I love Jiwoo, but her ability to talk for hours on end can be tiresome, particularly when all I can think about is going home to my bed. "..I just don't know if I want the white flowers or the pink ones, I feel like white is too, like, basic, but then pink might be too girly?" I had to stop myself from yawning as she spoke about wedding flowers. She only got engaged a week ago. "Maybe go with another colour then? Blue or yellow might look cute?" I suggested. Getting married has never personally interested me, I have always failed to understand the appeal of being legally bound to someone else. "I don't know, blue might look cute but I'm thinking of having sage green bridesmaids' dresses.." I looked at Jiwoo in confusion as her eyes wandered elsewhere, failing to finish whatever she was saying. "Isn't that the tattooed guy you showed me? The one you spend hours on stalking online?" she questioned, her eyes following something around the room.
My own eyes widened, seeing him here. With who I recognised to be his friends. Dressed somewhat smart, in black jeans followed by a matching black, what seemed to be silk, shirt and black suit shoes, his friends wearing something seemingly similar. My eyes followed the seven figures as they sat down in a booth, not so far away from where myself and Jiwoo were sat, still in plain sight for me to see. I have never seen him with his arms covered, as he often flaunts his inked skin for all to see. Not tonight though.
"Wow, Aerin. Badboy. Didn't know that was your type." I averted my eyes back to Jiwoo and laughed slightly. "Badboy? Far from it. You should see the way he acts around his puppy" I shook my head in denial at Jiwoo, who seemed rather amused. "Whatever you say. They look like they're part of the mafia or something" she observed, eyeing Jungkook and his friends up as they were visibly calling over a waitress. "Okay stop staring at them, one of them is going to notice" I pleaded with her. Much to my benefit, she surprisingly diverted her attention back to me, complemented with a smug look. I knew I would eventually regret telling somebody about my Friday night fanatics, but what are the chances of me seeing Jungkook outside of the daycare center when we live in a city with a population of nearly 10 million.
"Don't look back at them please, you have to remember I see this man nearly every day. I can't stand the thought of him asking me on Monday morning why my strange friend was staring at him" I quietly warned Jiwoo, uncertain of whether she will actually do as I say. She rolled her eyes at me before talking, a common feature that never fails to go unnoticed by me. "Fine. but just so you know, you're ruining my fun."
The night continued to go smoothly, with Jiwoo behaving and refraining from turning her head a full 180 degrees to catch a glimpse of my new interest. I, on the other hand, found myself being unable to look anywhere but his direction. I'm fairly certain he, or his friends had noticed by this point, but after a few glasses of wine, I couldn't find any reason to care, not that I was looking for one. "You are such a hypocrite. Telling me not to look at him but you've been staring at him for two hours" Jiwoo complained, matching her frustration with actions as she slammed her glass onto the table.
Would it make me a hypocrite if i admitted that the sole reason I was buying constant rounds of drinks was to spend more time staring at him? As a lawyer, if felt slightly against my morals. Is this creepy?
