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Roommates Ep. 1

You moved into your new apartment, only to realize that someone is already living there. 

“Thanks for the ride! Have a nice day!” you chirped merrily to the taxi driver, beaming at him as he put out his hand from the window to give you a quickly wave before driving off. Your eyes travelled to the building in front of you. At first glance, it wasn’t shabby but it also wasn’t exactly an enticing place to live in. Nevertheless, the amount of money you had and the fact that this place was a mere half an hour away from school meant that you simply didn’t have the privilege of complaining. It was honestly a mystery at how ridiculously low the price was, but the neighbourhood seemed relatively safe and you couldn’t think of any other problem that could arise.

      Clicking the lift button in anticipation, you twirled the keys to your new apartment nervously and waited for the situation to sink in. This was your first time away from home, living independently, relying on no one but yourself. Your parents had offered to pay for your apartment but you had rejected their suggestion repeatedly, barely managing to convince them that you were going to do all of this by yourself. Now here you were, on your way to the beginning of a new chapter in your life.

      The lift dinged and the doors opened automatically. Trying your best to carry all three luggage into the lift, you huffed out a breath and pressed your whole weight against the side of the lift door lest it closed on you. Just as you were about to grab the last luggage, another hand swopped it to carry it effortlessly before you and you came face to face with a stranger.

      “I was watching from the mailbox area for quite some time and figured you needed some help,” the boy flashed a grin at you. You managed a weak smile, your eyes still soaking up the sight in front of you. The boy had an effortless charisma surrounding him, his broad shoulders being the only thing in your line of vision and you had to tilt your head up to make eye contact. You could smell his cologne from where you were standing and gosh, was it heavenly. He looked warm and friendly, and you couldn’t help but wonder if everyone in this flat was as good-looking as him.

“So, which floor are you headed to?”

“Ah, the third floor for me, thank you.”

      “I guess we could be potential neighbours,” the boy stated before pressing the lift button with his slender hands. You found yourself instinctively squeezing to the corner of the lift, trying to control your breath while silently praying that your pounding heart would control itself before the thumping became too loud. Okay, so maybe love at first sight wasn’t really a myth after all.

     “I just moved in to my apartment yesterday actually. So we just missed each other by a day.” He was trying to make small talk, and you nodded a little too excitedly.

“You can come by for tea sometime … if you want to that is,” he added nervously.

      The lift dinged and both of you exited. You followed the little sign in front telling you to turn right. Both of you walked in silence, your footsteps and the heavy rolling of the luggage being the only thing hanging in the air. You stopped in front of room 626. Looking back at the stranger, you gave a hurried bow and thanked him for helping you.

“Where’s your apartment?” the boy asked.

      Pointing at the door in front of you, the boy laughed softly and ruffled his hair.

“Yeah, nice try. How did you even know this was my apartment?” he said.

      You tilted your head in confusion. Was this his attempt at trying to be funny? You laughed awkwardly to relieve the tension as you inserted the key into the keyhole, the door unlocking with a satisfying click as you slowly twisted the key. The boy stared at you with a look that was a mix of horror and bewilderment, and you tried to make sense of this situation. Did he live here? You looked up at the front door to check the unit number. The apartment was correct. The key was able to unlock the door. What was going on exactly?

       The owner. You flipped out your phone as soon as your brain started to function again and pressed the number hurriedly. Tapping your feet impatiently, you could feel yourself starting to lose hope as the phone ringed on and one.

      “Hi there, it’s Jenny here. I’m overseas right now so I’m currently unavailable. Please leave a message. Cya!” The line went dead immediately, and you slumped down in defeat. You groaned as you remembered the owner ravishing about how she was going off somewhere on the day you met up with her regarding the apartment. What were you going to do now?

      “I guess it’s just your luck that you came a day late. There’s probably a few other places that are vacant around here at the same price. Good luck to ya,” the boy said, interrupting your train of thoughts as he attempted to push past you to enter the apartment.

