No Pressure
Chapter – 1
Walking alongside the Haeundae beach in Busan, South Korea when it’s chilly outside, in a hoodie and some cargo pants was not one of Naruto’s greatest ideas. But let’s be real here, it’s definitely not the worst she’s done before. Just look at her childhood. That could arguably be summed up as one big dumb idea. Then when she was a teenager, and actually got taught stuff, you’d think she would improve in that department, but no she still made dumb decisions.
Well actually if you ask Naruto she’d say those weren’t dumb decisions but very original ones. And who could argue with that? When Naruto always got shit done. Crazy methods or not. And anyway, she’s keeping people around her on their toes, and it’s better than living a boring life.
She’d tried that when she was younger and still wanted everybody’s attention. Tried doing things how normal people would do them. Tried showing restraint and stop being so weird. But she quickly realized nobody treated her any different from when she was just being herself. So she might as well then.
Be herself, that is.
And she was better for it. It made her happy and in the end she realized that’s all that matters. Not anybody else’s opinion, not anybody else’s suggestions about her personality or choice in outfits, her long hair or her way of talking, walking, speaking. She didn’t care anymore, and it liberated her. She felt so free when she just let it all go. And it was the best feeling ever.
But it didn’t last.
Not because she let anybody get to her again, but because she didn’t. And she wouldn’t hear the end of it. Everywhere around her, people kept talking about her. Everyone and their mother had something to say about her and her life. At first, it was fine because she’s used to ignoring every negative thing people say about her. She’s had her whole life to get used to that. But the problem is that they’re not necessarily negative things they say anymore.
After the war, she just wanted to finally get back home and crash in her bed for maybe 50 hours straight. Just to try to fix that bone deep exhaustion she felt when she was finally done fighting. She didn’t expect there to be so many people back home who now saw her as a hero. It was weird. It was unusual. At first, she didn’t think it was aimed at her. All those adoring eyes, large smiles and reaching hands. Until she realized that, yes, they were aimed at her. And instead of making her feel good- because wasn’t this what she wanted her entire life?- she felt very weird instead.
It took her a while to figure out what it was she was feeling.
She was uncomfortable.
So much so, that she didn’t even want to be seen any more by the public.
These people have never liked her. Have scorned her and hated her when she wasn’t even responsible for anything they kept accusing her of. Years of hatred towards her, and people expect her to be okay with accepting everyone now that she has ‘reached her dream’. Shit like that cannot be erased overnight.
And the funny thing is, with everyone else that would be logical. Accepted even. But she had always been held to a different standard than the rest. And the longer she stayed there, surrounded by all these fake people, the more she kept realizing that these people will never see her. Truly see her. They just assume everything and walk all over her. Make decisions on her behalf like she couldn’t do it herself. They look at her and think they’ve got her figured out, when that’s not the case at all. Most people won’t even know her favorite color. They’d say it’s obviously orange because that’s all she ever wears. They’ll assume without ever asking her, like they know all about her already. But her favorite color is not orange, and they don’t, in fact, know anything at all.
She wanted to scream that she could not get anything other than that color when she was younger. Because these people that glorified her now, were the same people that wouldn’t sell her anything other than the shit nobody else would wear. And overpriced at that. But Naruto is an opportunist if nothing else, and she wore that orange jumpsuit (read monstrosity) with all the pride she could muster. It made people see her even if they didn’t want to. And back then that’s all that mattered to her. Back when she still cared about what they had to say.
Years went by and the treatment didn’t change. It was starting to get on her nerves more and more every day. But the worst hadn’t come yet. No, the worst was finally realizing that it wasn’t just the people that didn’t know her. It was the people she considered her friends that didn’t even know her. Sakura never talked to her about what she would call ‘girl stuff’. Never talked about clothes or nice hairstyles. About cute boys or the future. She only did that with the other girls. The ones she saw as feminine and assuming Naruto wasn't interested. It took her a while to realize because she was so incredibly busy every damn second of the day after the war, but all her so-called friends were like that. Sakura was hanging out with their other friends every time, while she only ever came to Naruto to complain about something or to use her as a test subject. She didn’t care for her. Her other friends were the same. Never coming to her and asking her how she’s doing, but if they needed something, they expected her at their beck and call.
