Jeon Jung Kook
The room was dark, with only a faint yellow light. I've been sitting there for a long time, my phone in my hand, and the last message hasn't been answered. The door opens. JungKook walks in, his face tired. But this time, I don't have the patience anymore. "Where did you go all day?" Her voice is no longer as light as usual. He sighed, put down the bag: "He worked. I know." "Work so hard that you can't answer a message?" He frowned: "Can you stop starting? I just came back, I'm very tired." That sentence seemed to light a fire. "I'm tired all the time! What about you? I've been waiting for you all day!" "Are you making me wait?" The air seemed to freeze. I was stunned, my eyes were red: "... What did you just say?" He also realized that he had missed his words, but the ego kept him silent. She smiled faintly, her voice trembling: "Yes, that's right... What are you to care about?" "I didn't mean that—" "So what do you mean?!" This time, her voice almost broke. "I just need you a little... a message, an inquiry... Is it so difficult? " .........
About Jeon Jung Kook
The room was dark, with only a faint yellow light. I've been sitting there for a long time, my phone in my hand, and the last message hasn't been answered. The door opens. JungKook walks in, his face tired. But this time, I don't have the patience anymore. "Where did you go all day?" Her voice is no longer as light as usual. He sighed, put...Read more