      Wait, was he kicking you out? Hell no. You had paid your rental fee and it didn’t make sense for you to search for another apartment. You could probably manage to find one like he said, but school was starting tomorrow and you simply couldn’t afford the additional stress. Calling your parents would work, but knowing your folks, there was a likely chance that they would get all worked up and demand you to move back in with them. You didn’t care how attractive this stranger was, you just wanted to move into your apartment immediately.

      You smirked at his shameless announcement and rolled your eyes. No way were you going to back off. You swung opened the front door and charged forward, pulling your luggage along as best as you could. You could see the look of disbelief on the boy’s face from the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t care less about ruining his first impression of you.

      Before the boy could protest, you had made your way into the apartment, and your eyes wandered around to get used to the surrounding. It was obvious that he still hadn’t finished unpacking from the day before, judging from the cardboard boxes strewn across the floor. It was definitely a studio apartment built for one person only. The place was structured in such a way that a room divider was the only thing between the bed and the living room. There was one kitchen, one bathroom, one everything. It was quaint and cozy and you could definitely see yourself getting used to the small space in no time, if it weren’t for the fact that someone else was living here already.

      The boy cleared his throat to announced his presence as if you had forgotten about his existence entirely. You turned around in annoyance, hands on your hip as you took in a deep breath to prepare for the impending speech.

“Look, I paid the fee, you paid the fee. I don’t get why I have to be the one to move out while you continue staying here.”

“Well I moved in here first so–”

“I would have moved in here yesterday as well if it weren’t for the fact that I was busy.”

“Well what do you expect me to do? Both of us leave this apartment to make it fair? It’s not like we can stay together anyway. If we leave that’s pouring your money and mine down the drain. Last time I checked not everything is fair in this worl–”

“We could stay together.”

      The boy swerved his head to make eye contact with you, his brows furrowing in confusion as if he was trying to make sense of the words that had just come out of your mouth.

      You gulped. You could feel your future self waiting to beat you up but your mouth was working faster than your brain.

“That’s what you said. We could stay together. What could go wrong, right?”

      Everything. Everything could go wrong. Here you were trying to strike a deal of living together with a complete stranger you just met merely 15 minutes ago. For all you know he could be a pervert, a serial killer, a terrorist. The list was endless. Your parents would definitely be proud of their daughter right now.

      The boy seemed to have read your thoughts, as he stood upright and folded his arms. “Looks like we got the next Mulan here. You’re pretty brave for a girl aren’t you,” he snickered.

You squinted your eyes and curled your lips in contempt.

“Firstly, that’s sexist. Secondly, this is probably the only win-win situation for us. Unless, of course, you want to move out while I stay here, which is totally fine by me, thank you for asking.”

      You flipped your hair and sauntered off without waiting for his response. You were sick of playing your nice card. You could feel him staring at you as you began unpacking your belongings. Your mind was in an uproar as you slowly but surely started regretting the situation you landed yourself in. Was this even a good idea? You could have just dug your own grave, literally.

“I guess you’re right. We could make this work. If you don’t mind the fact that I could be a serial killer. From what I see, you look pretty harmless so I won’t suspect you of being one either.”

      Scoffing in response, you brushed off his comment as he shuffled to the empty spot next to you, taking out his things one by one as well.

“Oh, and I realize we forgot the introduction, with all the things that happened.”

“The name’s Jin. I think I’ll be a pretty darn good roommate, so you’re welcome,” the boy chuckled as you rolled your eyes for the thousandth time, ignoring his outstretched hand.

This was going to be an interesting journey indeed.

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I Remember You

Your first fan meeting, your first interaction with your favourite idol, Jungkook. Things seem to be going well until you realize that ... Jungkook remembers you? 

[I deleted my account accidentally which meant all my work is unfortunately gone :( Uploading again but I hope you’ll still give me all the love! :) ]

“Y/N! Hurry up! We’re gonna be late if you keep walking this slowly. Even my grandma is faster than you!” your friend’s voice boomed from a distance & you turned around dazed.

