It was dinner and every time I and Mr. Kang made eye contact we blushed and tried not to laugh.
We were currently waiting for Jungkook's father. Jungkook had his dinner sent upstairs a few minutes ago, and Mrs. jeon was talking about a new male model who had joined recently was sending waves all over Korea.
Of course, I knew it was Jimin by the way she described the ad.
I was a bit invested since I knew my best friend was taking part in the conversation.
Mr. Kang made some comments about how he was adjusting to his new workplace and the way he worded things intrigued me.
Just then I got a bunch of notifications from my mother,
'How are things in Seoul?'
'You're studying hard right?'
I didn't know how to respond so I didn't.
"Aigo~ Y/n dear you've barely eaten anything. You should eat more," she used her chopsticks to get me some meat, after putting it in my rice bowl she looked at me expectingly.
"ah, thank you," I said before stuffing it in my mouth.
"This tastes delicious," I claimed after swallowing it. But something didn't sit right with me, it was like this feeling I was shoving deep under was coming out again.
Jungkook came from down the stairs and all the sudden I knew it was,
I had still like him. I never stopped liking him. And I never got to tell him. I started chewing on my chicken more aggressively like I was being starved for days.
"Y/n dear, are you alright?" Mrs. Jeon asked me and I quickly swallowed the meat smiling.
a few hours later I left sneaking it my dorm. I unlocked my phone because suddenly my phone could recognize me again. I texted Jungkook.
'hey'
'what do you want?'
'can tell you something?'
'sure,'
'I like you, like a lot.'
'great, me too,'
'no,'
'you don't want me to like you back?'
'no, It's just I like you more than a friend'
'...'
'...'
'...'
*you were left on read.*
Jeon Jungkook you asshole!