"I think it's okay for us to start living."
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In a fanfiction universe full of cliches, absurd plot-proceedings, and a depressing number of death flags, Clarity is determined to do everything in her power t...
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Jungkook lazily postured himself on the wooden chair, resting his chin on the backrest as he munched on his churros. He glanced up as the entrance door to the mansion flung open, revealing a red-faced Taehyung.
"Why took you so lon-" the youngest complained, stopping amidst his sentence as he noticed another body in the room. Behind him, Clarity popped her head out, giving him a small wave.
"Oh, you're back!" Hoseok called out as he bounced from the living room, a plate full of hamburgers stacked on his palm. "Why do you both look like you just ran a marathon?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Taehyung monotonously deadpanned as he strode towards the table, snatching the churro from Jungkook's hand and devouring it in one gulp. The latter's brows furrowed together as he gave him a look of confusion.
"I was being pursued, then I bumped into her," the black-haired man said, ignoring the younger one's intense stare. Clarity nodded quickly in agreement.
"Senyu?" Hoseok asked.
"No. Just a small fry."
As the two exchanged information, Jungkook's gaze were glued on to the girl from across the room, his doe-like eyes scrutinizing her like she was a foreign object.
Finally unable to handle the intensity of his gaze, she marched up and held out her hand for a friendly handshake.
"You must be Jungkook, right? I've heard a lot about you from Seokjin." She smiled warmly. "My name is Clarity, and I'm his personal Secretary. Hope we get along."
In response to her greeting, however, the youngest slowly scooted back in his chair, enlarging the distance between them. His eyes, wary like a deer in the headlights, never left her as he scooped up his churros cautiously. Dumbfounded, Clarity stared as the man hastened his steps up the stairs, not forgetting to shoot her a warning glare before slamming the door to his room.
She eyed Taehyung for an explanation, but the latter only shrugged as he also headed upstairs, leaving her alone in utter conclusion.
"Please don't mind Taehyung, it's past his bedtime so he's grumpy." Hoseok winked jokingly from behind. Then in a not-so-jokingly way, he shrugged a smile. "Also, please don't mind Jungkook, he's gynophobic."
Clarity blinked twice, unable to believe her ears.