Who could she blame? It was your first time in South Korea & everything was just so foreign yet beautiful to you that you couldn’t just walk away without taking pictures of everything. The buildings, the streets, the people - it was simply breathtaking.

“There are more beautiful creatures that you take pictures of later, Y/N,” your friend lamented & you turned to give her a smirk. She was right. Both of you were on the way to BTS’s fanmeeting, this being the first for you while it was probably the 100th time your friend had gone to one of these. In fact, you were going to not one but two of BTS’s fan meetings, although the former was the one at Seoul that you were going to now while the latter would be at Busan a few days later. It was fascinating really - your first time being in Seoul, your first time meeting your favorite group.

You were particularly excited to meet your ultimate bias - Jungkook. You had been an avid fan of him since Bangtan debuted, and you couldn’t wait to finally meet your rolemodel. He was the epitome of perfection: blessed with good looks, being talented in both singing and dancing, working hard to chase after his dreams. By now you didn’t even know whether you wanted to be him or be with him.

Before you knew it, both of you had reached the fanmeeting venue. The place was booming with fangirls with cameras ranging from small cute polaroids to huge DSLRs that could have been listed as possible weapons. It was somewhat of an organized mess - security guards were around to manage the place in case the crowd got too rowdy. The atmosphere was hyped as everyone waited patiently for the arrival of BTS.

Screams boomed throughout the entire hall as the 7 boys emerged from backstage. All of them were clad in casual clothing, smiling and waving at the crowd. Everyone was going crazy - you, on the other hand, was trying not to get stepped on by the various high heels around you and risk losing a toe. The crowd eventually settled down and the fanmeeting began. There were quite a few fans in front of you in line, and so you and your friend decided to kill time by staring at the members.

You were especially mesmerized with Jungkook. He was wearing a simple white tee and denim blue jeans but it only made him look even more attractive. His arm muscles were bulging, providing a huge contrast to his baby face. You sighed as you stared at him. You were a fan of BTS ever since they debuted, and Jungkook had come a long way from the goggly-eyed boy to a mature man.

After a whole half an hour of waiting, it was finally your turn. You went to Taehyung, the first member from the left as he greeted you with a huge grin on his face and an excited wave. You smiled nervously as you stuttered to form a sentence in Korean.

“Ah, you are foreigner?”

“Yeah …”

“It’s okay, I like foreigners!”

You giggled as Taehyung opened his arms out widely, signifying that he “likes everyone in the whole world”. He signed the album in your hand and made small talk, asking you for your age and how many days you were planning to stay in Seoul.

The member following Taehyung was Namjoon. It was easier to communicate with him: he knew immediately that you were a foreigner from your broken Korean, switching to English so that he could converse with you.

Time really passed when you were having fun, because before you knew it, you were finally meeting the one reason you flew all the way to Seoul for. Jungkook merely sat there and smiled, expecting you to start screaming or talking really fast like all the other fangirls that he met. Instead, you just stared at him, getting lost in his eyes.

“만나서 반갑습니다!” Jungkook chimed, trying to break the ice.

You smiled at him nervously as you tried to form a reply.

“She’s a foreigner,” Namjoon whispered to Jungkook, sensing the tension from the side.

“Ah … er … nice to meet you?” Jungkook said, ending his sentence on a high note, making it sound like a question instead of a statement.

“I can understand you,” you smiled.

It was true. The countless years of watching Korean dramas and following the Hallyu wave meant that you could understand Korean, even though you couldn’t speak the language.

“Who’s your favorite BTS member?” Jungkook asked.

You bit your lips shyly before lifting up your hand and pointing straight at him.

“You.”

You’ve always dreamt of this moment: being able to meet your bias, your role model. The only thing you didn’t think of was what you were going to say to him when you actually meet him. The both of you laughed awkwardly as you tried to think of something, anything to say to him. You knew the 3 minutes were going to feel like forever if you kept this up when you suddenly remembered something.

