yâall iâm currently submitting my college application form in this uni and i canât submit my file because the website says that i already submitted and i already exists in their record. what the fuck
Hello!! 4 years later and im finally graduating as a magna cum laude and thesis award of merit đ€đ€ thank u oscar for being my muse in my thesis ehaahahahahahahshahahaha kpop fan to f1 fan real quick đ
note: a toxic relationship for jeonghanâs debuttttđ€đœ, remember itâs not romanticizing this behavior or anything
joenghan thought he was seeing wrong.
his hands were sweating and his neck itchy, anxious.
he just saw you at inkigayo hall, white long dress and heavy red eye makeup, he saw you for the first time since your messy breakup.
meeting since trainees you decided to date young, the young couples are always the happiest and more among idols.
there isnât that much pressure at first but then thereâs too much, and jeonghan had a rough time balancing everything but so did you, nobody being empathetic.
when he firstly listened to your comeback song, he got mad because the relationship was being portrayed as something awful when it wasnât.
but he remembered the last curve of the relationship, screaming and crying, you throwing things at him after he admitted he was losing interest because you didnât succeed like him and him being rude when you said you supported him when his band was a bunch of losers.
i want you to be ruined, donât take it, itâs over
your eyes sparkled with pride on the screen, feeling the weight, jeonghan plopped on the couch of the common room.
it was over and you walked in, laughing with your bandmates as if you werenât dissing him a few moments ago, the redish hair making you look unreal.
he looked at you quietly and you felt it, turning your head you looked at him back.
you were looking at him as if he was a vanishing memory, with nostalgia and even anger.
âi think itâs embarrassing for you to say that giving the fact your band isnât doing well on sellsâ he smirked across you, the 10th fight of the week, you didnât even knew how it started.
âand it isnât for you to talk that way? i swear you guys almost had to beg for food on the streetâ your canines showing up in your mischievous smile.
jeonghanâs face lighting up in bright red, you kept your cool.
âmaybe i shouldnât hang out with nobodies, what if i keep you as a sidekickâ he was meaner and meaner, smirking devilishly, now your face lighting up.
you threw the first thing your hand could reach, a book, hitting him lightly on his shoulder.
âi didnât say that when i was going to awards and you were on a basement praying to debut with otherâs moneyâ you threw another thing, a pillow from the couch âbrave from you to talk that bullshit when you were my little charity projectâ.
both standing still on front of another, everything in inkigayo seemed to vanish away.
âsorryâ he mumbled at first, watery eyes and regret bashing his face.
âsorryâ you said later, keeping a straight face.
âyou think we canâŠbe friends?â
ânoâ you said with no time to think, feeling like later in you bed you will regret it and cry your eyes out âi donât want to have anything to do with you anymore, donât even think of meâ.
i know many of you do not give a damn and that is a problem in its own regard but i am posting this in hopes that those who are unaware and who value their morals and their integrity over music will hopefully take something from it.
this seventeen album should be boycotted at all costs. i have been a carat for seven years now and i have a lot of love (as well as frustration) for these guys. i am endlessly proud of them for making it ten years in an industry designed to tear them down and wear them out, to take everything from human beings that it canâ and then some. however i cannot allow this to overshadow the negative things surrounding this album, nor should you.
i will preface by saying that seventeen will not see a huge impact from a boycott. they make pennies on the dime per stream, $0.003 cents. seventeen are also far past comfortable financially, they are by all means rich, particularly woozi. they will be a-ok. this will not cause any damage to them outside of potential bruised egos, which is an unfortunate impact however not more important than the overall issues.
i also want to say that we know that boycotting is an effective tool to put pressure on companies to change their ways, but it needs to be an organized effort. it's not something you do for a few months and give up. it's also not something you pick and choose with â you don't avoid streaming songs and then buy a lightstick from the weverse shop because it was pretty, or attend a concert.
that said, you all should be boycotting hybe anyway. this is for multiple reasons. first is their employment and collaboration with people such as scooter braun, a staunch zionist who was outright thanked by the official israel twitter account. when scooter braun found out he was on the zionists in music twitter account, he said it was an honor and he never could've dreamed of such a thing happening to him. scooter braun has a long, problematic history i would encourage all of you to thoroughly research.
hybe has also recruited artists like johnny goldstein to work on their tracks. he is credited on enhypen, illit and txt tracks, and he has also worked closely with j-hope of bts. johnny goldstein is both a ccfp member as well as a former iof soldier. he is quite literally a child murderer and he is sitting in rooms with your favorite artists. that should infuriate you.
if that is not enough, consider the level of overwork that these artists have faced. seventeen is on their sixth album in approxiately 365 calendar days between whole group projects and individual unit projects. these all have one common factor: jihoon. he has produced six albums, short or otherwise, in one year. in one year, seventeen has also done one world tour, a japan tour, caratland, and headlined three festivals. does any of this sound sustainable for human beings? they are treated like products by their company, not human beings.
for these reasons there has been a boycott in place for over a year. many carats have chosen to break it out of 'love', but in reality, they are complicit in the mistreatment of their idols.
if none of this concerns you, there are also massive red flags with this current album.
first, bad influence, which makes up a third of the group songs on the album, is produced by pharrell who is a known zionist. in april 2024, in spite of the current social climate and despite readily available information, pharrell chose to accept an invitation to sing 'happy' to iof soldiers at a fundraising event. this is while carats in gaza are packing their photocards up while they flee their homes. pharrell made the conscious choice to be on the wrong side of history.
next, wonwoo's track credits el capitxn, who in march, took to instagram to brag that his company, vendors, produced a song for kanye's album which kanye himself said was based on 'antisemitic sounds'. they worked on the track ww3, which includes verses about epstein island, voting for djt, and 'rockin swastikas'. all he had to say regarding it was that he was 'proud of his boys' and 'they make it happen'.
you either stand in one of three places.
one, you believe seventeen does not have much autonomy. in that event, you should be angry and embarrassed that such individuals have their hands in their music, muddying everything seventeen is meant to stand for. you should not stand for it and the way to make a stand against it is by boycotting.
two, you believe seventeen does have autonomy and they have the ability to deny or to okay these things. if that is the case, you should feel frustration towards them for not doing their due diligence in these matters, when they are thirteen grown men with full, unrestricted access to the internet, when they have been called out for similar behavior before, when at least one of them has to know better. you can make that frustration known by boycotting.
