes were just like jungkook's,
yet they missed the humble, caring glint that his possessed.
her lips were in a frown, clearly not agreeing with soojeong's presence.

"i-i'm park soojeong." she stuttered.

the kid opened her mouth to say something,
but was interrupted by a larger, male figure towering over her.

"soojeong." he smiled at the fluency of the word.

"come in."

she glanced down at the floor and back up at them.

"that's your girlfriend?"

"she seems pretty bland." sejin commented, a sinister tug at her lip.

jungkook's face completely changed; eyebrows furrowed, eyes no longer their natural dark, hazelnut colour.
just darkness.

"stop it, jeon sejin. you should go to your room." he scolded.

sejin flinched.
and disappeared inside with an unreadable emotion.

soojeong began walking towards jungkook, feeling more at ease but
a little
sympathetic.

"shall we?" he asked, offering a hand.

she simply nodded.

as soon as they got inside,
she was led upstairs.

a blush crept on to her face.

oh no.