And she couldn’t really blame them for that at first. Not when she was always so desperate for acknowledgement when she was younger. She practically said yes to everyone, because it made her feel special and wanted. It took her years to realize it for what it was. They were just using her. Always have. And get this, they always will too. That realization came in the form of her ‘friends’ berating her for saying no to a random civilian who kept harassing her for an autograph. As if they couldn’t see how it made her feel. Or maybe they could and just didn’t care. It should have probably hurt more than it did. But as it was, all she could feel was relief. It felt like one big weight was lifted off her shoulders.
Because it made her stop and think about everything. Really think. What was she doing here? What was the purpose of living her life so miserably? When was she going to just think about herself for once? She hasn’t even discovered what she likes to do in her free time as a person, and she’s already 20 years old. It just wouldn’t do. She had to get out. Had to leave this place because she realized it’s this place that kept her back all this time. She couldn’t even remember why she was so attached to the village. Why? It never did anything for her, so why?
The answer came from her longest companion. Kurama. He’s been with her since she was born and even though she didn’t know about him until she graduated from the academy, she has always felt him. She thought she was hallucinating and making things up. People who have no one in their life tend to do that. But she learned the truth when that Mizuki bastard shouted the truth in her face. Well, half-truth. She’s not the Kyuubi, after all. She only has him sealed inside of her. But whatever. She knew the truth after that and stopped at nothing to at least create a bond with him. If no one else, then maybe this ‘monster’ inside her would accept her. No one else would anyway, so she’s got nothing to lose really.
It took her a long time. He was bitter, angry, spiteful and incredibly stubborn. But she was stubborn too, and eventually she wore him down. Not enough for him to like her, but enough for him to accept her and tolerate her. He became someone she would ramble to about her feelings because there was no one else she felt would actually listen to her. And that’s what he did. Even though he kept pretending to find it annoying and irritating how she kept coming back, he eventually just accepted her. It wasn’t until after the war that they had a good bond with each other. He became a good friend and even though he would never say it out loud, she knew he valued their friendship just as much as she did.
So when she was having her little existential crisis and felt him calling her into the seal, she didn’t hesitate and went to see him straight away. And how enlightening that had been. He cleared everything up for her. Everything she didn’t notice about her life or chose to ignore. How it wasn’t a coincidence that she ended up seeing those shinobi perform such ‘amazing’ feats back when she was so little. How it was staged, so she could ‘choose’ to become a shinobi of her own free will. Like she ever had a real choice in the matter. As the village weapon, she would never be allowed to become anything other than a ninja. How the Sandaime who she looked up to so much always encouraged her to ‘follow her dreams’ while laying out exactly what her dreams should be. How she was manipulated since the beginning and kept dumb, so she was easily moldable. She had thought the Sandaime (her grandfather figure) had not known about how she was treated at school, about the extra hard tests and the refusal of the teachers to actually teach her. Even if he hadn’t known, it became clear to Naruto that he should have. He should have known about this, and it was weird if he didn’t. So that could only mean one thing. He knew, and he didn’t do anything about it. Maybe even ordered it.
She was so angry. And that anger only kept increasing the more she heard from Kurama. He had never lied to her before. He wouldn’t start now. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do now. How could she keep living among these people? Fight and die for these people when they couldn’t even have the decency to treat her like the human being she was.
She also didn’t understand why Kurama hadn’t told her all of this sooner. If he noticed so much, then why did he never say anything? Well, turns out he tried, and she didn’t want to hear it at the time. Too conditioned to believe in the village and it’s leaders. Too used to not getting answers when she asked for them, so she stopped asking. He had felt she was finally ready to hear the truth, and he was right. But that didn’t mean she suddenly knew what she was going to do. If this entire path was laid out for her, then who was she? Who was she now that she knew of all this? She didn’t know, and she felt an incredible urge to go and discover for herself.