or you don't really care, and at the end of the day you'll always be spineless, a so called 'real fan' who will buy into everything they do and reserve all your anger for those who want them to do better, who consistently call them out, instead of wishing they would make fewer mistakes. you will always buy the albums and the photocards and the concert tickets because you don't have the strength to be anything more than another cog in the capitalist machine. just know that you are not a fan, you are a consumer, and that your blind support and willingness to throw your money at every endeavor ultimately harms your artists before it helps them.
if you do care... take a stand. take a stand against mistreatment and overwork, against seventeen being pushed towards being another mass produced, western pandering act. take a stand towards seventeen's music having filthy hands involved in it everytime you look up. you should be embarrassed, you should be frustrated and you need to do something about it or nothing will ever change.
there should never be a time in modern history where we are proud for our favorite artists to work with zionists and people who shake hands with nazis. there is no excuse.
seventeen will survive losing streams and chart positions. they will live. and maybe their company will learn a valuable lesson for it. we have the power to do something and it's high time we wake up and do it, all of us.
nobody is saying you canât listen. but instead of opening spotify up, download the tracks from a third party instead. they will be ok, i promise. boycotting takes no effort, it is literally an act of not doing something. if seventeen means something to you, this is how you should express it right now. please, i want better for them and you should as well.
But not "my dog died" or "I feel insecure" kinda angst. I'm talking about the cheating, the break up, the suffering, the tears, the begging, the pining, the stalking, the obsession UGHHHH, love me a fic where he fucked up and now has to do the most to get her back, it gives me a serotonin boost
a/n: did i write this in 30 minutes on my lunch break immediately after soobin posted? yes. am i insane for doing so? probably. do i care? not one bit. this is just some fluffy bf soobin, enjoy!
âShould I pose like this?â
You watched your boyfriend move through the screen of your phone, standing facing you with his arm bent, hand at the back of his head. You snorted quietly, snapping a somewhat blurry picture before he put his arm back down with a pout.
âWhat?â he asked with a hint of playful annoyance.
âNothing. You look cute,â you laughed at his childish demeanor, âCome on, just a couple more.â
This wasnât an uncommon occurrence for you two. More often than not your dates were late at night, spent getting dinner and then taking a long walk back to your car. On your walks you both enjoyed having little photo shoots together, either of each other or different stuff you saw along your way. Tonight, you wanted to take pictures of him.
âI donât want to look cute. I want to look handsome,â he said, lightly kicking a rock across the pavement with his shoe.
âYou look handsome too. You can be both, you know,â you tried to reassure him, picking your phone back up. You encouraged him to pose again. After a couple minutes you had enough pictures to fill up an album in your camera roll. Soobin reached for your free hand, taking it in his as you put your phone back into your pocket. Then you set off again down the sidewalk together, fingers intertwined.
You loved nights like these. When the air was warm but there was still that night breeze making the few fallen flower petals and leaves shake and skid down the concrete. The moon shown most nights, hanging in the dark blue sky like a nightlight. Sometimes Soobin pointed it out, telling you what phase it was in. Crescents were his favorite, because it looked like a smile. Crescents slowly became your favorite too, because it was his favorite. And they made you think of him.
You sighed contently, unraveling your fingers from his so that you could pull his arm over your shoulder. He smiled warmly, taking the opportunity to kiss your head.
âItâs getting a bit chillier at night. Weâll have to bring jackets next time,â he said.
âMhm, I think Iâll wear that white pullover you gave me last year,â you were picturing the perfect outfit in your mind, trying to remember where you put the matching shoes you were imagining. Had you left them at the bottom of your closet? Or under your bed?
âYou mean my white pullover?â he corrected you with a smirk, âI didnât give you that, you stole it from my room when you came over. And you have yet to give it back.â
âA small price to pay for a girlfriend, donât you think?â
You both laughed as you crossed an intersection. When you stepped back on to the sidewalk, your car was parked only a few yards away. His was parked just in front of yours. Like always, he walked you to your car, stopping beside your driverâs side door.
He let out a heavy sigh, expressing his disappointment with having to part ways. He held both of your hands in his, a pout evident on his full lips, âI hate this part.â
âYou say that every time, you know that?â
âAnd I mean it every time, too,â he grumbled, pulling you into a hug. His chin rested on your head as he squeezed you tenderly, taking in the sweet scent of your perfume before letting you go. His hands found a temporary home on your cheeks as he leaned in to place a kiss on the tip of your nose, âText me when you get home?â
âI always do-,â you started to say, and before you could finish speaking, he interjected.
âNot last time,â he said matter-of-factly, âAnd I didnât sleep well that night, Iâll have you know.â
âYeah, yeah,â you rolled your eyes jokingly, âI fell asleep as soon as I got home. And I said I was sorry!â
âWell now you have to make it up to me by giving me an extra kiss.â
You nodded in understanding, placing a sweet, short-lived kiss to his lips. Then, another, more affectionate kiss. Each time, you had to lift yourself a bit on your tiptoes to reach him.
âI think I actually deserve one more,â he said, his hands still resting on your waist.
You smiled, but obliged. Your calves strained again as you reached up and placed your lips on his.
âMm, one more.â
âSoobin.â
âJust one more,â he pouted again, âPlease!â
He was lucky you loved him so much.
âYou lean down this time. My legs hurt.â
He would do anything you asked him to, so naturally he listened. He leaned down, melting his lips onto yours in a kiss that was longer than the previous ones. It was a bit more sensual, too. The air seemed heavier and hotter in that moment. You could feel your back pressing against your car door.
When he let you go, his lips were puffy and his cheeks were a warm shade of pink. You giggled.
âWhat?â
âYou just look really handsome right now.â
âYou bet I do,â he spoke with elevated confidence in a joking manner, making you playfully nudge his arm.
âDork.â
âI love you too. Drive safe,â he called as he started to walk the few feet to his car. He caught the way you smiled at him before getting in your car. Tonight, just like every night, he waited until your car drove off first before leaving. Then he would go home and wait for you to text him before falling peacefully asleep, knowing you would repeat this night again soon. He couldnât wait.
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not a smut but jaehyun suddenly snoring while sleeping and y/n rubbing his abs and back to wake him a little and stop him from snoring đ„č
[10:28PM]
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: mentions of a book from âit ends with usâ â (sneakylink bought me the book that iâve been seeing all over my tiktok FYP and iâve been reading it nonstop), snoring, drooling and just pure fluff.
he looks like a pure angel but sounds like a broken race car.
i giggle and i close my book, making sure to place my book mark in place. i set my book down on my nightstand and i turn to my husband, slipping under the covers with him and propping my chin on his shoulder.
i listen to his snores and i giggle, looking down at him to see a straight foggy line running from the corner of his mouth down his cheek.
i slip my hand under his arm and i rub the six lumps with a sigh.
