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boysinthecity · 7 years

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Reverse Heroine | II

parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 / ?

a supposedly only 2 part fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x

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summary: because platonic love is underrated

genre: college au, fluff/angst idk?

word count: 5.1k

a/n: I probably fluctuated too much with the comedy and angst on this but because i wrote on different days it just really goes by my mood. i also probably should stop thinking that I’m being really funny because i’m laughing at my own jokes like its so sad somebody halp me.

shoutout to the cutest baby that i need to protect from Jungkook the rude hip thrusting brat: @mintmintyoongi you’re so cute and sweet omg my grandma heart is alive and well when i think of you

let me know what you guys think of the new chapter!

After the interruption from the well-loved couple, the party resumed to its previous state. Smashed students downing on drinks and- wait, is that Kim Taehyung doing a keg stand right now? You shake your head in amusement; that boy never fails to go all out during parties. You’ve already walked around the frat house twice in search for Jungkook, seeing way too much going on for your liking, but the boy was still nowhere to be found. Popping a couple of beers yourself, your bladder was now urgently sending a signal – yep, it was definitely an emergency. You run to the closest bathroom, hand on the knob to find girl on the counter and your favourite fratboy standing between her legs, lips locked like they were about to devour each other.

The caramel locks are recognizable at first sight, which are currently entangled in Jungkook’s hand like a wild animal. The sophomore has taken it too far this time, messing around with someone like her. With anger bubbling in your stomach, you pull on Jungkook’s t-shirt, separating the bodies apart. With some space between the two, you realize that the girl was indeed Park Sora – daughter of President Park of the director’s board. She looks embarrassed and flustered in being caught in action, immediately closing her legs together in hopes of saving her prim and proper image.

“You’re coming with me, Jeon.” A hiss comes out of your mouth and Jungkook makes no attempt to resist, he was smart enough to know not to mess with you when you were fuming.

Dragging the drunken body outside, you muster all your strength and throw Jungkook onto the ground. He groans in pain at the contact and your heartstrings tug for a second before returning to your iron expression once again.

“It’s only grass, Jeon. You’ve been slammed countless of times like this in football, stop pretending like it actually hurts.” You roll your eyes as you wait for the boy to get up on his feet. The fresh and brisk air outside seems to have Jungkook sobered up a bit, who tries to push through you to get into the house again.

“Leave me alone, loser.” He mutters, alcohol stenching his breath. “I have to get back to Sora.”

You pull him back to stand in front of you, hands tugging on the collar of his shirt. “I’m saving your ass, you idiot! If President Park finds out about you messing with his precious little daughter, you can kiss your sports scholarship goodbye!”

Your hands release Jungkook when he seems to finally realize the situation that he got himself in, no longer demanding to get back inside. He sucks in a breath of cold air as he kicks the grass on the lawn, obviously aware of the consequences of his actions but still pissed off that you called him out like that.

“Kook, I thought you were better than this.” You groan, pulling your messy locks back from falling forwards. “You-you know that you shouldn’t mess with girls like that. She’s going to take everything for serious! And I can’t let you hurt her like that”

Everything falls silent. Too tired to keep yelling at your friend, you watch as Jungkook stands before you – head looking down with his bangs covering his eyes. The climax of the party continues in the back of the house, muffled music filling up the dead space between you and Jungkook. The unsettling tension is making you crazy until he finally decides to speak again.

“What if the one that’s hurt is me?” Jungkook looks at you for the first time since the two of you have been outside. His eyes are bloodshot and watery, and his pained expression makes your heart clench in sympathy.

“What?” A soft sound escapes your lips, confused to what Jungkook was saying. “What are you even sayi-”

“I lied. I lied to you, Y/N.” Jungkook whispers. “That night, when you asked me if I ever loved someone before and I told you that I didn’t.” He continues when you pull his hand into yours as support, feeling relieved at the contact. “I was wrong.” Jungkook looks up into the night sky, in attempt to keep his gleaming tears from falling. But it was no use, it was just too easy to be himself – not the infamous bad boy that the campus knew him as – whenever you’re around.

“That feeling you mentioned, I didn’t- I just didn’t know what you were talking about. Until today, when I saw Jimin’s hands around her.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath and shudder, needing a moment to get over his rush of emotions that was overwhelming him. You take this time to bring him to the sidewalk curb, sitting down with him beside you.

