[CONTENTID1]Expression[/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]Not My Intention[/CONTENTID2]

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“Do I look okay jagiya? Do you think I’ll blend in at the party? Do I look weird?”

Jung kook was getting ready for the ‘so-called’ teaching agency dinner party.

“Yeah. You look as weird as… yourself.”

“Jagiya! I’m being serious here.”

“So am I.” I muttered. I’m pretty sure Jung kook heard it, and I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing.

“Jagiya… can you… help me with my tie a bit?” Jung kook asked as he fidgeted with his tie. Little did he know he was making it worse… just a bit. I walked in front of him as I helped him with his tie. His eyes laid on my face as I tried to avoid it. The only time I looked up was when he caught my attention as he leaned in before placing his lips on mine. I broke the kiss and wiped off the obscure dust on his shoulders as I observed the tie I fixed – very much miraculously. I smiled at his figure and gave him a small peck on the cheek- then lips, before neatening out a bit of his hair.

“You look very handsome Oppa.”

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Jung kook POV

There I was. Standing next to Myung Hee being introduced to her fellow peers, unfortunately.

“This is my grand student, Jung kook. Jung kook, this is An Aei-Young.” Myung Hee acquainted us, as I put on the smile on my face. Not that I was faking it, I was glad to meet her. I just wished Dae Eun was here.

“Nice to meet you. Myung Hee talks about you a lot Jung kook.”

“Unnie~!”

I really didn’t want to be here. Dae Eun… why can’t you be here?

“I’m just gonna go get a drink.” Myung Hee excused herself and left me with Aei-Young.

“So Jung kook, how are you holding up here in France?”

“Yeah, it’s great. Loving the foods too.”

“Ha. Yeah, there a good treat. How’s class?”

“Ne?”

“How’s Myung Hee?”

“I don’t…”

“Do you like her? I mean, I’ve seen how you have been a bit quiet around her and everything.”

“No. No. No… I don’t…”

“Then… why did I see you two at the museum a few weeks ago?”

“She said it was an excursion.”

“More like a date.”

“Ne?”

“She likes you. You two look great together.”

“I have a…”

“Jung kook!”

I turned my head to meet the owner of the voice and to my demise, it was Myung Hee. She was walking towards us, and as her pace of steps came closer, she was bumped into me after a bloke accidentally came into a small collision. Not that I had any choice, but her palms were placed onto my chest as support to not letting her fall.

“Thank you… for catching me.” What? You f