âhm?â jaehyun jolts awake and looks behind him before smiling and stretching with a soft groan.
jaehyun sighs and turns, wiping his cheek and looking at me with heavy eyes.
âyou were snoring, again.â i run my hand up his chest and i press a wet kiss on his bare back. jaehyun sighs and laughs. âi was?â i nod.
âi think when iâm holding you to sleep i donât snore.â i tilt my head with a smirk. âis that so?â i giggle as he grabs my waist and kisses me. âmhm.â he hums with a sleepy chuckle.
i climb and straddle the man who places his hands on my hips. âcan you hold me to bed like this?â jaehyun hums while i bring my head to his chest.
âiâd love to but iâm scared i might throw you off the bed.â jaehyun and i laugh.
âjust for that saying, i will just sleep next to you.â i slip off him and i position myself next to him.
jaehyun turns to me and sighs. âi love you.â
i bite my lip, biting back the smile that wouldâve broke in a spilt second. âi love you more.â
jaehyun leans forward and plants his lips on mine and for a few seconds, he finally pulls away. ânow, please turn off your light because i think im going blind.â i laugh and turn my upper body, reaching to my lamp and flicking it off.
jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...
tags/description: jk x chubby reader / fluff / friends to lovers / fake dating trope / rating: like pg13 or 15 with swear words / slow paced / it feels like one very long date :)) / this can be read as a oneshot but it ends in a way that sets up a part 2 which i will likely write but i still haven't gotten the chance to do so please bear with me / image from koomoments, i found it on goggle and edited it further
words: ~7.7k
tw+note: this fic includes fatshaming - detailed description: someone makes a comment about jk being out of oc/ynâs league and her not being good enough to date jungkook because of her size (the person says this to jk, behind oc/yn's back). oc/yn assumes people think that too, and talks to jungkook about her experiences dating as a plus-sized woman, mainly the fact that her ex was ashamed to go out with her. and in case anyone is wondering about where this fic comes from and any sensitivities regarding this fic, this is another fic that is loosely based on an experience i had myself... well, i wish this was what i had ~.~ i channeled my hurt into something comforting for myself and hopefully others. if anyone has ever been in a similar position and was fat-shamed or made to feel like they don't deserve good things because of your size, just know that you never deserved that treatment - you deserve all the good the world has to offer. lots of love always to my fellow curvy/plus/chubby people, and anyone who takes the time to read my fics <3
âJungkook⊠Jungkook are you there?â
Your muffled voice echoed through his phone, thrown on the bed behind him as he searched his room frantically for his sweatpants. Talking to you on the phone wasnât uncommon, but he jumped the moment he saw your name and when the clock on his bedside table confirmed the time. 3 AM. Later than youâd ever called. Dressing mightâve been a silly notion, but at this hour, his fight or flight response was triggered, and he couldnât bring himself to think, let alone talk to you half-dressed. The urgency and/or intimacy of it all⊠frightened him.
âYes! Iâm here!â he calls out, hopping into his sweatpants before grabbing the phone and putting you up to his ear, feeling the cool glass of his screen nudged between his neck and his shoulder as he tied the strings at his stomach. âWhatâs up?â
âI need⊠a favor.â
âAnything.â He couldnât have answered any faster. In the back of his mind, Jungkook hoped youâd called for another late-night talk, maybe one of your delirious, exhaustion-caused conversations where youâd fall asleep to his voice as he played along with whatever youâd wanted to talk about⊠Those were his favorites, even doing the same to you himself. Or maybe it was to inquire about one of his ramen recipes, going so far as to hope youâd ask him to come over and make it for you⊠In a perfect world, maybe. Well, if it were a perfect world, itâd be a confession.
A favor only made his heart race faster. Jungkook trusted his intuition in getting dressed, already walking to his front door, ready to go to you wherever you were... He already presumed you weren't drunk in a club and in need of someone to pick you up... you didnât sound like it. The ramen recipe, perhaps? Though you sounded too anxious for it to be so. In any case, he meant his words - heâd do anything for youâŠ
âItâs not serious, but it will take up some of your time tomorrow.â
âI said anything,â he reiterates, partly relieved.
âIâm invited to a wedding next week - my sister's best friend - and I need to get a dress. Do you mind coming to the mall with me tomorrowâŠâ
Thatâs it? Jungkook joyously helped you pick out outfits, accessories, and even nail polish colors in the past, and every time he did - whether youâd asked or when heâd subtly recommended something he liked to you - his heart would flutter whenever heâd seen you actually take his advice, so heâd definitely agree, happily evenâŠ. but there had to be more to it.
âWell, I mean, of courseâŠ.â he whispered quietly into the phone, his confusion apparent.
âYeah, thereâs more to it - donât agree just yet...â In the moment of silence that followed, Jungkook silently prayed youâd ask him to go to the wedding with you. To be your plus one. Oh, what heâd give to spend the night beside you, the both of you all dolled up⊠Imagining the possible starlights at the scene with love in the air, he knew itâd be a great chance at finally confessing. If he chickened out, at least heâd be able to imagine what itâd be like to be your boyfriend for a night.
âWould youâŠ. Would it be okay if you pretended to be my boyfriend?â Jungkook felt his stomach turn at the thought of the heavens answering his prayers that quickly and immediately regretted not asking for more. He almost missed what youâd said next. âIf we go shopping tomorrowâŠ. Would it be okay for you to pretend to be my boyfriend?â
âWhen⊠when we go shopping?â Jungkook choked, knowing you could hear his confusion through the phone once again.
âYeah⊠You see⊠Most times when I go shopping⊠someone always has something to say about my body, and Iâm kind of sick of it. âYou wonât find anything in our store. Please leave.â âIâm surprised this fits you.â And then, just last week, I got the âHoney, no dress could flatter you enough that youâd be able to pull a man.â That got me thinking, andâŠ. I kinda suspect you, or someone, a man, being there with me might shut them up⊠some weird form of using the patriarchy and peopleâs internalized misogyny to, weirdly enough, protect my peace.â
Jungkook felt his blood boil as you went on. You, the most beautiful person heâd ever met, were being shamed⊠spoken to in that wayâŠ. often? People went out of their way to make you feel badâŠ. for having a body?