“I’m in love, Y/N. With my own fucking best friend.” A series of soft cries escape from Jungkook’s lips, leaning onto your shoulder as support. You didn’t realize that he was crying until you felt his tears staining your skin underneath the t-shirt. You should’ve noticed the signs. It was bound to happen – the way he looks at her, the way he smiles when she does, and the way he suffers when he saw Jimin with his beloved. You should have realized that Jeon Jungkook was in love with Lee Daeun.

Wrapping your arm around the boy, you slowly smooth down his back, trying to give the best form of comfort as you can. It hurts you as well, seeing your friend breakdown in front of you like that. You understood that at times like these, all you really needed was a shoulder to cry on and a person to listen to you.

“I know it’s hard, Kook. Just let it all out.” You whisper, feeling him tighten his embrace around you. Jungkook was drunk for sure, but it was the fact that he was drunk which made him able to express the feelings that he would have never done when sober. A regular bystander would have been confused at the scene of a tall and built boy hunched over a small girl like you for support. But that was the friendship you had with Jungkook, and you wouldn’t settle for anything less.

After a few minutes of silence, Jungkook was finally able to stop his sobbing and waterworks. He finally calms down and looks up at you in a pout.

“You lied too, Y/N.” He frowns like an upset puppy. “You told me that it would be the best feeling ever but I just feel like shit right now.”

Oh, he was definitely drunk. You never thought you would be alive to see the day where Jeon Jungkook is acting cute in front of you but boy, are you impressed at how good of a job he was doing. Letting out a small chuckle, you pinch his little scrunched up nose.

“Come on, you big baby. Let’s get you some rest.”

You swore to yourself that dragging up a drunk Kim Taehyung would be the last of your encounters with drunk frat boys. You were wrong. Dealing with a drunk Jeon Jungkook was a whole new experience. The boy acted like he was 7 again, curious at everything he saw - including that very interesting Alpha Sig flag hung against the wall - as if he hasn’t been seeing it everyday since he entered college.

After a tedious journey up the stairs, you turn right to bring Jungkook into his room. He falls onto his bed like a bowl of cooked spaghetti, making you laugh at the scene before you. It was not the first time you’ve been in his room, Jungkook always invited you over to chill whenever another girl wasn’t keeping him occupied or when Daeun wasn’t spending time with him. You still remember the first time when you met his roommate – “A GIRL ON JUNGKOOK’S BED THAT HE’S NOT FUCKING? Unbelievable.” – Yep, Jung Hoseok was definitely a memorable character. Without Jungkook constantly bothering you to show you his collection of funny memes and dog videos – which you swear, is like a bottomless pit – you could finally settle down to observe the artwork plastered on his walls.

It is easy to forget sometimes that Jeon Jungkook is an Art Major. But honestly, who doesn’t, when all he does is fuck girls in his spare time. Taking in a moment to admire his pieces, you realize that Jungkook doesn’t really like drawing people – most of his canvas illustrate breath-taking sceneries and complex building artwork. You were about to reach for his personal sketchbook – laid on top of his drawer – when a sound interrupts you.

A person behind you clears his throat to capture your attention. It was probably Hoseok though, curious to why Jungkook was in his bed when a party was going on downstairs. You realized that you probably had to make up a story to why Alpha Sig’s favourite sophomore was now partially passed out and hopefully, get some help with the very handful baby ‘Kookie’ – yes, Jungkook’s currently referring to himself in third person. Don’t ask why.

“Hey, Hobi. Jungkook and I were jus-”

The air in your throat gets stuck when you meet eyes with him, the one that you’d been low-key avoiding since you’ve befriended Jungkook. And it wasn’t Jung Hoseok standing at the doorway.

“So, you and Jeon, huh?” A familiar low voice speaks in the dark, as President of Alpha Sig – Kim Namjoon – walks into the room. “I never would’ve guessed.”

Great, it was your turn to be all emotional and overwhelmed. But you really shouldn’t. It’s already been like – what, three years? – since your last encounter with him. You were going to approach Namjoon with confidence, you’ve decided, you were no longer the shy teenage girl that asked him for help in Mathematics.