A gift! You had a gift for him! How could you even forget? You scrambled through your bag, looking back at a very confused Jungkook and smiling at him to dissipate the awkwardness. You grinned as your hands came into contact with the box.

Putting it on the table in front of Jungkook, you breathed in heavily as Jungkook slowly opened the box.

“Oh?” he looked up at you, his smile glistening in the same way as the ring in front of him. He took the ring out from the box and put it on his left hand. You heaved a sigh of relief, watching the ring slide down his slender finger in a sleek motion. You had taken one of your close guy friends as a guide, not knowing the size of Jungkook’s finger.

“You like it?” you asked, smiling as he turned his hand around repeatedly to admire it from all directions.

“Yeah, high five!” the boy took your hand and forced a high five, intertwining his fingers around yours when he halted at the sight.

“What?”

“Oh … It’s couple ring!”

You brought your hand away from him in a hurry and hid it behind your back. He wasn’t supposed to know that you too had a ring, the same design and colour as his. It was a lame secret you wanted to keep all to yourself: you know, having the same ring as your bias. “우리는 영원히 함께 - I mean, forever … forever, er … forever together!” Jungkook said with a laugh, as you looked away, trying to control your beating heart whilst knowing that your cheeks were burning in a bright red shade.

“Okay next! Next! Next!” Jimin called out to you, grabbing your sleeve to try pulling you closer as aegyo gushed from his face. You smiled at Jungkook, thanking him hurriedly for a great time before Jimin started to throw a tantrum.

The rest of the session was a blur. Your mind was transfixed on the things you could have said to Jungkook, on how you had wasted 3 minutes staring at him and acting dumb. You felt someone staring at you and looked up suddenly, making eye contact with Jungkook. He looked down in a hurry and you cringed and squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. He probably thought you weren’t a true fan.

All your friends thought the same. Those who were crazed fans of BTS were the kind who would scream whenever their oppas would come on stage, raving at their chocolate abs and handsome faces. But you were different. You had liked BTS from the beginning solely for their music: their looks were just a bonus. Heck you would still listen to Jungkook sing even if his head was in a paper bag and his body covered in mud. His look was insignificant to the music that came out of his mouth.

The fanmeeting went by in a flash and it was soon time to pack up. The 7 members bowed to the crowd as Namjoon said one last speech to wrap things up, thanking everyone who came down to support them and promising to make better music in the future. The stampede of fangirls engulfed you and you were roughly pushed all the way to the back, your friend suffering the same fate as you.

“It’s alright, Y/N,” your friend said, brushing off the non-existent dust from her shoulder, “We’ll see them again in Busan! In 2 days!”

You smiled and nodded at her. As the both of you walked off to the exit, you turning back one last time to see Jungkook.

By then, he was already gone.

You thought the 2 days were going to be hell, but heck were you wrong. There were so many things to do in Seoul, so many places to go to, so much food to eat. You even wanted to stay in Seoul for a little longer but you knew you had to get to Busan eventually. Seeing Jungkook would be an even better gift as compared to spending a few more days in Seoul.

The day had finally came. The both of you alighted from the train station and you caught your breath before taking a look at the beautiful scenery. It was truly breathtaking, and you were amazed at how different the sight could be when both cities were in the same country. The two of you took the bus to the fanmeeting venue. The crowd wasn’t as big as it was in Seoul, but the atmosphere was just as hyped. The fanmeeting had already started before the both of you arrived, and you hurried to join the queue. Fewer people meant a shorter waiting time and before you knew it, it was already your turn.

You cringed when you saw that the first member you would be meeting would be Jungkook as flashbacks of your previous encounter came crashing back into your head. You slowly made your way towards him, flashing him the same nervous grin that you had a few days back. Jungkook rolled his head backwards to get his hair out of the way and smiled at you.

“Hello! … Oh!”. You looked up to see Jungkook pointed his index finger at you in awe.

“I remember you!”

“You do?” you replied in shock. It wouldn’t be surprising for him to figure out that you looked different from the rest of the Korean girls around, but remembering you was on a whole other level. And you had reached that damn level.