âWhat the fuckâŠâ
âYeah⊠Iâm a bit embarrassed, actually⊠Should we forget it? Pretend I never asked. If itâs too much, I could just go alone - if I experience it, I experience it. Iâm used to it. I just want to⊠try this as an experiment.â
âDonât ever feel embarrassed. You donât have to be. I feel embarrassed for not⊠for not knowing... Iâm so fucking sorry you⊠ever had to go through that.â Heâd felt a pang in his heart as the words left his mouth. An idiot was what he thought he was. It was something heâd never spared a thought about - how people, how you, could be mistreated in everyday life for simply existing as you wereâŠ.
âNo, donât be sorry, Jungkook. It is what it is.â
It is what it is? It shouldnât be, he thought.
âOf course Iâll be there, ____. Of course, Iâll be your boyfriend.â He told you heâd do anything for you, and he meant it - he needed you to know that - and this was the very least he could do. âAnd hey, for the record, Iâll never let that ever happen to you again, you hear me? You just call me, okay? Anytime. Iâll do whatever I can. Youâre not going through this shit again, okay? I'm your boyfriend whenever you want me to be... â
Did you take the hint?
âThanks, Jungkook,â you say, with an exhale and a slight giggle that gives away that youâd been choked up, the final nail in the coffin for Jungkookâs composureâŠ
It wasn't the right time to confess, he knew that, but an âI love youâ still rested at the tip of his tongue. Friends loved each other... 'I love you' was always a comforting thing to hear... would it be so awkward now? You both have told each other variations of the saying in the past - from âlove yaâsâ to random finger hearts in crowded rooms- but never the exact phrase. It held too much weight - the weight of the confession that, similarly, heâd been dying to relayâŠ. but he reminded himself... it wasn't the right time.
âI told you⊠anythingâ
âIâll see you tomorrow⊠boyfriend.â
âż
âHi⊠girlfriend.â
Jungkook didnât even try to hide the smile on his face. Itâd hopefully overshadow the bags under his eyes⊠Heâd been up for hours after your call - pressure, joy, anger, and pain overwhelming him all at once as he imagined what you mightâve gone through before, what undeserving, cruel words youâd heard from people too blind to see the sheer beauty before them. It hurt him even more that you felt embarrassed about asking him for help. You never shouldâve been embarrassed about a damn thing. If anything had been embarrassing at the situation, it was the time heâd spent in front of his mirror, rehearsing vague, angry threats and snide comments he might have had to make, tapping out after a cringey âthatâs my girlfriendâ line.
Jungkook was never one to insult and intimidate others so purposefully, his enigmatic baby villain-like exterior always doing the work instead. It'd work whether they saw him as the lovestruck, caring sweetheart he was or the tough, protective boyfriend he could also be... but he knew the tattoos, piercings, and his physique probably aided him with the latter option, with Jungkook himself assuming it was the reason you'd asked him specifically to help out, especially over Taehyung, your mutual friend who also happened to be an actor... And busy on a late-night shoot, Tae left him helpless. He could not prepare any speech or insult to save his life, stuck between how to go about his dream role. You'd trusted him, and Jungkook decided he had no choice but to trust himself too. Whatever he emulated was up to the other person, and whatever came out of him would be the truth heâd been feeling at the moment. Whether he leaned into either side - either knowingly or unknowingly - all of it was still him, and specifically him as a boyfriend... That killed the nerves more than anything and allowed him to focus on the silver lining. Heâd gotten the role heâd always wanted, and though there could have been better contexts, you looked as beautiful as ever in your flowy sundress⊠even as you did roll your eyes.
âBoyfriend,â you greeted him jokingly, smiling too before looking at him up and down. âWhat do you have going on today, Koo? I can't tell if you just came from the gym or not.â
Jungkook shakes his head in response, a proud, bunny-toothed smirk on his face. After ransacking his entire wardrobe that morning, he paired his go-to ripped jeans with a Nike muscle tee, clutching his motorcycle jacket in his hand. It wasnât like him to wear sleeveless tops outside of the gym, still shy to show off the muscles heâd worked so hard for, as well as the tattoos heâd designed himselfâŠ. but provided he was there to intimidate others - and hopefully impress you - he had no doubts about showing them off and his mish-mash of an outfit. âThis is just in case anyone even thought about saying anything to you today,â he added, flexing his muscles before spreading his arms wide open. âCome here.â
It didnât pass Jungkookâs eye that youâd hesitated to step into his arms, but when you do, he finds himself inhaling deeply - your scent, but more so the feeling of you. With you in his arms, everything fell into place, as it always had with you.
âIâve always got you. I have your back, you know that right?â he whispered into your neck, digging his fingertips as hard as he could into your soft, plush skin, hoping itâd emphasize his promise when he noted how your heartbeat hadnât slowed as it always did when you hugged.
You hadnât said a word the entire time, even as you pulled away and glanced up at him - ever so briefly. He'd have waited until you said something first, but heâd always read your face with ease, and the panic he sensed emanating from you only agonized him further. Once again, he tries to push away the scenarios you mustâve gone through.
He murmurs your name, sparking your attention. Remembering his role for the evening, Jungkook allowed himself to follow an urge heâd always resisted, brushing a stray hair away from your face, cupping your round chin in his hands. It felt too good - a taste of his forbidden imagined scenarios and the person he'd always dreamt of.
âAlways, okay? I wonât allow my girlfriend to go through this,â he said, forcing himself to emphasize the title he wanted to give you in a teasing way. Again, you roll your eyes and push his hand away.
âWeâre just testing a theory, Koo,â you say, starting to walk with him alongside you. âDonât⊠get too into it.â
âAre you kidding? The acting classes I took years ago are finally coming in handy. This is good practice,â he said, wishing he could just tell you that he likely wouldnât be acting at all - merely doing all the things he wished he could do on a regular basis. He kicked it off by grabbing your wrist, intertwining your fingers into his.
Jungkook had been so cool, so collected until this moment. It was only until he actually did it that Jungkook realized that hand-holding was expected, and he cursed himself for not spending more time prepping himself in front of the mirror. It was such a simple act, what he always wanted to do.... and so it drove him crazier than the hug. Youâd hugged in the past, as friends do, but never held hands... not like this, at least. Taehyung had urged him to try doing so in the past, to âgauge your response,â but heâd always been too much of a coward to do anything besides ask for high-fives and offer his elbow for you to hold when he walked you home. You were braver, taking his hand and tracing his tattoos whenever your talks went a little too deep or needed a distractionâŠ. just as you did now, with your finger rubbing the skin below his thumb... Still, this felt different for the both of you.
Jungkook bit at his lips, trying to hold backâŠ.something. He himself wasnât even sure if it was a smile or a squeal, but he soon remembered the point of his presence. The favor. A boyfriend - he, as a boyfriend - would never be able to keep his eyes off of his loved one. So, heâd allowed himself to steal glances your way, noting every single time how low youâd kept your head as you walked.
