“…hyung. Are you even listening to me?

“What?”

Seokjin looked up from the broom he had been sweeping over the same patch of floor for the past five
minutes and turned his attention toward Jungkook. The kid was frowning at him—though with the slight
pout at his lips, it was more apt to call it ‘sulking’.

“Did you hear what I’ve been saying to you?”

Seokjin mustered an apologetic grin at Jungkook’s offended tone. “No, sorry. I was…preoccupied.”

“Hyung, you’ve been ‘preoccupied’ for days. And you won’t tell me what’s going on.”

Jungkook hopped off the edge of the sofa, choosing to perk down a spot nearer to Seokjin.

“Nah, it’s nothing important.” Jungkook raised his brows disbelievingly. “Seriously, it’s nothing.”

A ‘smack’ marked a neck abruptly slice hitting Seokjin.

“Ya, Jeon Jungkook!”

“There’s another one coming if you don’t talk.”

“Aish, this brat,” Seokjin muttered, rubbing his reddening neck after Jungkook’s superhuman slap.
Seokjin sighed, taking his time before answering. “It’s the movie project. It fell apart.”

“What?” Jungkook sprang back to his feet, eyes widening. “I thought you already signed the contract!”

“I did,” Seokjin