Leah's POV

I felt my phone vibrating. I quickly pulled it out and saw that my mom was calling me.

"Do you mind if I take this?" I asked Jungkook.

"Go ahead," he answered as we stopped by the park.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Leah, are you okay, baby?" my mom asked in her "worried mother" voice.

"Yes, ma'am," I reassured her. "I'm fine. I left a note on the counter."

"I know, but I was just making sure nothing bad happened."

"Mama, I promise I'm okay."

"Alright, but where are you right now?" she asked.

I looked around to see where we were. I recognized the street in the distance that lead to the gift shop, which stood around the corner from the penthouse.

"I'm not far from the penthouse," I told my mom. "I'm at the park."

"Are you with someone?" she pressed on.

I couldn't lie to her. "Yes."

"Who?"

"His name is Jungkook," I said.

There was silence at the other end.

"Mom?" I called her name.

"Sorry, honey," she responded. "But you didn't say anything about going on a date."

"I said I would be spending the day with a friend, mom," I excused. She was right, but I wasn't going to admit it.

"Okay then," she sang-songed. "Just be back by six. We still have to pack."

"Yes, ma'am," I replied. "I promise."

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," I answered. "Bye."

"Is everything okay?" Jungkook asked as I hung up.

"Yeah," I said. "My mom was just checking on me. Can you make sure I get back before six? The penthouse is around the corner."

"Sure," he agreed as we started walking again.

"Thanks."

Jungkook's POV

"'Spending the day with a friend?'" I teased her as I repeated what she told her mother on the phone. "I thought we were on a date."

Her eyebrows furrowed. I guess she felt I was putting her on the spot. "We are," she said, "but we're not dating."

"I'm just kidding," I said as I threw an arm around her.

"Dude," she laughed.

The two of us continued walking on a concrete pathway, hand in hand, our fingers entwined with each other. A few people stared at us, but thankfully there weren't any fans out. I don't think anyone recognized me, but I was still wishing for my face mask.

Face mask. Dorm. Leah's gift! I remembered.

"After we leave," I told Leah, "I need to stop by my dorm. I left something."

"Okay," she nodded.

"And did you say you were staying in a penthouse?" I asked, remembering when and where I needed to drop her off.

She slouched a bit and nodded. Her fingers on her free hand started to dance. "I come from a rich family, you could say," she stated.

"Wow," was all that could come out of my mouth.

"It's really no big deal; but I don't like telling people I'm rich, 'cause I'm scared they'll think I'm prissy brat."

I chuckled at her last sentence, but I sort of understood what she was saying. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I know how you feel," I said as I put my arm around her.

"How?" she asked as her arm hugged my waist.

"Sometimes I will meet someone who is a fan of BTS," I explained, "and I get scared that they might do something crazy, so I don't say I am."

"Understandable," she agreed.