"Hey," he says, stopping.
"What?"
"Nothing," he smiles, taking in your expression and the way the sunlight beautifully shone on your face. "I just wanted to look at you."
"Okay, Bradley Cooper in A Star is Born," you chuckle, nudging him to continue your walk. "You need to watch more movies."
"And you need to know that you look really pretty today. You do know you're pretty, right?"
"Oh, shut up, Koo... I know."
Jungkook didn't know if you believed him or if you were serious or not, but he knew damn well that he was... Perhaps he was overdoing it already, but remembering how quickly his prayers had been answered just the night before, he held out hope that the universe still had his back, silently praying youâd soon realize see how good of a âfakeâ boyfriend he was and asked him to be your real one.
âThis is the main store I wanted to visit, Koo,â you say, stopping in front of a modern gold and beige storefront on the busy high street. Suddenly, he felt an emptiness in his hand and at his side when you let go to reach out and pull open the glass door. Already half open, he forcefully tugs the brass handle as far back as he could, holding the door open for you to walk in first.
âIâm your boyfriend, remember? Let me do it,â he whispers by your ears and into the stony silence of the cool room.
Looking around, Jungkook quickly saw plenty of dresses thatâd look great on you. It was overwhelming at first glance, but the one you pulled out from a nearby rack trumped them all. A blush, floor-length tulle dress, with tiny embroidered daisies scattered all over the fabric, including the translucent balloon sleeves and an off-shoulder neckline. It was almost as beautiful as you were.
âI knew they had this in stock! What do you think?â you smile, putting it up against your body. For the first time that day, Jungkookâs mind went blank - he was suddenly grateful you hadnât asked him to accompany you to the wedding. Itâd be too much to see you in it.
âPretty,â he murmurs, holding the fabric between his index and thumb, tracing over a tiny daisy.
âRight? Iâll go try it on. Wait here, okay?â you say, moving to leave but quickly returning to place a swift kiss on his cheek.
Jungkook was so taken aback he did nothing even long after heâd seen you approach the sales assistant in the back and disappear into a dressing room.
âYou can sit over here,â said the woman, who now returned and pointed at the arrangement of chairs a few steps away.
âThanks,â he whispered, only now realizing his hand had been on his cheek, tracing the ghost of your kiss. Youâd kissed his cheek. Heâd been happily playing the role of the boyfriend the entire time, he hadnât realized you hadnât done much to play the role of âthe girlfriendâ in return. But you did it. You kissed him. You wanted to, at least in that momentâŠ
Jungkook tried not to linger on the thought any longer, knowing itâd feed his delusions. Pulling out his phone as he plopped onto the velvet seat, he loaded up the mobile game heâd been struggling with, and it was a few minutes later when he realized someone had been calling him.
âSorry?â Jungkook asked, looking up to see the sales assistant leaning on the couch opposite him.
âI said âHey,ââ she repeats.
âHeyâŠâ he responds, perplexed until he realizes you might've been calling him. âIs she okay in there? Does she need me?â
âUhm, I don't think so,â she replies, seemingly just as confused as he was. âBut⊠I was wondering⊠whatâs her deal?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIs she rich or something?â
âWhat?â
âI mean, whatâs the catch, exactly? Why are you with her?â
âBecause I love her? There's no catch.â It was freeing to say the words so openly, Jungkook thought - theyâd left his lips without a thought. Still, what's it to her?
âOh, come on,â she went on, rolling her eyes. âYou know youâre out of her league. Just keep her for 'her kind' and the fetish freaks on the Internet, you know? Youâre too hot to-â
In utter disbelief and refusing to hear another word, Jungkook stood up and made a beeline for the dressing room, his long strides and huffs echoing throughout the store in response.
âHey, babe - need any help with the dress?â he asks a little too loudly, knocking on the dressing room door in the same fashion.
â....Yeah, actually. Can you get the woman that works here?â you say on the other side.
âNo. Let me in.â
âJungkook, just call her.â
âLet me in. Iâm your boyfriend,â he emphasizes. âLet your boyfriend help.â
ââŠThis dress is supposed to be a surprise, honey,â you reply.
âBabe, I already saw the dress,â he half-chuckles, almost forgetting his anger. You were clever as hell but never thought of the wittiest comebacks - it was endearing.
Jungkook rushed through the moment you pried open the wooden door, turning the metal lock behind him. Still lost in his thoughts, he mindlessly zips up your dress before stomping to the roomâs bench, sitting upon it with his head in his hands.
âYou okay?â
âYeah,â he lies, feeling just how furrowed his brows had been as he stared at the floor.
âYou donât seem like it. Whyâd you insist on coming in here?â you say by the mirror a few footsteps away.
â.....Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, this was uncool. I just wanted to get out of there. The⊠uh⊠scents on their diffuser were too much. My nose acted up... started sneezing.â It was hard to lie to you. Heâd rushed over because he always had, for you were his safe space even now, but it surely was to prove something too. His eyes darted around the cramped dressing room, trying to look anywhere but you... he was too ashamed. âI'm so sorry, ____. This was my first thought. I didnât even think that you were obviously getting dressed. Should I leave?â
âKoo, honey, relax. I don't know what's up, but... I don't think I want you to leave," you softly whisper.
Pink obstructed his vision, the spot on the carpet he'd been so focused on. Daisies made him snap out of his rage. And the hand on his knee interrupted the voice in his head thatâd been on a tirade on the injustices of the world. But looking up at you, the world suddenly seemed so beautiful - you were in it.
âI'd never leave, then,â he says with a smile. âIâm fine.â
The reassurance was enough for you to get up from your crouched position by his legs and return to the mirror.
âWe both know you can't lie, so I need you to tell me how I look in this dress. My curves stick out a little more than Iâd like, and I donât know how I feel about the whole arm situation. But I think Iâll get it. Nice, huh?â
âNice." Repeating your description was the only thing he could do, unable to think of anything else to say. You were covered in flowers, yet here you stood, prettier than every single flower heâd seen in his entire life, let alone the ones on your dress. The dress did cling to your body at certain angles, and thatâs what made it even all the more alluring. He had no idea what youâd meant by 'the whole arm situation' - the skin heâd always wanted to bite on was even more tempting through the translucent fabric⊠and with your shoulders out... it was a sight too good to be true. A wave of envy rushed over him, thinking of all the wedding guests that'd see you in the dress for hours while he only got a glimpse... They had no idea just how damn lucky they were, but Jungkook knew that he was as well, grateful for this very moment and trying to take a photographic memory of how you looked, twirling so alluringly in the room with him alone.