She had to get out. Find herself and likely never return here. But..she couldn’t do that. They would never let her leave. She was being groomed all this time, now she could not leave and stop being a ninja, so she had to figure out another way.
And find another way, she did. She called for a vacation. Claimed she never had any real rest after the war three years ago and doesn’t want to go into the office exhausted without taking some time for herself. It was easy. It was laughable, really. This was probably the first time she was incredibly grateful that none of these people knew her. They had such blind faith in the fact that she would come back, they never even questioned her.
But it worked out fine for her. She packed her bags and made a run for Uzushio. Her mother’s homeland. If there was any place she would be able to find out more about what happened to her mothers home, it would be there.
And find out she did.
Finding a hidden seal under all the rubble on the abandoned island was the first step in the decisions she would be making for her future. In that incredibly big chamber underneath the island, she found everything. Information about what happened years ago. How the other villages worked together to eradicate the Uzumaki clan and worst of all, how Konoha, her village and their allies, never helped. Never sent aid and never did anything to even remember their fallen allies. The village doesn’t teach anyone about Uzushio and how great they were. It’s like they never existed in the first place. It made her so sad. She cried for days about her lost legacy. About what she could have been taught if her mother was still there. How she had missed so much and trusted the wrong people.
Throughout it all, Kurama was there for her. Helping her understand the events better, since he was sealed inside her mother before her. He knew how her mother was treated as an outsider in the village that was supposed to protect her. He told her everything he knew, and in the end she couldn’t shed any more tears. She was so, so angry. But even that emotion felt muted.
She had to learn more about her legacy. She wouldn’t accept anything less.
So she did. She spent nearly an entire month, day in and day out, inside that chamber. Learning everything her clan had documented and preserved. She learned of the beauty of Uzushio and the whirlpools that protected her. She learned about the island and the people living on it. Learned what the Uzumaki were like and how she would have fit in so well if she had just had the chance to meet them. How she wasn’t weird or crazy, and how she had a whole clan of people like her. But not anymore. She didn’t have that anymore, and it was all because of these shinobi. If she hadn’t been sure about never returning to her village again, then she sure would be after learning all of this.
But all this information also taught her something else. She wouldn’t ever be left alone. She wasn’t expecting it either, but she could handle one village. She could probably handle all the villages, to be honest. But the thing was, she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to deal with these crazy people. They would make her out to be the bad guy. Tell her she’s delusional, and she shouldn’t be abandoning her friends like that. And if they realize she couldn’t be brought back, they would spread lies about her, so other villages would send their shinobi after her too. Because a threat in the ninja world could never be allowed to live. Her clan was the biggest example. Even if she was the strongest ninja alive right now -yes, Sasuke wasn’t even close to her power-she still wouldn’t put it past some crazy obsessed and delusional moron to find a way to capture her. She’s not dumb. She won’t let something as stupid as cockiness be her downfall.
She had to get out. As in, out of this entire world. It’s not impossible considering Kaguya kept flinging her in different dimensions. She just had to figure out how to do it. And what better way than her amazing clan’s most known technique? Seals.
She studied like hell. She didn’t think there was ever anything she was more motivated for. She learned every single thing there was to know about sealing and experimented with the easier ones before she got started on the big one that would hopefully remove her from this entire reality. She wanted to go to a world without shinobi.
In the end, it took her three months to come up with a seal array she was confident in and finalize it. It was an incredibly long process, and the shadow clones she sent out under a henge during that time for food and all other necessities reported back about the search parties going out for her. She didn’t have much time left and would need to finish fast. Otherwise, everything would be for nothing.
She packed every single thing inside that chamber into sealing scrolls. She stored them inside the sealing tattoos she had put on her body and sent clones out to buy her anything she might need from this world. Anything that came to mind. Good weapons, durable clothes and of course lots of ramen. She could never be too sure, after all.