“Yes! Couple ring!”, Jungkook held his hand up, and you covered your mouth in surprise as the twinkling ring winked at you.

“Oh my God, thank you! Thank you! You don’t know how much this means to me!”, you squealed and  smiled gleefully. You’ve heard stories of idols abandoning fans’ gifts or giving it away to someone else instead. It was an honour indeed, to see Jungkook proudly wearing that (fortunately) fitting ring.

The rest of the time was spent on both of you thanking each other: Jungkook thanking you for making it for both fan meetings while you shook your head furiously & thanked him for his existence. By the end of your interaction with him, you felt thankful to have gone for this fanmeeting, finally being able to talk comfortably with Jungkook before going back home.

“Thank you so much, I’ll see you in a few years when I come back to Korea!” you said as you waved enthusiastically.

“Promise? Pinky promise me,” the boy shot his hand up in front of you and you happily sealed your promise.

The rest of the members were equally energetic that day, with Namjoon even remembering you as well. By the end of your interactions with all of BTS, you were flushed out and exhausted, your jaw hurting from the extensive smiling and laughing. You joined your friend among the crowd of people who were done with their turn and were spending their time staring at God’s seven perfections.

“Okay … I may be going crazy but …”, your friend turned her head slowly towards you, even though her eyes were still peeled to the front.

“What?”

“Well, based on my intensive inspection for the past 30 seconds, it seems like Jungkook has been staring at you.”

“What?”

You looked forward at Jungkook’s direction and your eyes widened. It was true. It seemed true. You weren’t sure if he was looking at you, but he was definitely staring at your direction. For a second there, even if it was for a split second there, you could have sworn that both of you made eye contact. However, before you knew it, he had stopped looking at your direction, and was busy giving autographs and smiles to others.

A thought flitted through your head and you sighed. What were you even thinking? That you were a special fan? Someone that Jungkook would remember? He was someone who travelled around the world constantly, meeting millions and millions of fans - what made you think that your interaction would even be significant to him? You laughed at the absurdity of the situation, covering your mouth embarrassingly as you realized the numerous eyes around you staring at your sudden outburst.

The organiser clapped his hands to get the attention of the crowd and announced that the second segment of the fanmeeting would begin. You turned to your friend as both of you squealed in excitement. This was a very big part of the reason why you decided to go for Busan’s fanmeeting as well - a photo-taking session. Unfortunately, the large number of fans meant that individual photos was impossible, and you had no choice but to join a group of strangers to wait for your turn.

Being the seventh group in line meant that it was your turn in no time. You squeezed yourself at the side of the photo, looking longingly at the fangirls that were flocking around Jungkook. Being in a photo with him was more than enough for you, and you tried to pacify yourself and pose for the picture. As soon as the photo was about to be taken, you felt an arm around your shoulder and looked up to meet eyes with Jungkook. The snap from the shot startled you, and you realized your shocked expression would be plastered on all the photos that the fans would take back home.

“Jungkook!” was the only thing you managed to sputter out as the boy grinned, obviously satisfied with your response.

“You flew all the way to Korea … you have to make your money worth!”

The photographer snapped his finger in annoyance, signalling our departure from the photo frame and you away from Jungkook’s arms. Jungkook turned to give you a wink as you tried to control your flaming cheeks. You could feel the other girls around you staring and pointing fingers, some of them lamenting about how jealous they were while others whispered about how unfair it was.

You didn’t care. Your hands were shaking from the realization that Jungkook knew you, Jungkook remembered you, Jungkook could pick you from the crowd. That moment felt like a dream, and you kept playing it on rewind in your head like a broken record, all the way until the photo-taking session had ended.

The grand finale of the fanmeeting event was finally here. All the fans present were each given a ticket with some number on it. The boys would eventually pick out 3 lucky winners to have dinner with them that night. Could you believe it? A dinner with not just one BTS member, but all seven of them!