âBeautiful, actually,â he quickly adds.
"Good. If your nitpicky Virgo ass thinks it's a beautiful dress, then that means it really is pretty,â you say, satisfied.
It wasn't the dress that was so beautiful...
He opens his mouth to correct you, but nothing comes out, and you speak before he does. âUhm, help me with the zipper again?â
Jungkookâs anger had blinded him when heâd zipped it up - the intimacy of the moment only just sinking in when he stood behind you, facing the back of your neck and shoulders. He was unzipping your dress - granted, not in the context heâd always imagined, but he couldnât help but do it at the speed heâd always wanted to⊠slow and steady. What felt like an eternity later, just a few centimeters from the top of the dress, Jungkook sees lace peeking through. Abruptly letting go of the metal in his hands, Jungkook inhales, trying to shove away the image, but it mustâve been the hardest thing heâd ever tried to do. He never imagined you were the type to wear a strapless, lacy maroon bra. He didnât even think bras came in that color. The rare times he dared to take his imagination that far, only for fleeting moments, heâd mentally dress you up in pink or black⊠Maroon was, somehow, sexier. This... this was too good to be true.
But Jungkook, always so detail-oriented, quickly spots a tiny piece of metal at your waist. Another zipper. Did he zip that one up as well? His fingers pull the zipper down, only for your hand to cover his, stopping him.
*â*Thank you, Koo... I got it from here,â you say with a hush.
"I'm sorry," he says in a similar fashion, stepping away.
"Don't be. But, uhm... Iâll get dressed. You donât have to leave, but⊠can you... look away?â
âOf course,â Jungkook panics, turning around to face the abstract art on the wall. He tried his hardest to make sense of the colorful shapes in front of him, but all he could take in were the sounds behind him. Soft fabric, falling onto the carpeted floor. The brushing of bare feet⊠bare thighs. Fabrics, zippers, a clanky hangerâŠ. He reckoned that if he tried hard enough, he mightâve been able to hear the humming of a radiator that mustâve been hidden behind these walls - he could certainly feel the heat, wiping away a bead of sweat. Another zipper. Probably the actual source of all the heat.
âDone, Koo,â he hears softly from behind him.
With a blink, Jungkook realized the shapes in front of him clearly made up a cityscape.
âKoo,â you call again, and he finally turns around to face you, hoping his face hadnât been as flushed as yours was. Youâd been changing - what excuse did he have? The giggle you let out confirms his suspicions, which he tried to cough away... until he gets an idea.
"Oh, hey, wear this," Jungkook says, handing you his leather jacket.
"W-why would I?" you ask.
Because I always wanted you to wear my clothes, I finally have an excuse to ask you to do so, and this will drive me and everyone else crazy, Jungkook thinks.
"It's cold outside," he utters.
"Jungkook, it's almost summer... why else would I be wearing a sundress?"
"It can get breezy! And hey, you want my opinion on fashion? Your outfit will look better with this on." Not exactly what he wanted to say.... "You know... sundress and leather jacket? Pretty and tough... Juxtaposition... It's a thing. It's... what couples do."
"I don't know if it'll fit, Koo," you say quietly, staring at the piece of clothing in his hands.
"Drape it over your shoulders, then," he says, doing it himself. He guessed that it would have fit you but didn't insist on it then and there - even if it hadn't, he'd always find ways to make you feel loved as his girlfriend... And you looked adorable in his jacket.
"Looks even better this way, actually..." you murmur, brushing away the hair from your face, clearly flustered. It gives Jungkook the exact rush and confidence he needs. He unlocks the door, taking your hand as he walks out of the dressing room together - more than ready to nail his dream role once again.
âIt was a perfect fit - Iâll buy this for sure,â you say to the sales assistant with a smile, placing the dress on the marble counter. Jungkook could feel you try to let go of his hand, but he wouldnât budge and only held on tighter - heâd let you struggle with your purse one-handedly if it meant he was holding your hand.
It only helped him reach for his wallet with his free hand quicker, handing the woman his black card after sheâd announced the price.
âJungkook, no,â you whispered, hand deep in your purse, the other still trapped by his grasp.
âBaby, itâs only fair that I pay,â he starts, in a low, hushed tone just loud enough to be heard as he takes in your quizzical expression with a smirk on his face. ââŠSince Iâll be ripping it off of you later.â
Jungkook can't help but chuckle, seeing you go catatonic beside him after letting out a comically loud gulp in response. He doesnât need to look at the sales assistantâs face to know sheâd been startled as well, almost forgetting to hand him the receipt. Putting away his card and wallet single-handedly, Jungkook quickly looks back at you when he realizes your hand has turned limp in his. Heâd only ever seen you so petrified when heâd suggested you watch a horror film together, in the hopes of you curling up in his arms - but heâd always stupidly ruin the moment with a laugh seeing your frozen state and wide eyes, just like nowâŠ
âI love seeing my girl all flustered. You looked so beautiful in it, honey... Just wait til Sunday,â he laughs with a wink, wrapping an arm around you to pull your body closer to his and finally place a kiss on your head. He didnât even know if the wedding was on a Sunday - if the lie fits⊠âExcuse me, do you know if there are any lingerie stores nearby? A place theyâd sell something that suits the dress? Iâm not done treating her - well, the both of us, reallyâŠ.â
âThereâs a place two blocks down,â the woman says with her face flushed, and Jungkook yanks the bag into his hands the moment he is able to do so.
âThanks,â you whisper, seemingly to both him and the woman. Reaching for your hand once again, Jungkook intertwines your fingers in his, occupying both of his hands and awkwardly following you out.
The two of you walk side by side in silence, replaying the moment until the store is out of sight and Jungkook finally realizes the gravity of what heâd said.
â____... Sorry about⊠what I said back there. I really didn't mean to be disrespectful... I shouldâve checked in with you first before just saying that shit. It was just where my mind went to, and...Wait⊠Fuck.. please donât think I had those thoughts when-â
âYou didnât?â
âHuh?â
âYou didnât have those thoughts?â
Jungkook could so easily read your face most times, but this wasnât one of them. Did you want him to have those thoughts about you? Should he lie? Were you just playing the role of the girlfriend, even now? Should he answer as the boyfriend or just Jungkook orâŠ
âRelax, Koo. It was just unexpected⊠a little jerky, if it wasnât you or if I hadnât asked you to pretend⊠I thought the maroon suits the dress, though,â you pout.