While her clones were out there completing the task she set out for them, she sat down to have the dreaded conversation with Kurama. She couldn’t be selfish. She couldn’t just expect him to leave everything and come with her. Unlike her, who doesn’t have anything keeping her here, he still has siblings in this world, and it would be cruel of her to rip that away. But when she got inside the seal, she was met with his unamused expression. He told her flat out that he was not going anywhere but with her. There was no way he would stay here in this cursed world. She couldn’t even get a word in before he shushed her and told her he would never abandon her. There was no way she would leave without him. It made her tear up so much, she jumped on him in a hug.
They would leave together and never look back. She was so excited. She was finally going to be living for herself. Not for anybody else. No more fighting, no more wars and manipulations. No more death and betrayal. She was going to live life to the fullest and try every new little thing she comes across in her new reality. And she wouldn’t ever regret choosing herself.
A couple of hours later and she was ready. She stood in the middle of her enormous sealing array and took a deep breath before she pumped as much chakra into the seal as she could. Hopefully she would land somewhere where they speak the same language as her. She had put it in the seal, but whether it will work or not is a mystery still. Even if she doesn’t then she will just have to figure it out. Like she always does.
Those were the last thoughts she had before finally feeling herself being pulled backwards and loosing consciousness.
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And like that, she ended up here in this world. Where she’s been for the past 12 years. It was amazing. She was happy. She had everything she could ever wish for, and she feels like her life is finally hers. Hers to live, hers to enjoy and hers to experience. That’s why she’s here now, at the beach with a big bag full of fast-food she just purchased. She was planning to walk down the beach and find a nice little place to rest and enjoy her food.
There weren’t many people around. It was pretty chilly this time of year at the beach, and people here in Korea would rather spend their time inside during this weather. She was grateful. This way she could enjoy the scenery better.
She walked past a couple of people and kept walking until she couldn’t see anyone around her anymore. The beach looked to be empty here, and she prepared to sit down to enjoy her delicious smelling food. She looked around one more time and froze when she noticed a figure sitting down about 100 meters from her. At first, she didn’t really mind and thought nothing of it. That was until she saw his expression. He looked like he was completely lost. Like he didn’t know what to do with himself. And Naruto didn’t want to pry, but she also knew very well how that felt. Emotion like that is not easy to deal with. Especially on your own. Sometimes all you need is someone who can lend you their ear. Food is also a great way to cheer someone up. And well, Naruto has never been shy.
So with her mind made up, she approached the figure sitting all alone with his side to her. The closer she got, the more she recognized him. This was not just anybody. That was Jeon Jungkook of BTS. She had definitely heard of them and their music. They were amazing. But Naruto didn’t enjoy knowing too much personal information about a person she didn’t even know personally. It felt like a report. And it reminded her too much of where she came from. She preferred getting to know people themselves. All the images the media in this world creates about people, it just hit too close to home. She didn’t enjoy when it happened to her, so she wouldn’t pry with others either.
All she really knows about him is his name and position in the group. She kind of remembers him being around 24 or 25 years old. He’s still so young, and already she could tell he has a lot of pressure on him. But like mentioned earlier, she doesn’t claim to know anything about him.
This doesn’t mean she doesn’t listen to their music, though. They are amazing and very talented. It’s not going to change the fact that that expression is on his face right now. She could help him with that. She was good at making people relax and enjoy life. After all, she discovered how to do it herself too.
With that, she continued walking up to him quietly and sat next to him with some distance left in between them. He didn’t even acknowledge her. Someone as famous as him not realizing, or worse, not caring that someone is so close to him, kind of worried her. He’s clearly in deep thought.
She rummaged quietly through her bag and pulled out 2 burgers. She stretched her arm out towards him and spoke up, “Do you want a burger? You look like you need one.” He finally looked at her and his eyes widened a bit. She had expected that. After all these years, she is still a shinobi through and through. Even if he hadn’t been lost in thought, he likely would not have noticed her incredibly light footfalls.
He didn’t say anything, though, just kept staring at her. She sat waiting for a response which didn’t come and Naruto had never claimed to be incredibly patient, so she shook her arm and repeated, “Burger?”
After that, it looked like he snapped out of whatever he was thinking about, because he reached out and took the burger with a small bow in her direction. They sat quietly, both eating their respective meal and looking at the sea. It was a comfortable silence.
