Jungkook: Where are you going?
Yeoju: I have plans. And didn’t you say not to talk to each other at work?
Jungkook: I heard everything. But how could I just let you go? Isn’t that right?
Yeoju: Then what about you?!
You’ve done worse, you know?! I...!
Just as I was about to raise my voice at Jungkook while on the verge of tears,
Taehyung must’ve seen me being held back by him from afar.
He rushed over and asked if I was okay.
Taehyung: Yeoju! Are you alright? What’s going on?
Yeoju: Ah... I’m fine. Let’s go eat lunch.
Jungkook: Excuse me, can’t you see I’m talking to her?
Ugh… my head hurts. Why is he acting like this now?
Seriously, what a jerk.
Is it always "I can do it, but you can’t"?
Jungkook seemed genuinely annoyed, and I couldn’t help but notice it.
Because with him, I’m always the one on the losing end.
Taehyung: I asked her first. You can talk to her later.
I worked really hard to get this lunch with her—
I’m not about to give it up now, right?
We’ll be going. Every second is precious to me.
He gently grabbed my wrist so it wouldn't hurt and led me out.
The look on Jungkook’s face was... honestly priceless.
This was the moment the silent war between Taehyung and Jungkook began.
The place Taehyung took me to was a small pasta restaurant.
To be honest, Jungkook still lingered in my mind.
Saying he didn’t would be a lie.
But for Taehyung, who brought me here,
I wanted to forget—at least for a moment—
the pain Jungkook had caused me.
Taehyung: Is there anything you’d like to eat?
Yeoju: Hmm... I’ll have carbonara! You should order too.
Taehyung: Then I’ll have the same.
After we ordered, a short silence fell between us.
Well, we did just meet yesterday, and it wasn’t exactly under the best circumstances.
I must’ve seemed a little awkward, so Taehyung tried to lighten the mood.
Taehyung: What kind of things do you like, Yeoju?
Yeoju: Like... what kind?
Taehyung: Hobbies. What kind of hobbies do you enjoy?
Yeoju: I like watching movies and listening to music.
Taehyung: Then we should watch a movie together sometime.
Yeoju: Wha—?!
Taehyung: Oh, did I go too far? Sorry!
Here, use this napkin.
Yeoju: No, it’s okay. Thank you.
I was so surprised I spat out my water.
Taehyung, as if it were nothing, handed me a napkin.
Just then, the carbonara we ordered arrived.
We said “Let’s eat!” and dug in.
I don’t really care about eating pretty,
so I probably looked like I was slurping noodles with chopsticks.
Maybe I looked funny—he stopped eating and just stared at me.
Yeoju: ...Why?
Taehyung: I like how you eat. You look happy doing it.
Yeoju: I do eat a lot, don’t I?
Taehyung: Haha, you got some on your face.
And then... he reached out and wiped the corner of my lips with his fingers.
It was hard to get used to.
But I pretended not to notice.
Even in this moment...
Why is Jungkook the one who keeps coming to mind?
Yeoju: Thank you, Taehyung.
Taehyung: Don’t mention it. Eat slowly, or you might get a stomachache.
As he said that, I felt a flutter—but only for a moment.
What if the person sitting in front of me right now… was Jungkook?
Is he eating lunch right now?
As I spaced out, staring blankly and thinking about him—
the door of the pasta shop opened...
See you in Part 5! :)