With one hand over the other, you prayed hard as Namjoon stepped up onto the stage and in front of the lucky draw bowl. Your eyes started getting hypnotized as he swirled his finger around all the tickets before elegantly swiping down to pick one out.

“212! Number 212!”

Shoulders dropped in disappointment as fans checked and rechecked their numbers to see whether they were the lucky fan chosen. You didn’t even bother looking at your ticket - your number started with a 1.

You smiled as you thought about how blessed the lucky fan must have been feeling at that moment when Namjoon called out the second number.

“274!”

You let out a sigh subconsciously as an excited fan squealed and pranced around the room.

“And the last person having dinner with us is …”

“101!”

You stopped dead in your tracks.

You remembered joking to your friend that both of you would have made it into the first 100 if you had just quickened your steps earlier.

Peeking at your ticket, you slowly uncovered one number at a time.

1 …

0 …

2.

102.

Your number was 102.

That could only mean one thing. You looked at your friend to see her staring at her ticket with a look of shock and excitement, the number “1” on her ticket glistening like it was mocking you.

“Y/N!! I got it I got it I got it!”, your friend squealed.

You were truly happy for her, your smile proving your emotions as you gave her a big hug. A tinge of regret and sadness filled you up but you pushed it aside - you were never good at luck anyway.

“With that, this is the end of the fanmeeting. The 3 winners, please come to the front of the stage to be briefed about the dinner later,” a staff announced in a monotonous tone.

Even though the fanmeeting was over, few left the hall and instead chose to hang out to see the boys. Your friend let go of your hand to walk to the front of the crowd, looking back with a guilty expression as she bit her lips. You mouth at her to walk faster, giving a reassuring smile to let her know that it was alright.

That’s when you made eye contact with Jungkook. It was clear to you now that he wasn’t just staring at your direction, he was staring at you. Awkwardness engulfed you as you shifted eyes nervously, giving small glances every now & then to see if he was still looking at you. He was.

Meanwhile, on Jungkook’s side, he has come to realize that your friend was one of the 3 fans chosen. He looked at you giving a fragile smile to your friend, knowing that it probably felt horrible to know that you could have been one of the lucky fans.

An idea sprung up to Jungkook’s  head, and he made his way hurriedly to his manager.

“Jungkook-ah, what are you doing?” Jin asked out of curiosity, but all he got was silence.

Fans started getting frenzied at Jungkook’s sudden movement. Murmurs and hushes spread across the hall as Jungkook cupped his manager’s ear to whisper something to him. The manager looked at him in surprise, then confusion, but proceeded to stop the event manager halfway while he was briefing the three fans. A huddle among the managers and the seven boys led to a lot of buzz among the fans.

“They’re probably gonna cancel the dinner,” you overheard a fan commenting in Korean to her friends. You looked back to the huddled group in front, silently hoping that your friend would still be able to meet the boys and have fun.

After a minute of discussion, the event manager turned around to face the wild crowd.

“We understand that most of you have come to this fanmeeting with your friends, and we thought it would be appropriate for us to extend the invitation & allow these 3 fans to bring a friend along to the dinner.”

Despite being metres apart, both you and your friend locked eyes instantly as a smile crept to your face and you cupped your hands over your mouth in disbelief.

But what you didn’t notice was Jungkook smiling at you.

The briefing was simple. The fans were not allowed to announce the location of the restaurant on any social media platforms whatsoever and a consent letter was signed to seal it. Photographs with the group could be taken but they could only be released or uploaded one day after the dinner.

You rubbed your hands nervously and exhaled deeply. Both you and your friend were now seated in a designated car, on the way to the best moment of your life. You had gone back home to change into a comfortable tee and jeans to hide the food baby. Heck, even if your favourite idols were there, you were still going to eat to your heart’s content. After all, your favorite food was free.

You finally arrived at the restaurant, which was a quaint little traditional place that smelled divine even from the outside. You entered the place gingerly, taking small steps until you came face-to-face with all 7 boys.