After she was done with her burger, she took out the rest of the bag’s contents and laid them out in between them, then gestured for him to grab whatever he wanted. “You can eat as much as you like. I know I will.” And she did. Naruto wasn’t the type of person to be embarrassed about her appetite. She knew she looked fine and even if she didn’t, that would be her business and her business alone.
After she devoured her third burger and started sipping on her milkshake, she notices him looking at her with his eyes widened again. His big doe eyes looked even bigger like this. It was almost comical. She raised her eyebrow at him. “What?” she asked. He swallowed his food and looked away. After some seconds, she finally heard him speak, “I’ve never seen a woman eat that much or that fast.”
She was silent for some time before she laughed. He turned back around to look at her. “I enjoy food, so I’ll eat as much as I want. I’ll definitely take that as a compliment!” She said.
He continued looking at her before going back to eating his meal. When they were finished, they stayed sitting in each other's company. After some time, she decided to ask, “Do you want to talk about it?” He looked at her then with a confused expression. “Talk about what?” he asked. “Whatever is bothering you.” She simply replied without taking her eyes off the soft waves of the ocean. “How do you know something is bothering me?” He asked again. “Is it that obvious?”
She finally looked at him and nodded her head. “You look like you got the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
He looked away again and sighed. She didn’t pry further. If he wanted to talk he could talk. If he didn’t then she was fine with that too. A couple of minutes went by in silence and Naruto had closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze through her hair. She could feel him looking at her but didn’t turn to look.
Eventually he started talking. He told her about how he left his home at a young age to pursue his dreams and grew up under a lot of pressure. How he was the youngest of his hyungs and how they basically raised him. He held a lot of love for them because of the amazing people that they were, but they all grew up now, and they’re going their separate ways for a while. How everybody is doing their own thing, and it seemed like an amazing idea at first because they could finally rest and take a break. Do what they want and focus on themselves.
He told her how, now that he has all this free time, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t know what he wants and who he is without the busy schedule. He hates how he cannot do anything for himself without always thinking about the others. About how it will be perceived by the important people in his life, and how he feels trapped because of that. He told her about feeling like he’s already lived 2 full lives and yet hasn't lived at all. How he doesn’t understand how he should move forward now.
It was almost funny how much of herself she saw in him. He feels the same way she used to feel, and she could only be glad that it wasn’t the exact same circumstances as hers had been. Constant manipulation for her entire life. She knows that’s what a lot of idols go through also, but it’s a lot milder than hers had been. She hopes he didn’t have to go through that within his own company, but then again it could come from ‘fans’ too. The people that always have an opinion about another’s life like they have any say in it. He kind of strikes her as a perfectionist. Someone who wants to be the best at whatever he tries. And while there is nothing particularly wrong with that, it should never be the main focus of your life. Otherwise, you will never get any enjoyment out of anything you do.
While listening to his story, she could read between the lines. He’s famous, after all. And she knows a thing or two about being famous. He doesn’t feel like he is free, even now that he has free time, because of his fans. He cares a lot about them, but they still hold him back a lot. That type of comment can only come from someone who has tried and failed to do whatever it is that these fans of him don’t expect of him. Maybe he’s been drinking or partying where his fans could see, and the internet blew up. It’s quite possible. It doesn’t have to have been negative comments for him to feel trapped. If everyone is looking at you so closely then you’re bound to be scared, you eventually do something that the fans are not so happy with.
It's a very fine line he’s constantly walking and it could get very frustrating. No matter how much you love your fans and the people around you. This isn’t just a feeling you can brush away. It will stay and it will build up, and eventually you’ll explode.
By the end of his rant, he was heaving a little bit, and she looked over at him and grinned. “Feeling a bit better?” she said. He took a deep breath and nodded, “A little bit, yeah.” Then he looked at her and said, “Well? What’s your advice?” And Naruto is not Naruto if she doesn’t throw in a little prank to get rid of this somber mood. She schooled her features to look like she was concentrating real hard and leaned in close to his face. He startled and froze, staring at her with widened eyes again. She didn’t pay it any mind, and took her time looking all over his face. She noticed his long fluffy hair and nice eyebrows. His big nose suited his face perfectly. Pretty lips with a cute little mole underneath. He was incredibly handsome. She could see why people would be so obsessed with him. She had thought it would not be the same as when she saw them online, but she actually prefers how he looks now. No makeup and still insanely pretty.
