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waitinginthedarke · 7 years ago

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I’d Rather Die

A BTS Jeon Jungkook fanfiction

Summary: Being at the party was a last minute decision, but the minute your eyes caught on him they were fixed, and the moment he touched you he was hooked. Were soulmates real? You didn’t know. All you knew, was that there was something about Jeon Jungkook…and you weren’t going to let him go until you found out- even if you did end up falling in love with him in the process…

Type: Romance

Chapter 1

He kept staring at you.

That was the first thing you noticed as you leant against the railing of the 1st floor balcony in the slightly run down venue you’d found yourself in that evening, having been dragged along by your friend to some kind of gig in the city that evening. She’d told you it was meant to be on the down low, that it was ‘invite only’, but ever since you’d arrived at the venue and you’d seen the mass of around 800 people all crowding the stalls below you, you couldn’t help but suspect that she’d lied to you.

‘Sohyun, when you said it was ‘invite only’, did you mean they sent the invite to entirety of hongik university?’ you ask your friend skeptically, having to cup your hand against her ear so that she could hear you over the music. However, when you pull back to give her a questioning look, you’re simply greeted by the sight of her throwing her head back with a laugh, before she reciprocates your gesture; shouting back into your ear.

‘No. There’s just a lot of people that were invited tonight. I think its something to do with saying ‘thank you’ to the company for always supporting them. Whatever; they told all the employees to bring some guests so that we could all have a good time… and since Jin couldnt make it why don’t you make the most of the gig, and just relax?’

The knowing smirk she shoots your way has you rolling your eyes, despite your smile, cursing her boyfriend (who you had yet to meet) for not showing up, before you resign yourself to loosening up as she bumps your hip with her own, turning your attention back to the stage so that you could relax like she’d said-

-only to be met by the same pair of piercing brown eyes that had been staring at you for the past 10 minutes.

How was his stare rendering you so helpless, even as he continued to whirl around the stage; following the dance routine that he’d obviously performed thousands of times before?

‘By the looks of it you’ve already caught someone’s attention.’

The edge of your mouth curls as you peer at your friend from the corner of your eye, the usual fantasies of a relationship with a nice guy having already flickered through your mind with Mr stare-y in the leading role, and so when you see her raising her brows knowingly at you, you cant help but smother a chuckle against the back of your hand before you try to play it off as taking another sip of your drink.

‘You’ve gone coy! ...you like what you see, don’t you?!’ your friend exclaims, shoving your shoulder lightly which forces a giggle from you, and to try and escape her teasing you force yourself to turn back to the stage. The second you find him again within the group of bodies, you notice he’s now wearing a large, dazzlingly white smile on his face, and you cant help but think he might have been watching the interaction between you and your friend.

As your friend proceeds to nudge at you, asking you ridiculous questions about if you ‘like how broad his shoulders were’ or ‘have you noticed how muscular he is?’, you can only continue to watch obsessively the way the group flowed as one, and how the one who’d been staring at you seemed to work as a beautifully, perfectly crafted, hot, cog in a finely tuned machine.

Without evening realizing, you find yourself clapping enthusiastically as the show comes to an end, your attention at this point wholly consumed by the guy as he joins his group in bowing at the front of the stage, and as he stands up once again your breath is stolen from you with the look he sends your way; a look that most definitely said ‘I’m coming for you’.

Your eyes follow him during the groups final speech, and even so far as him walking off into the back wings of the stage, before you finally turn back to your friend, cheeks slightly pinker than usual and the attempt at covering a smile tragically failing.

‘I’m going to find a way to introduce you two.’

If you had any of your drink left you would have choked on it in that moment. Thankfully, all you can do is gawp and begin to quickly shake your head, reaching out for your friend’s arm to try and stop her before she starts backing up and quickly runs off, vanishing into the crowds of bodies that were gathered in the slightly too small space.

‘Oh my god. I’m going to kill her. She told me we were just coming to a casual, quiet concert….I’m not dressed for this!’ You mutter under your breath, beginning to worry your lip as you look around for all of two seconds before heading to the bar for salvation, figuring if you had at least one more drink in you, then you’d loosen up a bit, and potentially not remember anything embarrassing you were about to do in the morning.

‘What can I get for you, maam?’ the bartender asks as you approach, the only great thing about the venue you’d been brought to that night, being your admittance into the VIP section and its ease of access to alcohol….and the cute guy.

‘Can I just get a Gin and Tonic, please?’

‘Make that two.’