“Hey Joon, it’s been a long time.” You break into a smile, hoping that he wouldn’t see past your mask. “Great party, I must say.”

If you had only one word to describe Namjoon right now, it would be that he actually looks displeased at your lack of hostility towards him. It made sense though. Girls were either screaming at him in anger, sobbing uncontrollably over their heartbreak, or smiling like a vixen trying to get his attention. After all, it just wasn’t easy being the President of the biggest fraternity at school.

Namjoon takes a step closer to you, his lips between his fingers and looking a bit nervous. “I didn’t know that you came to our parties, Peanut.” You can’t help but quiver at the nickname that he had given you back in high school, it had been so long since you’ve heard that word again.

“Peanut, for your short size.” The dimples on Namjoon’s cheeks deepen as he grins, obviously very proud of the nickname he had come up with.

“I’m not short, Joon. You’re just a giant.” You mutter as you feign irritation, eyes not leaving the page in the textbook. But who were you kidding, how could you be focused when Kim Namjoon – the senior that you had been crushing on for 4 years – is now sitting in front of you, teaching you calculus.

“Fine by me.” He laughs. “That makes me even better at protecting my little peanut then.” Namjoon’s deep voice echoed in the library, earning an angry ‘shh’ from the librarian, and making you giggle.

Hiding the smile that was tugging at your lips, you raise your head to return the older boy’s gaze. “Perhaps you should protect yourself from Mrs. Oh’s flaming fury first.” Your eyes twinkle with playfulness, and the both of you burst into a small fit of laughter.

In your eyes, nobody shined brighter than Kim Namjoon. You had invested all your feelings and time towards the older boy, and although neither of you openly expressed your affection towards each other, you just knew that Namjoon felt the same way you did. And when he announced that he was heading to Seoul for university, it broke your heart and you went home crying for 5 hours – straight.

“You’ll come join me, right?” Everyone had already gone home after school, with only several student council members left to complete some unfinished work. You and Namjoon stood outside the school building, on a break before joining the rest of the members. “It would be really nice if we went to the same university, you know.” The tender smile on his lips make you blush, although your heart still clenched at the fact that he was leaving you.

“Yeah.” You mumble, looking away as you lean against the metal rail in attempt to hide your sadness. And in a split second, Namjoon closes the distance between the two of you until you could feel his body up against your own. It was the closest that you had ever been with the boy.

“Say it like you mean it.” A low whisper erupts from Namjoon’s throat. “I won’t take no for an answer.” His fingers wrap around your face to bring you closer, and his grip loosens when you finally meet his gaze.

“I’ll be there. So please wait for me, Joon.” You breathe and smile, faces still close to each other as you take a moment to appreciate the warmth that was being emitted from him.

In your final year of high school, you studied harder than you ever had in your life, with dreams of joining Namjoon at one of the top universities in Korea. There was no time to play and spend time with your friends, dedicating all your efforts to make it to your dream school. All your classmates and friends were surprised at how determined you were, unknown to the implicit vow between you and Kim Namjoon. It was difficult to understand how you had the faith to keep going, despite the fact that you had stopped contacting Namjoon after his graduation. And even when you received your much anticipated acceptance letter, you kept it as a secret, hoping to surprise him when September comes.

But perhaps he couldn’t wait long enough.

“You should’ve told me, I would’ve kept you company.” Namjoon smiles, acting as if there wasn’t any awkwardness sitting in the background. “What kind of a host would I be if I didn-” You raise your hand to stop him, not interested in continuing this small talk.

“Look Joon, I don’t know what you’re trying to do here and I’m not interested in playing your little games. Honestly, what do you even want fro-”

“I missed hearing that.”

“What.”

“I missed being called Joon.”

You can’t help but scoff. “Well,” The music from below suddenly dulls down, as if your ears automatically block the sound out. “you’ve lost your chance already.” There was not a hint of wavering in your words, it was full of confidence and determination – and Namjoon didn’t like that one bit.

The rooms still into an awkward silence, until Namjoon’s voice erupts in sudden anger. “Why-“ His voice cracks, his tone higher than usual. “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT EVEN MAD AT ME?” He shouts as the surge of frustration pent throughout the years rise in his veins. “Can’t you just do something- something. Yell at me, scream at me! Fucking hit me for goodness sake- because I’m sure as hell know I deserve it!”

