warsk:
He hadn’t thought twice about the word, just like he had thought much about coming to her place twice in one week.
He catches a glance of her from where he is, watching her face fold in on itself. It had been her face that had caught his attention from the beginning after all, and right now – seeing her scowl so transparently was enough to highlight the week.
“Good girl… sure.” He snorts, lingering on the first word a little too long with skepticism. “And what exactly has kept miss good girl so busy at school then? I am just desperately dying to hear of your educational adventures.”
Some people spoke with too much care, and others with too little. Some people talked too much and others not at all. If there was anything that he knew about humans, it was that they rarely said what they were thinking, and Jungah was just the same. Rather, it was all the things that was missing in her speech that were louder. Like how he had noticed she rarely said his name in conversation (or in bed, in that matter). Whether that was just habit of nature or to keep him out of mind and sight, he wasn’t sure.
He makes himself at home on her couch, as if his own.
“Do you want to know what I do?”
He asks because he already knows she doesn’t, while at the same time wanting to. Maybe he was tired of concealing, ready to stop running, or knew that nothing much would change in their relationship what he did outside of whatever this was for them. If he had been more careful in hiding everything and anything about himself in their relationship till date, visiting her on Saturday had been his first mistake.
Jungh’s fingers slipped over the chest of the form, smiling at her own choice of words. “Mhm, I’m always a good girl. My record is clean.”
(This wasn’t a lie—there was no concrete evidence for any particular crime that could be pinned on her. The record was still there, though. She liked the idea of people having her name on their tongue in the prescient office.)
With her chin resting against the form’s shoulder, humming to herself happily. She loved to talk about herself, and at least with Juwon she could do it a little more than with others. Just a little. Maybe enough to earn that friend title he was talking about.
Maybe.
“The other forms have some projects on them for school. I take my work seriously. There are some design courses, etcetera, but, mostly it’s just projects anymore.” She pushed herself away from the form and stood in front of it, partially admiring her own handiwork and partially finding things she could fix. “If I did, it would make this whole request of yours easier to deal with.” Now, she crossed her arms over her own chest, turning to him and staring Juwon down. She knew his measurements and how his body moved (take that however you’d like), but knowing what he needed the material for in that specific style would help with the construction.
Prying? No. It was just to do her job properly. It wasn’t that she cared about him, about what he did, about what he would do that would require anything like this.
But, it was maybe that she feared it’d make him an enemy.