The hairs raise all over your body as the voice pipes up beside you, the slow approaching shadow that begins to stretch across the surface of the bar causing heat to rush over the left hand side of your skin, pulling your attention like a magnet toward the face you somehow knew you were about to see.

‘Do you mind if I join you?’

His voice was like a siren to you, and the way he rose an eyebrow with his inquest hypnotized you as you shook your head subconsciously, clearly some part of you wanting to keep up the ‘normal person’ façade you’d been carrying at the party so far. However, all you can do is watch him as he settles against the bar beside the stool you were perched on, a glimmer of sweat slowly builing near his temples from the performance he’d just finished, and you cant help but wonder how he’d gotten to you so fast- the others, after a subtle glimpse around the VIP lounge, nowhere to be seen.

‘I’ve never seen you before. Are you with the company?’ he asks in a smooth voice, as though he hadn’t just been practically sprinting around a stage only moments before, drawing your attention back to him as the bartender passes both of your drinks toward you, nodding only toward the man beside you, before walking away, never even giving you a chance to pay. It takes you a few moments to process his question, your frantically racing heart almost causing your body to shake in its vigor, the muscle not helped in the slightest by the way he tilts his head to watch you in wait of your answer, his apparently subconscious smolder forcing the heat into your cheeks.

‘Actually, no.’ you murmur quietly, before you manage to get a hold of yourself and clear your throat to explain, noting the minor hint of panic that flashes across his eyes as they stare at you, before you speak, wondering what he’d been thinking to have looked so worried.

‘My friend is a make-up artist for the company. She forced me to come tonight because her boyfriend had to attend a meeting last minute.’

The sight of his lip curling slightly at the edge after you’d told him about your friend, has the heat from your cheeks flooding to the rest of your body, the almost sexy smirk flashing up toward you as his eyes fix themselves on yours, rendering you helpless to the man’s beauty.

‘Ah, would this friend of yours be Sohyun-sshi?’ he asks, chasing his question with a sip of his drink, and you have to force yourself to focus instead of getting lost in the way his neck muscles contract as he swallows, the rippling of his smooth skin luring you into a trance of admiration.

‘Uh…yeah?’ you respond, frowning as you try to work out how he’d guessed immediately, and without you realizing a small smile begins to curl your lips, as you finding yourself watching him turn his body to face you, a smile dancing around his own lips as his eyes travel briefly around your face.

‘I only know because I told her to bring a friend in the first place. …she just thought I’d get jealous of her plus one.’

The chuckle that escapes you at his quick whit forces his smile to grow wider, and you have to look away from him to regain your composure at the effect of his startlingly beautiful smile on your nerves, catching sight of your friend in the process with one of the other members of the group, and smirking at the wink she sends you before she resumes her conversation.

‘Are you still?...jealous of her plus one, I mean?’ you ask suddenly, a renewed sense of confidence lacing itself into your veins, and you find yourself biting lightly at your lower lip as you look back to the man in front of you, taking in the way his eyes had widened slightly at your flirting, before that same smirk begins to grow on his face once more as his gaze finds yours again, having before been fixed on your lips.

‘Yes. …but only because she has your number and I don’t.’

The air that had been making its way into your lungs freezes as he takes you by surprise. The curve ball he’d presented you with ridding you of any suaveness you may have been conducting yourself with, and replacing it with a giddily happy smile and reddened cheeks that have you attempting to cover your face with your hand.

‘Was that too much?’ he suddenly asks, his expression as you look back up at him due to his sudden change of tone revealing a concerned look, as though he was genuinely worried about what you thought of him because of your shy reaction.

‘No, no. It was just really smooth.’ You quickly explain, wanting to put him at ease, a subconscious need to see him smile again forcing you to reach your hand out to lay over his. Yet, the minute you realise what you’ve done, you find yourself freezing, unsure of how to proceed with the situation.

Its only after a second passes, during which you’re both stood frozen in shock at your move, that you watch as he turns his hand over on the bar so that his fingers could gently intertwine with yours, the intimacy of the move sharpening all of your senses to a pinprick.

‘Good.’ He says quietly, drawing your attention back up to his face before he proceeds;

‘Cause I really would like your number.’

You cant wipe the smile off of your face as you tap your number into his phone that he digs out from his pocket, nor when he puts his into yours, commenting on how cute the wallpaper of your little chihuahua ‘Johnny’ was, and explaining that he missed his own dog since it had to stay at his family’s home in Busan due to his job.