“Hi everyone!” you greeted nervously, amazed at yourself for even managing to say a word.

Your friend, in the meantime, was too busy staring at Hoseok, her bias, to even form any type of greeting and you all prepared to sit down with the rest of them. Most of the fans were present - in fact, the both of you were probably the last, reaching the place at the designated timing. Both of you didn’t even think about the fact that arriving earlier meant more interaction time with BTS.

It was finally dinner time!

You sat down at a seat the corner as your friend automatically beelined to the opposite side of the table where Hoseok was going to sit. Someone was towering over you, and you looked up to see Jin. He was about to cross his legs to sit at the space next to you when a slight push landed him on the empty spot at the left.

“Sorry, this is my seat,” Jungkook said plainly, sitting down hurriedly.

Jin looked at the maknae with a look of surprise, faking a loud scoff as he put both his hands on his hips.

“Really, do you have your name tag on it?”

You laughed at Jin’s retort, earning a grin from him & a high five. He was obviously satisfied with the reaction.

“You’re the only one who likes my jokes … I think we can be great friends, Y/N.” Jin winked at you and you faked embarrassment and face-palmed. The other members laughed in unison at your reaction as Jin clutched his heart in pain.

“I can move over to the next seat if you want,” you said, realizing that Jin was still standing & Jungkook didn’t look like he had any idea of moving. You began to shift your weight over to the other side, only to stopped by Jungkook as he pushed your shoulder down.

“No, you’re staying here. Hyung, go sit somewhere else pleaseeeee,” Jungkook pouted at the eldest, who sighed heavily and walked to the other side of the table. Your cheeks flushed as you realized Jungkook’s hand was still on your shoulder and you looked away instantly. Jungkook probably sensed your discomfort as he quickly removed his hand and brushed it off with a quick smile.

The rest of the dinner was spent laughing at Jin’s dad jokes, Jimin’s antics and Taehyung’s attempts to create “meaningful talk with Y/N”, according to him. Namjoon would occasionally cut in to translate what you were trying to say to the rest. Hoseok and Yoongi were way too far across the table for you to have any sort of interaction, although you suffered an embarrassing case of passing sugar to Yoongi instead of salt, earning a stare from the boy as the rest laughed at your awkwardness.

The dinner was splendid, but unfortunately, you couldn’t stay throughout. Your flight was in a few hours & you needed to get to the airport soon. If you had known that you would have scored a chance to eat with the seven boys, you would have just booked a flight for the next day. The distance between the airport and the restaurant was relatively far, and you knew there was a high chance of you missing your flight if you did not leave now. Your friend had agreed earlier to send you off to the airport, but you knew she was having such a great time talking to Hoseok that you couldn’t bear to ask her to tag along.

“Sorry guys, I have to go off now,” you announced to the group and the fans. Managing to explain using a bunch of hand gestures and broken Korean, along with some help from Namjoon, you said your words of thanks and greetings, feeling extremely sad to be leaving at such an unfortunate timing.

“How are you getting to the airport?” Jungkook asked.

“Taxi,” you replied, imitating the honking of a car, earning laughters from the entire group, including emotionless Yoongi.

“I can send you off to the airport if you want,” Jungkook stated again, and you looked at him in confusion, your legs frozen to the ground as you realized what he had just said.

“You can take my car,” Jin said.

“But hyung, I can’t drive.”

“I know, who said you would be the one driving?” Jin retorted, much to Jungkook’s dismay.

The quick conversation between the two boys had ended by the time you managed to understand everything they were saying. You didn’t even have the time to reject their offer.

“Wait here,” Jin tapped your shoulder and smiled as Jin and Jungkook went off to another room.

The both of them returned a few moments later, and you laughed at the sight of both the eldest and the maknae, decked in full camouflage mode: a hat, a jacket, a mask. You had forgotten how crazy it would be if people recognised them outside.