âItâs alright, Jungkook. That was actually nice,â you reassure him with a squeeze on his arm, interrupting his train of thought.
âNice?â
âYeah⊠this is allâŠ. this is very nice,â you hum, tugging at his leather jacket on your shoulders before wrapping your hands around his arm.
Was it really happening?
âI know youâre just faking it, but⊠it feels good to be treated this way. To have a boy⊠treat me like this⊠publicly.â
âPublicly? What do you mean?â he asks, ignoring the urge to deny heâd been faking anything. âYou had boyfriends before, no? What about your ex? Mr. Organic Shoes?â Jungkook could never remember the guy's name, remembering how distant the two of you had been at that time.
You shake your head and roll your eyes. âNo⊠no, he never⊠he never did this. He convinced me I wanted a too-private relationship - you remember, I barely told anyone anything⊠I barely saw you or Tae... anyone. We barely went out, not for our anniversary, not to events, dinnersâŠ.. nothing. The rare times we did, heâd never even hold my hand. I went along with it, figured that was his dating style and that he was just that shy, but - surprise, surprise - he goes everywhere with his new actress girlfriend, as proven by me drunkenly Insta-stalking him the other night. I like nights in more than anyone, but it was clear he just wanted me in private. In the breakup, he actually admitted heâd be ashamed to go out with me. It was that messy.â
âWhat the fuck does that idiot have to be ashamed about?â Jungkook fumed, even more so when you laugh in response.
âThis isnât a fucking joke, ____âŠ.. Fuck that guy, honestly,â Jungkook spits out, surveying the area he stood in and considering if it was possible to somehow track the asshole down and beat him up then and there, but with you still latched onto him so tightlyâŠ. he wouldnât leave for anything. âYou were always way too good for him, for anyone⊠I wish Iâd told you sooner.â
âThanks, Koo,â you whisper, hiding your face against his arm for a fraction of a second. He didnât have the guts to face you at that moment either, knowing heâd kiss you all over just to show you how loudly and publicly you deserved to be loved if that's what you wanted.
âThanks for today, too. My theory seems to be correct⊠I wasn't fat-shamed, so âyayâ to being treated with basic human decency. But that means you'll likely have to join me again in the future. Congratulations, Koo - you're one-off acting gig turned into a regular role in the _____ Cinematic Universe. What favor do you want in return? Whatâs your price, Jeon?â
âOh, I'm never letting you shop without me ever again. See how good my leather jacket is on you? Forget being a boyfriend, my fashion advice is like no other. No... no, this is a Marvel contract now. I'm in this for life... but we agree this isnât a one-off cameo? Spider-Kook is the star of this universe, alongside you? Just the two of us?"
"What, do you want me to get another guy to pretend to be my boyfriend?"
Fuck no. Jungkook shakes his head.
"Iâm still your boyfriend for the day, arenât I?"
".. What did you have in mind?"
â....I wanna show you something.â
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Nagging usually works on Jungkook. Well, nagging was a bit of an exaggeration - he caved in quickly when it came to your requests, seemingly forgetting his sheer signature willpower. But now, even you would admit that youâd been unrelenting⊠you couldnât help it. Jungkook had been very vague about âwhat he wanted to show you,' the favor you'd pay in return for his current and future fake boyfriend gigs. But he wouldn't budge, even going so far as to finally resign with a smile and tell you to âjust shut up and let him lead.â Jungkook had always been down to do whatever you wanted to do - a true highlight in your friendship - but now, your heart fluttered at him taking the leadâŠ. and even more so when he took you by the hand and excitedly, physically led you to all the places he did⊠his hand never leaving yours.
First, he took you to a bookstore - nailing the part of the perfect boyfriend with that choice alone, then taking it further when he went on to say heâd treat you to two books - one of your own choosing, the other of his. Something straight out of a romance book, as your day had been thus far.... and Jungkook must've caught on. Of all the books in all the aisles, he had to pick out âFake It Til You Make Itâ - the fake dating romance book that inspired all this, only the roles were reversed⊠In truth, you couldâve easily asked Taehyung to pretend to be your boyfriend and help test out your experiment instead - the two of you were friends as well, and though your relationship was strictly platonic, Tae was an actual actor⊠But you had to jump at the chance that there might be a teeny, tiny possibility that life imitates fiction and your crush would see you in a new light. And if he hadnât ended up thinking that dating you might not be too bad of an option⊠at least youâd get a day of what youâd always longed for. It was a risk. Youâd never been able to hide your emotions and already got teary-eyed a number of times, seeing Jungkook act as noble as heâd always been⊠even better than the perfect boyfriend youâd imagined him to be. It was getting harder and harder to muster up the courage to ask him to accompany you to the wedding as wellâŠ
The second place Jungkook led you to was a photo booth studio. He spent way too much money on many different takes and overpriced photo strips, trying different decorations, poses, and photo options. If his arm around your shoulder werenât holding onto you so firmly, youâd have bolted when heâd insisted on taking a âcouples version,â as if the rest werenât torturously coupley enough. He must have found you out, and it was getting embarrassing.
âI guessâŠ. To back up this lie,â youâd said sheepishly, trying to remind yourself of the situation.
âSit on my lap and sit still,â heâd instructed, helping you onto his lap and wrapping his arms tightly around you.
Looking off to the side, you couldnât tell what Jungkook did for the first photo - probably a funny face. For the second, he turned your face to his with his fingers underneath your chin, and you heard the camera click. His features seemed softer, a twinkle present in his eyes⊠youâd missed the countdown once again, and suddenly Jungkookâs lips were on your cheek, your face held in his hand. He let out a loud mwah you could still feel against your skin after he backed away.
âYou kissed my cheek earlier, soâŠâ he quickly mumbled.
A stinging feeling hadnât left your face. It was hard to say whether it was the lingering feeling of Jungkookâs lips or its effect, the smile you couldnât stop from appearing on your face.
âHere,â Jungkook whispers, handing you one of the two duplicate photo-strips.
Oh⊠he was looking at me in that first photo. Why do we look so in love? Holy shit, is he a good actor. Oh hey, how did I not realize heâd also been smiling when he kissed my cheek?
âPut it on the back of your phone,â you hear.
âTo back up the lie,â he says, repeating your own words when you finally look at him through your lashes, catching him slip his copy into his wallet as you did into your phone case. Before you were able to process what heâd just done and the photos staring back at you, he wrapped his around your wrist, pulling you out of the tight space.