‘Oh, you’re from Busan?’ you cant help but ask in reaction, having noted a slight accent to the occasional word he’d spoken, and your question causes the tips of his cheekbones to redden, the way his eyes flicker back up to yours as he hands your phone back to you being the cutest thing you think you’d seen all year.

‘Ah, yeah…’ he says nervously, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as though he considered it a bad thing… but he couldn’t be more wrong.

‘I’ve always wanted to go there.’

You were starting to love the flash of happiness in his eyes that came about whenever you surprised him, the past 5 minutes that you’d been talking to him having already proven in your mind that you wanted to know everything about the man in front of you- that thought scaring you and exciting you in equal amounts.

‘You’ve never been to Busan?’ he asks incredulously, a huge grin stretching his face.

‘Nope. My parents are business people so I was dragged abroad for a lot of the family holidays, and since I’ve started work, ive just never had the chance to visit.’ You explain, taking in the way he relaxes into his casual lean against the bar, his hand that had subconsciously (for both of you) found its way to hold yours, gently stroking its thumb across your knuckles as he speaks.

‘It sounds like you’ve seen a lot of the world. I mean-…except the best part; Busan.’

‘Maybe you could show me sometime.’

Mirroring smiles of eagerness stretch across your faces with the insinuation your comment made, and you couldn’t help but begin to hope that the man before you felt the same way you did; that he felt the strong connection that had lead your eyes to him on the stage in the first place.

‘That would be-‘

‘Jungkookie! Why did you run off so quickly? You missed the group picture.’

You jump out of your skin at the loud interruption by the person who suddenly appears beside the handsome man before you, your surprise causing your hand to fall from his grasp, and you feel instant regret at the sight of his eyes flickering momentarily to your hand now in your lap, before they turn on his friend.

‘Hoseok-hyung, uh, actually I-‘

‘Who’s your friend? I don’t think we’ve met before.’

The beautiful man (who you now knew went by the name of ‘Jungkook’) sighed at the comment made by the man beside him, obviously aggravated due to the interruption. However, in keeping with your polite nature, you couldn’t help but bow in greeting as you introduce yourself, catching the small smile from Jungkook beside him as you tell him your name, the butterflies battering your insides taking notice too.

‘A pleasure to meet you, Y/n. Do you work for the company?-‘

‘She came with Sohyun.’ Jungkook quickly cuts in before you could respond, blinking shyly when he realizes how suddenly he’d spoken, and you take note of the way Hoseok narrows his eyes suspiciously at him, before he smiles back up at you.

‘Ah! I was just speaking with Sohyun! She did mention she brought her friend. Although when she was telling me about you she said you were pretty, but that’s wrong.’

For a moment you’re taken aback by what Hoseok had said, trying to work out if he meant the statement as the insult it sounded, but just as Jungkook whips his head up angrily at his friend, an amused smile blooms across his face as he squeezes his younger friend’s shoulder.

‘Pretty is far too simple an adjective. You’re much more than stunning.’

As much as the comment makes you blush and smile shyly at Hoseok, Jungkook’s continued anger doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you watch as he stands up properly from the bar and shrugs his friend’s hand from his shoulder

‘Well, it was nice of you to check up on me, Hyung. But I think its time you saw Sihyuk now, don’t you?’

The note of irritation in his voice is all too clear to everyone involved in the little gathering, but still Jungkook insists uncaringly that his friend leaves, Hoseok grinning at you mischeiviously all the while that his friend tries to shove him away, until eventually he gives one sharp chuckle of amusement, waves quickly at you and saunters off, winking at Jungkook as he goes and leaving the other guy stood staring after him moodily.

‘Well…he seems…nice?’

‘He’s probably gone to get the others.’ You hear Jungkook mutter, frowning into the crowd of people all chatting and mingling in the dim light of the area, but before you could respond to his comment, he’s quickly spinning to look at you, a look of fearful determination on his face.

‘Do you want to get out of here?’

You hadn’t expected this situation when you’d left your house that night. Thinking you’d have to stay a little while longer after the show at the party whilst your friend spoke to all of her colleagues, before dragging her home so that you could curl up in bed and watch the tv show you’d been binge watching.

But ever since you’d first laid your eyes on the man before you, you knew you were going to do anything you could to know him, to find out who he was.

And that thought alone, coupled with the adrenaline pumping through your veins as he continued to stare in fearful hope at you, causes you to make your decision; returning your drink to the bar top, sliding off of your stool, and taking his hand eagerly as you smile up at him.

‘Lets go.’

(T.B.C)

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