You respond to Namjoon’s emotional outburst with a poker face, waiting for him to calm down before replying. “I can’t hold you against on some unspoken promise that we made as kids, Joon. It was child’s play for good-“

“So that’s all it was to you? A little joke that we made as teenagers? God Y/N- did you even care about me before?” His body was now so threateningly close to you, and if you just lifted your arm to reach for him, you would be able to touch that face that you had missed so dearly, but you can’t – you were no longer the naïve high school girl that believed in the lies that he fed you with. “Your passive attitude really pisses the fuck out of me sometimes, you know.”

And then it hits you, all the heartbreak and sadness from 3 years ago comes running back like a truck slamming against your side. You were just so sick of being misunderstood, pretending like you didn’t give a shit just to mask the constant ache that you were suffering from. “I’d been in love with you for 3 years before you even knew that I’d existed! And now you’re accusing me of never loving you back? God, Kim Namjoon, you’re just- you’re so dense sometimes, you know?” You pause to catch your breath before angrily running your fingers through your hair.

“Well, you obviously don’t show it enou-”

“Do you honestly not know why?” A cold laugh escapes your lips. “How could I? How am I supposed to forget the fact that you left me alone at my first party in college, only to find another girl’s mouth wrapped around your dick?”

“Peanut, I-”

“And you know what’s the most pathetic part? It must be the goddamn muscle memory because my heart still clenches in pain whenever I see you!” You explode, screaming as your tears stream uncontrollably down your cheeks. “It’s like a fucking constant reminder of how much I loved you before. And it hurts – a lot.”

Namjoon looks stunned at your outburst, hands reaching to wipe your tears away, but you slap it away from you – not wanting him to touch you at all. “You said you would protect me, but the only thing that I needed protecting from is you.” Your voice was as quiet as a whisper now, suddenly feeling drained from releasing your emotions.

Seeing you like this, all he wanted to do was to pull you into an embrace and hug you really, really tightly, as if he could squeeze out all the tears so that you wouldn’t be sad anymore. But like you said, he knew he had already lost his chance – so he maintains his distance before speaking again. “I was young, reckless, and really fucking stupid, okay? I know I messed up, and I wish that words could express how sorry I am but-” Namjoon croaks, unable to finish his sentence. “God, you’re making a mistake with Jeon here.”

“We’re just friends.” You murmur. “Just leave us alone, Joon. I’m too tired to talk anymore.”

The Alpha Sig President gives you one more look in the eye, knowing that it was useless to try to convince you right now – not when you were unwilling to talk to him.

“I’ll go, Peanut.” He mumbles, “But don’t think that I’m going to give up on you like that. I messed up once, I’m not going to do it twice.” Namjoon smiles softly with determination, then turns around and exits the room.

God, you were such a mess right now. You swore that you would never let Kim Namjoon emotionally wreck you like that – but here you are again. You could feel your makeup running down your face and body sticky with all that spilled vodka and perspiration, needing a shower. Grabbing a clean towel from Jungkook’s drawer, you enter his shared bathroom with Hoseok, ready to clean yourself up. As the bedroom dims when you shut the bathroom door behind you, Jungkook lies on his bed – eyes opening and facing the ceiling.

Showers are magical, and you thank the Ancient Greeks for this wonderful invention. Feeling refreshed and clean, you walk out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around your wet hair. However, it still slightly bothered you that you were wearing your dirty and alcohol stenched clothes, but there wasn’t much you could do about it though.

“Mmmpfh…” Jungkook groans, face rubbing against his pillow when the light from the bathroom stirs him in his sleep. You walk over to sit on the edge of the bed, smoothing out his bed head through your fingers.

“Hey Kook, you feeling better now?” You chuckle at his squished cheek, making his lips perch like a rubber duck. “I used your shower by the way, I hope that’s okay with you.” Jungkook lets out a muffled ‘Mmmm’ as a response, probably still semi-conscious for trying to rupture his kidney.

“I’m going to head home now, the party’s probably ending soon. I’ll go let Hoseok know and-”

“No. Stay.” Jungkook’s arm suddenly wraps around your waist, whining like a baby.

Yeah. He’s definitely still drunk.

