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Bundle of Love Pt.4 [Jungkook]

Originally posted by donewithjeon

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Summary: Jeon Jungkook - Golden Maknae of famous group BTS. He was charming, lovable, sweet, adorable and everything else girls swooned over. However, it was all act - he couldn’t care less about anyone’s feelings, and used his fame to have one night stands with girls who were impressed by his money and fame. You, a loyal yet naive fan of Kpop have finally gotten the chance to meet your favourite gorup, BTS. What exactly happens when one of the members, and your ulimate bias, Jeon Jungkook, seems to take an interest to you?

Word Count: 7,365

Type: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warning: Bad language

Member: Jungkook from BTS

A/N: Becuase i had no plans this weekend, I found time to write up this chapter! This chapter is basically your date with Jungkook, so i apologise if this chapter was a bore. Don’t worry though, there wll be drama-filled chapters coming your way very soon! I hope you precious baby stars enjoy this new part! Love youuu! x

Happy reading! x

“I’m going on a date with Jeon Jungkook.” You spoke to your own reflection in your crystal clear mirror as you stared deeply into your own pair of glittery eyes. A chuckle fell from your lips, an amused smile curving your nude lips as you added on, “Never thought I’d be able to say that.”

You briefly chuckled once more at your humorous self, holding your gaze with your own reflection for one last second before you swiftly turned on the heels of your bare feet and padded back into your warm bedroom and out of the blistering cold mini bathroom that gave your skin goosebumps. Your eyes instantly set upon the outfit that was put together by who you were assuming were BTS’ stylists. The package had been delivered to you by BigHit themselves earlier that morning when the sun had merely just began shining upon your campus grounds. Curious as ever, you looked inside the package the second the plastic bag was in your possession and an over-exaggerated gasp fell from your nude lips, the gasp drying up all the moisture in your throat in the blink of an eye.

You walked over to where it was placed on your unmade and all-in-all messy bed, unzipping the plastic bag and humming in satisfaction as you revealed the entire outfit to yourself.

This was certainly going to grab people’s attention.

Keeping that very thought in mind, something powerful and exhilarating had clicked within you like a sudden boost of positive energy and you were ready to take on the world in that outfit made for a goddess. Even if you were supposed to take on the world in such a gorgeous outfit on a date with Jungkook, who you hadn’t entirely forgiven just yet.

There was no reason to, in all honestly. He hadn’t apologised for what he had said back at the fan-signing event, he did not approach you to discuss whatever it is he may want to clarify with you or anything in that manner — as far as you knew, he didn’t even spare you a single glance since you had left him confused and in-denial a few days ago. Of course he didn’t want anything to do with the baby, that was expected, but this whole act of his where he pretended as if you didn’t even exist was something that was totally uncalled for and unnecessary might you add.

 If he didn’t want anything to do with the baby, then he didn’t have to inform others about your pregnancy like you assumed he did. You weren’t going to bother him about it anyways. It was pretty clear that he wasn’t the nicest person to be around when bothered. And even if you weren’t exactly finically stable to raise your child, there was still an option of putting your unborn child up for adoption after you gave birth to them, that way you could somewhat continue with the life you had before you met Jungkook. However, as of right now, this moment in time, you couldn’t see yourself giving up your little bundle of joy to someone else.

You were selfish and wanted him or her all to yourself. No matter how difficult it may be to give him or her the life of happiness and love they truly deserved.

You had gotten yourself dressed more quickly than it took for you to apply your stellar make-up that was bound to have people give it a second glance. Once you had finished getting yourself ready for your date with Jungkook, you plotted yourself onto your bed, your jet black high heel boots dangling off the bed as you checked the time on your phone screen.

 Jungkook was late.

 Well, you should of seen it coming. You would also be rather reluctant to show up on a date you weren’t all that enthusiastic about too.

 While you were mindlessly scrolling through timelines and dashboards on multiple social networking sites with your eyes glued to your bright phone screen, Jungkook was wondering around the campus of your university like a scared lost puppy.

