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I couldn't control my laughter when Jin stepped out of his room wearing a full suit, his hair slicked back and an apprehensive smile on his face. Jin didn't even make this much effort when his parents came to visit him. He was the one member of the group who seemed to care a lot less about sex; to him, his hand was good enough most of the time to satisfy his needs.

Instead, what he really missed was female energy. He missed having someone to balance out out the testosterone-heavy environment which mainly involved Jungkook being chaotic.

"Looking suave," I joked to him, and he simply rolled his eyes and gestured for me to do his tie.

He gulped slightly when I fitted the mic to him, making sure that it was hidden. This was protocol for whenever Jin went on one of the dates as it gave us members the best look into her character. More often than not it would be a boring conversation that most of us would stop listening to within minutes, but I felt myself feeling unusually excited just to hear [Y/N]'s voice again. It was like I craved to learn more about her.

After checking himself out another four time in the mirror, Jin finally left and I felt anticipation bubbling inside my stomach. I really need to find a new hobby, I thought to myself as I scolded myself on how ridiculous my actions were becoming.

After an hour or so the microphone crackled to life, and the sound of Jin's voice filled my headphones.

"[Y/N]! How nice to finally meet you! I hope you like steak," I wanted to laugh at this already, wondering how Jin could be so effortlessly awkward and confident at the same time.

"Steak sounds amazing," her voice caught me off guard, and I found myself gulping, "This place is amazing, how did you book all of it?"

The very fact that she questioned this showed a certain degree of humility.

"I own it," Jin replied, and I could hear her stifle a choke. She was clearly very unaccustomed to the world she was being thrown into.

They began to engage in small talk which I would usually tune out of, but there was something so engaging in the way she spoke. The infliction of her voice, the way she would start speaking faster when it was something she was passionate about.

"What's happened to you that you're applying to this job? It isn't usually a job most people actively want," Jin asked, and I found myself taking a sharp breath.

For a while I had been so lost in their conversation that I had forgotten the very reason behind their meeting. There was something saddening about the fact that Jin was bringing me back to reality.

"I came to Seoul a year ago hoping to start my own publishing company, but realised soon that starting a company isn't something that one person with a limited amount of money can really do," she replied.

So she's smart as well, I found myself thinking.

"Why Seoul?" I vaguely heard Jin ask.

"I came here with my school when I was sixteen and fell in love with the city, and now four years later I'm still madly in love with it despite all the hardship I've faced here," there is something in her voice which sounds choked up, almost like she couldn't quite control the emotions she was experiencing just talking about the city.

"Do you ever miss home?"

"All the time, but Seoul is my home now, and I'll do anything to stay here. Anything."

That word was oddly haunting. The way she said it fully cemented me back in the present. She wasn't doing this job because she wanted to, she was doing it to survive. And we were exploiting that to an extent.

I felt like a thirteen year old, but I felt like I already knew [Y/N]. And I unashamedly felt like there was some invisible connection between us. I was almost jealous of the fact that Jin had gotten to know her so well, had gotten to hear her laugh in person, had gotten to watch the way her hands moved when she told stories.

"I think I'm falling in love with someone I don't know," I whispered to myself, setting the headphones down slowly.

That realisation hit like a ton of bricks. But then it turned to despair.

Because falling in love with a girl who you are definitely not supposed to can only end badly. Especially when you're supposed to share her with your best friends.

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