After observing him for some seconds more, just to see him squirm a bit, she looked him in the eyes and said as seriously as she could “Nah, you’re a lost cause.” and leaned back. His eyes widened even more and his jaw dropped open. His expression was so funny, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. He looked so shocked, and his big eyes were comical to see.
After some time, she got herself back together and calmed down a bit. She saw him silently chuckling to himself, and she beamed at him, “There it is, you’ve got a beautiful smile.” She said. And he did, she wouldn’t expect him to transform this much with just one smile. It made him look more alive, younger and definitely cuter. Whereas before he was this hot guy, now he looks endearing. Still hot, of course, but endearing.
He flustered a bit, looking away with some color on his cheeks before looking back and smiling at her. She smiled back, “I understand perfectly what you’re feeling. I went through the same thing.” She told him. He looked a bit doubtful and like he couldn’t believe it. He proved her right when he said, “Really? You look like a very happy person.” And she could understand. “Yes, I do. And I am. But I wasn’t always like this. I was in the exact same place as you.” She said, looking back to the water. “It took me a long time to realize how unhappy I was. How I didn’t want to live my life like that anymore, and I decided to do something about it.” She grinned and looked at him again. “You’re lucky, I know the secret to life. I’ll share it with you, but it’s going to cost you.” She said while looking at him playfully. He looked a bit disappointed and said “What?” like he was afraid she was going to ask for his firstborn or something, “Your payment is at least one smile a day. Even just to yourself. Think of something nice that makes you smile every day. That’s it.”
He looked taken aback, like he was not expecting that at all. He didn’t take long to agree though. He gave a smile and nodded, and she gave a sharp nod back before opening her mouth. “Live.” She said. “That is the secret.” She could see him about to no doubt say something very sarcastic, so she went on. “You’re not living now. You’re breathing, and you are alive, but you’re not living.” He closed his mouth. “Do you know what it means to live? It’s okay if you don’t because I didn’t know either back then. But I will save you the trouble of having to find out all on your own.” She took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes before telling him, “To live is to accept yourself wholeheartedly. To live is to put yourself first and to do what makes you happy. To live is to try new things and discover for yourself what you like and don’t like. It is to have struggles along the way and learn from them, so you can shape yourself into the person you would like to be. Not anyone else. But you.” She saw him looking back at her as if in a trance. So she continued, “Everyone on this entire planet, rich or poor, pretty or ugly, kind or mean, they will have an opinion. Do something like this and one person is satisfied, but countless others can’t help but share their dissatisfaction. Do the opposite and you still have the same result. It doesn’t matter how much you care for a certain person or people, if they cannot accept you when you are doing what makes you happy, then they should not be a priority in your life.” At this, she looked away. The corner of her mouth turned down a bit. Bad memories starting to come back.
She felt a warm feeling in her stomach. Kurama, letting her know he’s there. She smiled a small smile and continued, “Now that you have so much time, it doesn’t mean that you can’t fill your time up. You can do anything you want. Travel the world, go skiing for the first time, plant a tree in your backyard, try making something unique with only cardboard and duct tape. Learn a new fighting sport or a new language. You can do countless things. You just need to want it, and you can do it.”
She looked back over to him and saw him looking deep in thought. So she gathered her trash and stood up, gathering his attention. “I hope you don’t live your life for others, but for yourself first and foremost. It is just not worth it to let another person decide for you.” She brushed off the sand from her pants and gave him a bright smile and said “I hope you figure it out for yourself Jungkook-ssi.” before turning around and walking away.
After walking for a couple of hundred meters back in the direction she parked her car, she heard someone running behind her. She didn’t think much of it and continued to walk. The sound kept coming closer though, so she turned around and was kind of surprised it was Jungkook who was running towards her. He stopped right in front of her and had a small smile on his face while looking at her. “You knew who I was this entire time?” he asked.