“I can’t. You know I can’t fall asleep in dirty clothes.” You laugh, trying to untangle his tight hold around you. But you underestimated him, a drunk Jeon was still a strong Jeon.

“Just take something from my closet, or something…” Jungkook’s voice ends up being a mumble and you were sure that he wasn’t going to let go unless you were here to stay.

“Fine, fine. I’ll stay.” You reassure him, which oddly reminds you of how a mother talks to her child. “Just let me go get changed first.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Jungkook cautiously releases his arm, eyes following your figure as he watches you walk to the closet – feeling relieved that it wasn’t the door instead. The boy looks away to give you some privacy when you start removing your jacket, before grabbing something from his wardrobe.

After changing, you slip into the covers beside Jungkook, feeling warm at the body heat that he was emitting. With the comforter softly wrapping around your body, you were surrounded by Jungkook’s smell. Honestly, you had expected it to be a combination of wet dog and freshly mowed grass – not that you had imagined what his sheets would smell like before – but instead, it was a mixture of washed cotton sheets with a hint of sea breeze. And you definitely didn’t hate it. It wasn’t in your nature to just sleep with a boy like this, making you wonder if you were stepping outside the boundaries with Jungkook. But then again, you trusted him. Jungkook would do nothing to hurt you, just like how you would make sure that nothing could harm him.

Your worrying thoughts eventually carry you past the stage of consciousness, falling into deep slumber and mind wandering to dreamland.

You would imagine waking up to a boy to be something like – opening your eyes to find his chest right in front you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and his gentle, even breaths on the top of your head. You also guessed that if Jeon Jungkook had the experience of sleeping with so many girls, he would have at least decent sleeping etiquette. But boy, were you wrong.

Instead, you find yourself on the carpet floor, shivering cold without a single blanket around. Jungkook’s head slowly appears in your vision, peering at you from above with eyes still half closed.

“Why the fuck are you down there, loser?” He mumbles incoherently, obviously still dazed from his sleep.

You take a deep breath. “Don’t get angry…don’t get angry.” Shutting your eyes, you talk to yourself to calm this raging fireball that was threatening to explode. “He’s going through a bad heartbreak right, be nice…be kind…be considera-”

“Stop talking to yourself like that, you’re being weird – why am I even friends with you?”

That’s it.

Grabbing the pillow on the bed, you quickly raise to your feet and slam it against his face. Jungkook’s face falls flat onto his mattress like a ragdoll, before a loud groan escapes from his throat. The boy would never lose any opportunity to be dramatic – you’ve realized. Finally, after a long moment of ‘recovery’ – even though it’s a pillow for goodness’ sake – Jungkook turns his head to glare at you in a very threatening way – he thinks.

“What was that for!” He whines, hands still clutching his cheek where you had hit him.

“Punishment for kicking me off the bed, you brat.” You mutter angrily. “And being an asshole this early in the morning – I didn’t get my coffee to deal with you yet.”

Jungkook frowns at your rough attitude, obviously missing the gentleness you had talked to him with last night. “I don’t care, it still hurts.”

“Dude, it’s practically feathers and-“

“I don’t care. Make me breakfast as compensation.” He grumpily crosses his arms – but quickly stands up when he sees you walking away from him. “Wait– where are you going?”

Turning your head, you peek to smile devilishy at Jungkook.

“Kookie, you should’ve just told me that you wanted to try my cooking.”

And Jungkook’s cheeks redden furiously.

When Jungkook requested that you make breakfast for him, you didn’t know that he was going to be following you wherever you went. He was constantly asking whether you needed help doing this, doing that – desperate to take part in this ‘fun activity’, he quotes. But honestly, getting Jungkook to stay away from the scorching stove and sharp knives would be the biggest help he can bring. So instead, you handed him small tasks to keep him occupied, like washing the rice and potatoes for the stew.

“Why do we need this many potatoes for 2 people anyways? I’m a big eater but I can’t eat that much.” He groans, but still diligently scrubbing the root vegetables with a brush.

“Jungkook, I’m not going to breakfast for only two people when there’s a whole pack of hungry wolves- I mean boys in this house.” You chuckle lightly at your own joke – god, you crack yourself up sometimes.

“Uh – yes, you can.” He states matter of a factly. “We can just let them starve!” You feel his grin at the back of your head, amused at the idea of making his brothers suffer in hunger.