 Before the meeting yesterday had ended, Jungkook’s manager gave out clear instructions on how your date was suppose to run. One of these instructions was that Jungkook would have to fetch you from your dormitory on your university campus, for what reason he did not know. He guessed it was probably because if someone had caught him travelling to your school campus and posted it online, it would be just the beginning of the mighty fire of questions asked concerning your ‘relationship’.

 Surprisingly, Jungkook wasn’t as reluctant to go on this date as you might of thought he was. In addition to that, he also didn’t plan on showing up late, he actually left the fairly large dormitory he lived in with the rest of the BTS earlier than expected, he just managed to lose himself on the enormous campus you called home.

 Any thoughts of your date, your pregnancy, his comeback with his group had all vanished when he had set foot on the grassy greens of your widely spread campus that brought an immediate sense of belonging to whoever walked onto the premises. Jungkook had always wondered what it was like to attend university, seeing as he never got the opportunity to have that experience since he was too busy travelling the world and performing for adoring fans everywhere. It was most definitely true that Jungkook enjoyed the bright spotlight — who wouldn’t love having loving and loyal fans on most continents stating and showing their love for you? However, Jungkook was still a human being. He was still a nineteen year old that played video games too much, loved to get together with old friends and chat about fond memories in which they shared and wanted to enrich his education on the world he lived in.

 He desired having that college experience where he’d have mini freak out sessions because he put off doing three assignments due the next day because he was too preoccupied with less important things. He wanted to have his own seat he would regularly sit in at the public library with his earphones in whilst stealing glances at the beautiful girl with an ethereal mind who would always browse the fantasy section. He even fantasied about those legendary parties he wouldn’t even remember the next day, but could just tell he had an amazing time parting with random strangers and close friends. All he wanted to be was to be normal. But he also wanted to be famous and have so many people love him and appreciate the work he put in to have BTS become the big success it was.

He couldn’t have both, and that was beginning to not sit well with him.

  Miraculously, as his feet had a mind of their own and took him to wherever they desired to go, he just so happened to stumble upon the block of dormitories you happened to live in after taking a few minutes to watch in both fascination and envy as your local team of baseball players were attempting to score home runs.

He missed playing baseball.

  “Can I help you?” A light and sweet voice asked Jungkook, pulling him out of the thoughts he seemed to always drown himself in. He blinked momentarily, still a little lost with his current surroundings, but was quick to regain his proper eye-sight as he laid his eyes upon a ginger haired doe eyed girl that was at least forty centimetres shorter than him. “You look kind of lost.”

“Oh yeah, I am.” Jungkook confirmed with a sheepish smile, his wet tongue running over his chapped pair of lips before he asked the ginger haired girl. “Do you happen to know Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah, I know her!” The short girl answered with a beaming smile at the mention of your name.

  Seems like she likes you. I wonder how many others like you, Jungkook thought to himself as he observed how alive the ginger haired girl became when he asked about you.

 "Oh, good. Do you happen to know where her dorm is?“ Jungkook asked her as he shoved his ice cold hands into the pockets of his toasty and chic black winter coat.

 "I do.” The ginger haired girl replied with less enthusiasm as she casted Jungkook a skeptical look. She crossed her arms over her chest, a clear sign that showed she was questioning Jungkook’s intentions as she asked him with furrowed eyebrows, “Who are you anyway?”

Who was Jungkook to you?

 A person who you had the pleasure of having a one night stand with? A person who just so happened to get you pregnant? A life-ruiner? Someone you were possibly in love with?

As of that moment in time, Jungkook was none of those things mentioned above. He was your— “I’m her boyfriend.”

 Once those three words and fourteens letters had escaped the confinements of Jungkook’s cold bitten lips, there was no way in which he couldn’t take them back. The odd thing about it was, when he actually informed the girl about who he was to you, he didn’t cringe, he didn’t grit his teeth, he didn’t clench his hands into fists. He did none of that. Why? Because it was natural.

 It was almost as if Jungkook was born into this planet and had the sole purpose of possessing the title of your boyfriend with the way he responded to the short girl’s inquiry with such ease.

