The JEON JUNGKOOK § CHAINSMOKERS

CHAPTER -VIII

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❁ Over the next few days, Sitashree was ❀
practically glowing. Her mood was unshakeable, as if she were walking on air. She hummed tunes under her breath while making rounds, her feet light as she moved through the bustling corridors of the hospital. She couldn't help but dance lightly between tasks, her body swaying to an invisible rhythm only she could hear.

❀Her colleagues, noticing the change,❀
raised amused eyebrows as they passed by her. "What's gotten into you, Dr. Sitashree?" one of them asked, grinning. "You seem extra cheerful today."

❀She chuckled, brushing off the question❀
with a playful shake of her head. "Nothing, just a little too much caffeine," she replied, trying to mask her inner excitement with a casual grin.

But it was clear to everyone that her joy went deeper than just a caffeine boost. Her eyes sparkled with an energy that was impossible to miss, and her laughter had a lightness to it that made even the hardest of days seem a little brighter.

"You're definitely in a good mood," another colleague teased, nudging her gently as they walked down the hallway.

Sita just smiled, her thoughts drifting back to the concert, to Jungkook, and the unexpected encounter. She couldn't shake the memory of his gaze or the way his fingers had brushed against hers. It felt surreal, like a dream she couldn't wake up from.

"No reason at all," she said with a playful wink, though her heart fluttered with the thought of the mysterious man who had so effortlessly captured her attention.

Her colleagues laughed and exchanged knowing glances, but Sita just continued her work, her smile never faltering, as she danced through her day in her own little world.

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In his lavish apartment, Jungkook carefully placed the miniature Radha Krishna statue on his shelf. It caught the light perfectly, its delicate craftsmanship standing out among the other items. He couldn't help but admire it for a moment, a faint smile playing on his lips as he thought about the woman who had given it to him.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Taehyung suddenly barged into the room, full of his usual energy. "Jungkook! You won't believe the crazy fans outside today!" he said in rapid Korean, his voice full of excitement.

"태형, 진정해. 나중에 얘기해." (Taehyung, calm down. We'll talk later.) Jungkook replied, his eyes still on the small gift, the smile never leaving his face.

Taehyung noticed the statue on the shelf and tilted his head, his curiosity piqued. "그거 뭐야? 그 작은 상?" (What's that? The little statue?)

Jungkook smirked, turning away from the shelf as he leaned back on his couch. "그냥 선물 받았어." (Just a gift I received.) His voice was casual, but there was something in his eyes that betrayed his interest.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "누가 줬어?" (Who gave it to you?)

Jungkook sighed, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "그냥... 한 팬." (Just... a fan.) His tone was mysterious, as he hummed a melody under his breath.

Taehyung, still looking at the statue, couldn't help but laugh. "너 진짜 왜 이렇게 로맨틱해?" (Why are you so romantic, man?) He chuckled, his confusion obvious as he tried to understand his friend's sudden interest in a gift like that.

Jungkook leaned back, letting out a deep breath as he sang softly, the words of his romantic song flowing through the room. "너만 있으면... 난 세상을 다 가진 것 같아." (When I'm with you... it feels like I've conquered the world.)

Taehyung stopped laughing, blinking in confusion as he processed the words. "뭐? 그게 무슨 뜻이야? 노래야?" (What? What does that mean? Is it a song?)

Jungkook didn't answer immediately, his eyes still on the gift as if deep in thought. "그냥 노래야." (Just a song.)

Taehyung stared at him for a moment, raising both eyebrows. "너 진짜... 로맨틱하네." (You really are... romantic.) He shook his head with a grin, still not entirely understanding the situation but clearly amused by his friend's unusual mood.

Jungkook simply smiled, his thoughts drifting back to the woman in the saree. Something about her was lingering in his mind, and he couldn't quite shake the feeling that this encounter was only the beginning.

Jungkook sat back on his couch, his eyes glued to his phone screen as he scrolled through the photos taken at the fan meet. The images flashed by, his fans' faces full of excitement and joy, but one photo in particular caught his eye. He stopped and zoomed in, a soft smile creeping onto his face as he looked at the picture of her-Sita Shree. His finger hovered over the screen as he whispered in Korean, "Shree... Shree... 어디에 있니?" (Shree... Shree... where are you?)

His heart raced as he took in the sight of her face in the picture. Her eyes sparkled with a warmth he hadn't seen in a long time, and the way she smiled made him want to reach out to her. As he scrolled through, his thumb stopped on another picture-the one where he was holding her hand. His gaze softened as he zoomed in, his thumb tracing over the image.

At that moment, Taehyung jumped beside him, making Jungkook flinch in surprise. "Hyung!" Jungkook exclaimed, his heart pounding in his chest as he quickly turned his phone away.

Taehyung, laughing, leaned in to see the screen. "Bro, what's this? Indian woman, huh?" He blew a whistle, clearly impressed. "She's sexy, man."

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed, though the smile never left his face. "Shut up, Tae," he muttered, his eyes flicking back to the picture of Sita.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, his eyes lingering on the screen. "Bro, you even kissed her hand?" He chuckled, clearly amused. "You couldn't resist, huh?"

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, trying to act nonchalant, but his smile betrayed him. "I couldn't." He shrugged, his tone casual, though deep down, he knew there was something more to this encounter. Something about her. Something he couldn't quite put into words.

Taehyung smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, if she's as hot as she looks... I get it."

Jungkook, still lost in thought, simply nodded. His mind wandered back to that moment when he kissed her hand, the way she had reacted, her warmth still lingering on his fingers. He wasn't sure what was pulling him in, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to see her again.