She admits that the set is a bit lonely without him, though she somehow cannot find it in herself to drink from the bottle of champagne. It sits on the kitchen counter for days, almost as though it were taunting her—before she groans, finally deciding to check into social media (after asking her manager what her password was). She finds herself scrolling through his—and slowly, a soft smile adorns on her face when she sees his a few of his covers.

Catchy, she thinks.

As though his ears were itchy, she gets a notification from an known number.

[Unknown: Hello, it’s Jungkook. Are you free? Let’s go for ice-cream.]

Thin brows arch closely together before she responds,

[Chaeyoung: How did you get my number?]

[Chaeyoung: It’s winter, Jungkook]

[Chaeyoung: I’m looking at your covers, such a shame you don’t do ballads. I’m not a fan of pop]

The girl puts her phone down, reaching for her script as she begins reciting from it, before the sound of her phone brings her into reality.

[Jungkook: Your manager. He’s too easy to bribe.]

[Jungkook: How about hot chocolate, then?]

[Jungkook: Any song requests?]

Chaeyoung finds herself smiling.

[Chaeyoung: Bridge Over Troubled Water.]

[Chaeyoung: Come over.]