“That would be mean, you little shit.” The kitchen starts to fill with the smell of pork bone, simmering in low boiling heat. “And you know, I’m just too nice of a person to do that.” Jungkook groans and mutters something unintelligible, the running water blocking out his sounds. “Why are you so grumpy anyway? Last time I checked, you’re too old to get cranky after waking up.”

The sound of the water running stops behind you, feeling Jungkook’s presence right beside. He seems unwilling to move away unless you give him your full, undivided attention. You mouth ‘what’ at the boy and he is still carrying that frown on his face.

“Are you seriously asking me that?” He squints his eyes narrowly at you. “You had only one job, Y/N.” Jungkook’s hand is now holding yours, stopping you from stirring the stew. He was really keen on making you stop multi-tasking, huh? “And you decided to mess that up by wearing Hobi hyung’s clothes instead of mine!”

You let out a loud and very unattractive snort, amused to what was keeping the boy so bothered all morning. “You guys share the same closet, how am I supposed to know?” You shrug apathetically, stifling the smirk on your lips from upsetting Jungkook even more.

“Mine is obviously the side with the better clothes, duh.” Jungkook replies. “And what kind of girl wears this when she’s stealing from a guy’s wardrobe.” He points to your fuzzy green sweater and loose sweatpants that was mopping dust everywhere you went.

You slap his hand away, before resuming on stirring your stew. “Hey! Don’t make fun of Hobi’s sense of style like that. It just so happens to be that I love this look, okay?”

Jungkook groans, leaving you alone to go back to his dirty and neglected potatoes. “God, do you know how many girls nag me to wear my t-shirts? That’s what normal girls do, okay? They steal a loose tee that shows off their legs, with goals of igniting a man’s protectiveness ov-”

“AGHHHHHH!” A loud, animal-like screech come out from the sofa in the living room. You and Jungkook turn heads to the source of the sound, finding Hoseok running over to you like a wild horse. He puts his hands on your shoulders, leaning in a bit too close for your liking.

“Y/N!” He gasps, still catching his breath for waking up too abruptly. “Did – did something…happen between us last night?” Hoseok’s eyes are widened to an abnormal size, strangely reminding you of an owl.

“Hobi, you slept on the sofa whole night.” You snort again, but still trying to sound convincing that nothing weird happened between the two of you. And Hoseok’s panicked expression finally dissipate at your words.

“Oh...Oh right.” He slows down, finally giving you a space to breathe. “But why are you wearing my clothes?” He asks, confused to how his favorite green sweater was on you. Your index finger immediately points to the boy beside you without a moment of hesitation.

“Jungkook told me that his clothes were too precious and told me to wear yours because they were ugly.” You innocently blinked at Hoseok, feeling Jungkook’s widen eyes evolve into a glare burning a hole at the side of your face.

There was a brief pause before Jung Hoseok let out his most ear-destroying cry yet.

As expected, food was the true love of all living males. The aroma of your freshly made breakfast attracted the whole house to the kitchen, wanting to get a taste of food that made their mouths salivate. It was rare that homemade food existed in the house, let alone a piping hot breakfast that was perfect for post-party hangover. Even Min Yoongi, a non-believer of mornings, decided to join the rest of the boys for the meal.

Jungkook was cautiously sitting away from Hoseok, who you’ve always thought to possess a deadly uppercut– and proved your point today. The younger boy chewed his rice angrily beside you, still unpleased with your little joke from before. You cheerfully pick a huge piece of meat from the table, putting into Jungkook’s bowl as a peace offering.

“Don’t think that I’ve forgiven you yet.” He mumbles, but takes a bite of the meat without hesitation.

Breakfast had successfully brought all of Alpha Sig – Kim Namjoon included – together for a nice bonding time with overlapping conversation so loud that nobody had even noticed the sound of the front door opening. Kim Taehyung was just grabbing the last piece of rolled omelette when a female voice catches the attention of the whole table.

“Wow, it really smells amazing in here! Is there some left for me?” Lee Daeun walks into the dining room – her long, straight hair swaying behind her as she makes way to sit with Jimin.

You don’t fail to notice how Jungkook freezes at the sight of his best friend – the one that he’s so deeply in love with.

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