Giving a final goodbye to everyone else, you made your way out of the restaurant, the chilly night wind rushing towards you in full force. The three of you hurriedly ran to the car, Jin jogging in front to get to the vehicle ready first while Jungkook and you were behind carrying all your luggage along. The cold was just too much for you to bear, and you looked over to Jungkook. He was sniffing and pulling his jacket closer to him, his nose looking as red as a tomato. At that moment, you made eye contact with the boy for the umpteeth time but now the both of you laughed at your sorrowed state.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally reached the car and sighed as the heat from the seats comforted you. Jungkook immediately took off his jacket and leaned forward to wrap it around you. You stopped dead in your tracks, biting your lips in embarrassment. The heat from his body radiated towards you and you inhaled deeply.

Jungkook looked down at your expression, laughing as he pinched your nose.

“You should really become an actress. Your expressions are A+.”

The ride to the airport was smooth. Jin was busy whistling a tune and cutting cars, asking you numerous questions about your favourite songs, what you thought about their latest album. You gave your honest thoughts about them, earning a few “yes”s and “that’s right”s from Jungkook a couple of times. The two of you would look at each other when Jin wasn’t looking, and you would cup your mouth to and snickered as Jungkook tried to make you laugh with a variety of ugly expressions. You loved how comfortable the two of you had gotten. It seemed like you had known each other for years.

You were just comfortable basking in his presence.

“Y/N,” Jin suddenly called your name, making eye contact with you through the rear-view mirror.

“Why is Jungkook your favourite member?”

You were stunned at the sudden question, and you knew Jungkook felt the same too.

You’ve given it some thought before, but stating them out loud was a whole different thing. You looked over at Jungkook, and you could see from his eyes that he was waiting for your response.

“I don’t know … He’s just so hardworking & he puts in his best effort in everything he does. It’s just very admirable. Maybe it’s because we are similar in age but I’ve always felt so proud of him,” you said in one breath.

Jungkook stared at you for a few seconds, lost in the words that just came out of your mouth.

It was hard for him, sometimes, to continue striving for excellence, to not give up. Many fans would say that they liked him because he was handsome, he was cute, his body, and so on & so forth but not you.

You didn’t even talk about his physical features at all.

It was comforting to him, knowing that someone out there realized his effort and how much hard work he put in into everything.

You turned to see Jungkook staring at you, giving a huge smile to him while mouthing the words, “I mean it.”

And the next moment felt like magic.

Jungkook came forward and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a full deep hug before you even had time to respond.

“Thank you,” he whispered into your ear, patting your head before letting you go.

Your heart thumped in an irregular pattern as you lavished in his touch. You grinned at Jungkook sheepishly and moved away as Jin cleared his throat at the sight.

After a good 20 minutes, you had finally reached the airport. As soon as Seokjin had parked his car, Jungkook sprang out the door, grabbing your luggage and your hand.

“Hyung, I’ll just send her off. Wait in the car.”

“Ya, Jungkook-ah—”

Before Seokjin could even react, Jungkook slammed the back door shut and pulled you along. You attempted to make one final eye contact and waved at Seokjin through the tinted car windows. The automatic doors opened and you followed Jungkook. He walked straight ahead, not looking back once at you, his fingers still intertwined with yours.

Your steps got heavier as you got nearer to the entrance. Jungkook’s hand squeezed tighter as he turned around to glance at you a few times. The both of you came to a stop as you reached the entrance, and Jungkook turned around to stare straight at you.

“I’ll miss you,” the boy said.

“I’ll miss you too, Jungkook. It was really nice meeting all of you,” you smiled, feeling the warmth of his hand against yours.

“No, I miss you. As in, I miss you more than what you would think.”

Before you could comprehend what he had said, Jungkook moved forward slowly, planting a kiss on your forehead. You twitched as you felt him place something in your hand. Looking down at the crumpled piece of paper, you realize it was his contact details.

“I’ll remember you.”

Smiling back at him as you touched his hand, you replied with a nod.

Jungkook cupped his hands to your chin, lifting you up before finally saying,

“See you at our next fanmeeting? I’ll be waiting for you.”