She returned the smile, “We are in Korea.” She said with a shrug. It should explain enough. And it did. Every couple of streets has something BTS related decorating it. It would be a miracle if she missed all of that. He laughed a little and nodded his head, “Yeah, I see what you mean.” And kept staring at her, he didn’t say anything else.
She was amused, she’s noticed she has this effect on most people, but she figured an idol would be desensitized to that sort of thing. She raised her brows at him with an amused smile and stayed quiet. He seemed to get the hint, and again he looked a little flustered being caught staring. Eventually he asked “What’s your name?” and she chuckled. “My name is Naruto.” She said. “No, seriously, what’s your name?” he asked. She just raised her brows and smiled at him. She was well aware he would think of that stupid anime.
Everyone did when she mentioned her name. Yeah, she knew about that, unfortunately. The anime depicting her life like it was some shitty drama. And he was male, too. At least she got confirmation that her decision was the right one. And that there are multiple versions of her. That kind of freaked her out, to be honest. It’s completely different from her clones and it creeped her out.
That other naruto is stuck in that stupid village. She actually kind of pities him. But whatever, that’s not her responsibility. It was weird to watch her life play out like it did on the screen. She saw just where she could have made the same mistake as him, and then be chained to the village forever. She’s glad she’s not, though.
While she usually found it a bit annoying to constantly be compared to that anime, she still found it insanely funny to see Jungkook's face right now. A mix between incredulity and amusement. She thought he probably didn’t know whether she was fucking with him again or not. “I’m serious.” She told him. “I know it’s like the anime, but it’s my name.”
She could see him trying to hold back a laugh. He struggled for some seconds before visibly swallowing it down. Instead he grinned at her and very sincerely looked her in the eyes and said “Thank you.”
Before she could say anything else, her stomach decided to answer instead with a loud gurgle. They both looked down at it and back up at each other. One with visible surprise and the other with a cheeky grin. She opened her mouth before he could get anything in, “What? You didn’t think all that food was for the fish, did you?” She sent him an amused grin. “I’m still hungry. I was about to head some place to buy some more food. Do you want to come with me?”
She didn’t wait for him to answer before resuming her walk. It wasn’t long until he was walking next to her again. They walked in a comfortable silence all the way back to the stairs leading back to the concrete streets. She threw away her trash in the bin alongside the road and gestured for him to follow her. Together they walked to the end of the street, where they rounded the corner to the entrance of an underground parking lot. They entered and got off on the right floor before she led him over to her car.
She walked over to the passenger’s side, opened the door for him, and gestured for him to enter. He looked at her and the car, whistling lowly, and then got in.
She closed the door behind him and moved to enter behind the steering wheel. Once she was sure he was buckled up, she started the car and relaxed back into her seat before driving out of there.
She maneuvered the car out of the garage and onto the streets outside. She could feel him looking at her from time to time, but didn’t mind. She was able to feel emotions to an extent anyway, and there was definitely nothing negative going on with him right now.
While driving, she turned the radio on and switched the channels until she ended on a channel playing High School by Nicki Minaj. She turned the volume up a bit and started nodding her head to the beat with the occasional half dance move. At a red light when the beat dropped, she made exaggerated silly moves while looking at Jungkook just to see him laughing and enjoying his time. Eventually he joined in and started doing the same. When the song ended, he finally asked, “Where are you taking me?” And she smirked at him. “Don’t worry, I’m taking you to a place that will definitely respect your privacy. And they have great food.”
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Alright guys, so this was a spur of the moment type of story. It kept playing around in my head, and it frustrated me so much, I just had to write it down. If it's trash then please, don't mind it. I don't really know where I'm going with this story. But since I've never heard of this type of pairing before, I thought it was cool. If it does exist, then please send me the link!! I'd love to read that.
I don't necessarily know when I'll be able to update, but I'll try to update every 15th and 30th of the month.
Also, I'm not bad at English, but it still isn't my first language, so if you found a mistake I missed, please let me know and I'll change that.
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