It was still hard to tell what Jungkook had wanted to show youâŠ. More glimpses of something you could never have, perhapsâŠ
âż
Jungkook was running out of time. He wanted to do so much more for you. Heâd imagined taking you out on so many different types of dates and crammed in as many as he could with the time he had left in the day, the possibly pivotal hours that he hoped would awaken something in you.
It was hard not to get carried away, as he always had a tendency to... Heâd begun speculating that he actually was in a dream in the bookstore when he found the novel with a story eerily similar to his exact predicament. Ever the believer in fate, Jungkook took it as a sign that he was doing the right thingâŠ. and if all that he was doing couldnât wake you up, surely the book would... Then at the photobooth⊠Jungkook could have sworn youâd felt like a real couple then - youâd just been goofing around together, as you always hadâŠ. In such a cramped space filled with laughter and love, heâd finally mustered up the courage to kiss you back. He could have sworn heâd seen you smile so wide after that, and that made him happier than the kiss did. Maybe he had a shot....
The third stop was a quick run to the grocery store, which he knew would confuse you most of all. He mindlessly grabbed both of your favorite snacks and drinks in a rush before dashing out, thanking the heavens that he'd made it exactly where he wanted to be, right on time after that.
The park, before sunset.
As expected, the place was packed with couples, families, and friend groups all gathered around and enjoying golden hour. The cool sun shined through marshmallow-like clouds high in the warmly-hued sky. Laughter, music, and joy could be heard all around you - the sounds of happiness, home, and peace.
A perfect spring day.
A perfect opportunity.
Once you'd set up camp and his impromptu picnic, Jungkook leaned back and silently motioned to you to lean against his chest. You do so, cuddling right against him and making Jungkook feel so whole. He'd urged you to read the book he picked out, but you settled on the second one and suggested he give the other a go himself. Jungkook was never a reader, and he would read if you'd asked him to do so sincerely... but he put the book down five pages in. Why would he read a book, especially one that you needed, when he could bask in the beauty of his reality right there in that very moment?
Only thinking this far, Jungkook didn't know what to do after this, but he knew one thing: heâd never felt more alive nor more at peace.
"It's beautiful, Koo."
Jungkook opens his eyes, after closing them briefly as he took in the moment to see you staring up at the orange-pink sky.
"Yeah, it is. You're prettier, though," he says.
"Thanks, boyfriend," you scoff. "Thanks for showing me this... Thank you for the favor. Thank you for everything, Koo. I have to say that again.â
"The sky isn't exactly what I wanted to show you today, _____."
"Oh? Well, what is it?"
âLook at me, _____.â
Startled by his sudden command, you sit up to face him. He couldnât say what he needed to say without seeing, knowing you believed him⊠Your eyes always told the truth.
âAll of it... All of this... This day was what I wanted to show you. I wanted to show you⊠the kind of love you deserve. The kind of boyfriend you deserve. Actually, no - this isnât even half of what you deserve. This is just the shit I could think of on the spot on a Monday afternoon. You deserve so much more, _____. I want to show that to you. I want to⊠I want you to know that. You donât need to thank me for anything. The favor wasnât even a favor. You deserve to have someone do that for you, no questions asked. I said âalways,â didnât I? You deserve to go on dates, a boyfriend who loves you loudly and proudly.â
When your ears perked up, Jungkook knew you were listening. Really listening. But the tears on your face interrupted his train of thought. He needed to do something.
âHere,â he starts, clearing his throat as he stands up. âI LOVE HER, WORLD - I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND! I AM IN LOVE WITH HER!â Jungkookâs voice echoed loud enough for every surrounding person to turn to him after his very loud declaration towards the sun.
âJungkook!â you quietly protest, pulling him back down with a shocked smile on your face.
âI donât know if you want exactly thatâŠ.â he says, a proud, bashful smile still on his face as he reaches for your hand. âBut you deserve it, regardless. Even if itâs not with meâŠ. Thatâs what I wanted to show you. I wanted to show the love you deserve.â
Jungkook thanked the heavens for having his back once again. He'd imagined confessing a million different ways, but he'd never have imagined for it to go so smoothly and in such a spontaneously romantic setting. For such an important moment, he was thankful he could read you like a book once again. You took in every word, and your eyes began to water. This was it.
âEven if itâs not with you?â
Wait... what?! What did he say?! What did you say?!
"_____?â
Jungkook had been just as startled as youâd been at the calling of your name. It came from a woman whoâd been sitting behind you, someone he had noticed earlier who had been clearly listening in on his confession, even smiling widely with the man beside her when he jumped up and declared his love so loudly. She⊠knew you?
"Rina?â you say, the shock youâd already been in still present on your face. âWhat are you doing here?â
âItâs our last date night before the wedding! Picnic in the park - a classic, isn't it? You would know, boo! You have a boyfriend! You're doing the same!â
You turn, mouth agape, to face Jungkook. âOh, weâreâŠ.â
âOh, donât bother denying it. We all heard loverboyâs declaration - straight out of a 1980s film. I love it! I won't tell your sister if you don't want me too,â she cheers, smiling at Jungkook. âOh wait, you arenât even hiding it, are you? Look at your phone case!â
The photos of you in his arms, him kissing your cheek, were displayed right there through your crystal clear phone case on your lap. Behind his now bashful smile, Jungkook felt a thrill at the exposure.
âOh, donât be so shy now, you two,â the man speaks now. âYou reminded us of ourselves.â
â____! He's just your type! Whatâs your name, cutie?â the woman, Rina, asks.
âOh, itâs Jungkook.â
"Jungkook, I'm Rina. I'm friends with _____ and her sister! I assume you're coming to our wedding next week? _____ must have told you about it already. As long as youâre _____âs boyfriend, youâre welcome. Jae & I are going all out and want as many people there as possible!â
Jungkook had no idea what he must've done in his life, or a past one, for the universe to have his back like this. Itâs exactly what heâd wanted⊠except it didnât come from you. With all eyes on him, his dart to you, relieved and euphoric to see you smile and nod.
âI, I, Iâd love toâŠ"
âGreat! I guess weâll see you then, loverboy. Bye, my love,â Rina says, turning back to give you a hug. âI know me and your sister are the ones who taught you not to hear anything a man has to say butâŠ. Heâs a good one. Keep him. Listen to Jungkook, huh?â
Jae leads Rina away, the two of them waving goodbye and turning back until they are out of sight. But Jungkook canât face you yet. He confessedâŠ. didnât he? He knew you were listening, but it still felt as though his words remained in the air, unfinished. Did you finally get it? Rina did. The whole damn park did. At least heâd gotten what he wanted. One more gig⊠One more gig to perfect it.
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