Jungkook walked over to the man in long black overcoat and hat. Who could it be? He looked pretty suspicious through.

"Ye Sir, is there something you need help for?"

The man shooted his visions at him. "Actually I'm looking for the owner of this house. She isn't at home I guess."

"Eomma must have gone to Yeona's School." Thought Jungkook.

"Ah well I'm her son. So you can tell me whatever you want to if it's that important." Jungkook exposed confidently.

The weird personalily grinned. "Can we sit and talk?"

"Arasso please come." Jungkook pushed open the door knob and welcomed the unknown guest.

The man perched onto a couch and crossed his leg over the other. "Can I get a glass of water?"

"Sure." Jungkook came up with a glass and handed it over to the other male.

He drained the liquid down his oesophagus and heaved a sigh.

"I'm from Gwancheon bank. I have come to inform you about the changes in the rate of interest. It has been increased by 3%."

"3%? Straight ahead? But isn't that too quick?" The lad seemed vexed which was quite expected.

"Ani. It has been decided by the board authorities. We can't do anything."

"But an abrupt inflate in the amount of installments that too as high as 3%  doesn't seem to be a gentleman's game."

"We know that yet we can't help it. However the gave our little best and it has been intended that the tranche would remain the same until the end of this month. The rate will be swelling from the following month."

"Hmm, I got it all."

"Good. For any queries you can always call our manager. I shall leave now." The bank employee stood normal to his feet and went out. Jungkook sat there earnestly brooding over the massive change after the departure of the troublemaker.

Two minutes passed by. Mrs. Jeon barged into the house alongside Yeona. Jungkook threw an oblique glance as his brain was still working over the banker's notice.

"We are home. Jungkook when did you get back?" The older lady pronounced, keeping away the packs of grocery items on the kitchen table.

"Eomma a person was here a few minutes back. He...."

"I know. It was a bank personnel right? I met him outside. He said that he made you clear with the new regulations. So first tell me what he told you about he changes." She said, pulling out the eggs, milk, breadcrumps, etc. and such other items.

"Eomma I'm starving. Give me something to eat before you start other businesses." Yeona exposed as her lips grew a mountain curve.

"Go get changed. I'lll get you some pudding." Mrs. Jeon walked over to the washer. Jungkook strolled into the kitchenette.

"Well he said that it's been enlarged by 3% and we've to grow the payments from next month." Said Jungkook while examining a fresh apple from the paper bags.

"Mmm looks like I need to reframe our budgets. I'll See to it. Where were you all these while?" Jungkook's mom asked, her hands were busy filling in the vegetables into the freezer.

Jungkook's grey matter refined what his actual motive was. He experimented something in his cerebrum and split up," Eomma, I've been hired for a pop contest. I'll be performing in the finals!"

"Which competition ?" She wanted to know casually placing the jars of jams and mayonnaise in the fridge.

"Streetdancers' Trophy 2017." Jungkook took a bite of the fruit that he was holding.

"Hmm are you hoping to get the first place?"

"I'll try anyways. Rest is in the hands of my luck."

Mrs. Jean swirled on her toes to face the boy. "Never be dependent on your luck cuz it's you who will turn the wheel." Then she glided outside the kitchen.

Jungkook's body stiffened there as his mind was busy processing his mother's words. The exposed flesh of the bitten apple turned brown with time.

In bed at night, Jungkook's lids didn't slam. They were indifferently gazing in front not onto anything specifically. His chaotic upper skull was making him hard-pressed to reckon about finding a convenient arena for dummy running his rehearsals.

His lips smacked in disappointment when out of the blue something hit his mind. Namjoon lives single in his suite and as he said he has a studio in his flat too. May be he could be of some help?

Jungkook grabbed his phone and dialed his contact. The ringing notes vibrated in his eardrum and a few seconds later he picked it.

"Yeoboseyo?"

"Its me Jungkook here."

"Oh sorry I almost forgot to save your number.Good thing that you called."

"Oh well hyung would you mind if I come to your place for my practices tomorrow?"

"Is that even a thing to seek permision for? Undoubtedly yes. My doors are always open for you."

"Oh hyung you saved me. I don't have words to thank you. Mannayo!Good night!"

"Good night."

On dismissing the call, Jungkook's lungs freed themselves from a heavy load. He drowned into a deep slumber.

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Here's the next part. Enjoy. Happy reading. I purple you and obviously I love you INFINITE! See ya. Stay tuned until next time. ^^♥️