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“This. Never. Happened,” you decree. Knowing him, you surely didn’t want him babbling about this indecent incident.

Smirking at you, he nods. “Never happened.” He gestures with a zipping of lips in agreement.

Right that moment, you wish he’d really stick to his words for once. With a smile, you go but before you could fully leave the room, he adds, “Call me if you need someone to pick you up, baby doll. It’s not safe for you to come home too late.”

You let out soft giggles at his sudden consideration.

“Thanks, but I can handle myself, Prince Charming.” With a smile, you step out, closing the door.

***

One evening at the cafe . . .

You’re shifting uncontrollably at tonight’s atmosphere. If only Namjoon didn’t come up with the idea of having a band session after the cafe’s open hours, you won’t be so twitchy about the setup.

As they settle on the small platform inside the cafe, the crowd gives one big cheer while you lean on the counter, watching from afar.

The month-end performance ends in a blink of an eye, crowd cheering and swooning for the band. Then and there, they give out charismatic remarks as they close in the store, bidding each customer a lovely night ahead.

Eyes roaming around, you see Namjoon busy mopping the last spot of the cafe the same time Taehyung meddles with Jungkook’s work on the counter.

A looming argument lurks between the boys when a phone call interrupts, making the maknae excuse himself to answer.

“Hyung! Noona!” Jungkook chirps, doe eyes gleaming. “The university dean informed me that I was chosen to represent the Taekwondo team in the annual competition!”

“The competition is still weeks away but he told me I need to train more for it. So he decided to send me to Busan this weekend and train until the day of the competition itself.”

With wide eyes, Taehyung exclaimed, “What? But that’s still three weeks’ time?!”

And Jungkook just nods lifelessly. “I know.” Then he shifts his Bambi eyes at you apologetically, “I guess I’ll be gone for a while, noona. Will the cafe be okay without me?”

***

Sitting beside you, Nabi suddenly jumps to sleep on your lap, drawing your attention. “You look good together,” she blurts out.

“What?”

Nabi then gives you that look, brows raised as if she knows you get what she’s saying.

“Jungkook?” you guess.