“I gave them your contact number, so they might call you anytime soon,” Namjoon says. “Be sure to be alert and don’t lose this chance.”

“Yeah I will. Thanks,” Jungkook nods happily, his smile big on his face.

“You’re different,” the older man says. “Did something good happen?”

Jungkook breathes and smiles a little. “Well, yeah, like I finally got a job to do.”

He wants to tell Namjoon that he’s currently in a relationship with a girl that he first met outside of a bar, that she’s a big eater and she feels the happiest when food is around her and she could probably compete with Seokjin, that she possesses multiple talents including singing and drawing and playing guitar and piano and she dances like a silly person -a cute silly person -when she’s excited over something random, that she hums a hell lot when she’s thinking.

Jungkook wants to tell his friend every single thing about Chaeyoung, but ‘every single thing’ also includes that this whole thing happening between him and her is just an act. The relationship is fake. She is his fake girlfriend, and he’s her fake boyfriend. This fake relationship is undoubtedly a win-win situation for both and it’s the reason why they’d agreed on it, to help each other out. She won’t look like a loser in front of her ex. Jungkook got to save himself from getting kicked out of his home. This whole thing will also come to an end in a couple of weeks. Jungkook figures that he can’t tell Namjoon anything at all.

“Are you still living alone?” Namjoon asks and Jungkook simply nods his head. The older male furrows his brows at him. “Why don’t you find a roommate?”

Jungkook sighs. “I did put up advertisements. But apparently no one is in need of a place to live yet.”

Namjoon makes a thinking face and Jungkook immediately knows what the man has in his mind. “I’ll survive for the time being. Besides, I’m getting jobs these days, aren’t I? Don’t worry about it.”

Just then, his phone vibrates in his pocket.

“We have a family gathering tonight. You can come, you know,” Namjoon says while he reads the message over and over.

Jungkook chuckles. “I have somewhere else I need to be tonight. Thanks.”

“Work?”

Chaeyoung hired him to be her fake boyfriend, so technically, yes, it’s related to work. But he honestly doesn’t think of it as a job.

“Yeah, work.”

*

After dinner, Chaeyoung sits beside Jungkook on the long couch after agreeing to watch a movie together. They settle for an old movie that she has actually watched, something he has wanted to watch but never got to; 500 Days of Summer.

Chaeyoung has spent at least thirteen times watching this movie in the past. It’s probably just a few weeks ago, she spends her night watching the same movie. She knows the flow well, even up to the point that she aces the timing of each of her favorite line, mouthing everything perfectly.

At the end of the movie, Chaeyoung sighs and pushes her lips into a pout. She remembers the first three times watching it, she’d cried. First, with Jennie and Lisa. Second, with Taehyung. Third alone. As she turns her head towards Jungkook, her eyes widen at him as he uses his forefinger to push his tears off the corners of his eyes.

“Are you crying?” she asks.

“You think?” he chuckles and sniffs, and Chaeyoung can’t help the threatening smile on her face. “Why did we have to watch this movie?”

Chaeyoung doesn’t know why she chose that movie, to be exact. She has so many options to choose from, yet that’s the movie she picked to watch with Jungkook. “I don’t know,” she says with a shrug.

“Is it because it’s relatable in some ways?”

Her head whips towards him and she stares at him for a moment. “I guess,” she softly says.

There’s silence, then. Chaeyoung continues to stare at the black screen. Her favorite quotes swirl in her brain for a moment, and like how it has always been, her memories with Chanyeol surfaces. Perhaps, it is true, that she keeps coming back to the movie, because she feels a strong connection to it.

“What is he like?”

Chaeyoung’s eyes blink and she looks at Jungkook. “Huh?”

He’s looking down at his own fingers. “What is he like?” he repeats, and he lifts his head to look at her. “That charcoal dude.”

Where to begin? She questions herself. Slowly, Chaeyoung brings her legs up, folding them as she rests her clasped hands on both her knees in front of her. She opens to start, but then closes it again, narrowing her eyes at him. “Didn’t you say that you don’t care about him?”

Jungkook’s brows quirk. “I need to know a few things about him.”

“For what?” She feels herself starting to grin for no reason. Whatever Jungkook decides to reply her with, she knows for sure that they’re going to paint her face with a smile that will surely have a hard time to leave her face.

“Oh, you know. Like, I need to know the things that he hates to see people do so maybe I can do it in front of him during the wedding.”

Chaeyoung chuckles.

“Can he stand someone who picks nose in public? If he can’t, maybe I’ll pick my nose while talking to him. Maybe I can even flick the booger at him.”

“What?” Chaeyoung exhales, trying so hard to suppress her laughter.

“Subtly, but I’ll make sure it hits him anywhere you want it to be. Square on the face? I can do that.”

Her laughter explodes. “You’re so ridiculous,” she says breathlessly before things are silent again between them. Chaeyoung inhales deeply, drawing out her breath long. “Chanyeol is…” a small smile pulls at her lips. “Chanyeol is perfect.”

She hears Jungkook scoffs on her side.

“He was kind, probably the nicest man on earth. No, scratch that. The nicest in the whole universe. He never disagreed with what I said. Very sweet. Like, I’m serious, he was very, very sweet. He did a lot of sweet things for me.”

“Like?”