 The doe eyed girl looked surprised by the news. Jungkook couldn’t tell whether it was the possibility that you didn’t date much and having a boyfriend was something very rare in your life, or the fact that Jeon Jungkook, famous maknae of BTS, was your boyfriend. Either way, the girl still would of been shocked to her very core as she ended up pointing down the hallway of the block of dormitories they stood outside of, “Her room is the last room down the hallway.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook bowed respectfully, biding the ginger haired short beauty farewell before he was on his way to your dormitory as planned, Jungkook having entirely missed the silver heart shaped necklace around the girl’s neck with the name 'Park Jimin’ precisely engraved on it.

 She was one of the firsts to have knowledge about your relationship with Jungkook, and she surely wasn’t the last. Particularly when she whipped out her phone, speed tweeting to her dozens of followers while taking in shallow breaths about her encounter with Jungkook and the news of your relationship.

 As the girl added her own tank of fuel to the blossoming ferocious fire of questions about your relationship with Jungkook, Jungkook himself made his way down the relatively silent hallway he had yet to come across another living soul. As he approached your door that had multiple authentic and aesthetically pleasing signs to keep out, he was able to hear the audible sounds of what sounded like GOT7’s new comeback song and couldn’t help to snicker to himself.

 You were such a fangirl.

 He knocked on your door with a little more force than he usually used since the music you were playing might drown out the sound, which it did since you had not alerted Jungkook of you walking to the door. He knocked again, louder this time around to try his luck, and still you hadn’t opened your door because you were too preoccupied with losing yourself in the sounds of GOT7. Shaking his head, Jungkook took a gamble and attempted to open the door, surprised to find out that the door was unlocked but instantly halted once he took one step inside your dormitory when he laid his eyes on you aggressively shaking your butt, before going onto shaking your shoulders and turning around.

  If there was a word in the English language, or any language for that matter, that could describe how embarrassed, humiliated and mortified you were when discovering the presence of Jungkook, who had probably seen you viciously shaking your butt, you would most definitely use that word a thousand times over to describe how you felt in that moment.

With widened eyes that were starting to collect water within them and a jaw dropped down to the depths of hell, you witnessed as Jungkook laughed. And by laughed, you mean he hunched over with his hands on his knees and laughed until tears left his eyes and his stomach ached.

 You had never been so humiliated in your existence.

Nevertheless, you attempted as best as you could to regain some dignity with red flushed cheeks as you asked loudly, “Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

 Wiping the reminder of his tears of laughter, Jungkook let out a pleased sigh as he responded to you with an dirty snigger, “I knocked twice but you didn’t hear me. You were too busy shaking your butt to hear me.”

You had never stepped forward and slapped someone on the shoulder as rapidly as you did with Jungkook. Despite being slapped by your powerful five fingers, Jungkook began to laugh again, less dramatically this time with his hand over the painful spot on his arm.

Shut up, Jungkook!” You yelled out with a slight pout to disguise the embarrassment you had the displeasure of experiencing. “And you’re late, so you have no reason to be laughing.”

“I didn’t plan of being late, I got lost when I arrived on this campus.” Jungkook explained to you with a brief snicker, covering up his snicker with an awkward cough when he caught you crossing your arms over your chest. Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, looking directly into your eyes and he apologised somewhat sincerely, “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try not to get lost next time.”

And?” You inquired with a playfully raised eyebrow, a smirk of satisfaction curving your beautifully plump lips as you watched Jungkook roll his eyes for only a second before you heard him say, “And I’m sorry I barged in on your intense twerking session.”

Jungkook received yet another slap from you.

After having to listen to Jungkook childishly whining about how you were abusing his precious skin and probably created a bruise that fans would no doubt question, you two left the comfort of your semi-clean dormitory that Jungkook observed to have quite the collection of Kpop posters pasted to the ash grey walls. As the two of you briskly walked alongside on another, a mixture of both an awkward yet calming silence made itself comfortable with the air surrounding you both, you failed to notice the girl that assisted Jungkook in finding your dormitory discreetly followed behind you two with her phone in hand, snapping as many pictures as her phone with limited space would allow her to, the girl posting proof of Jungkook’s presence at her university and receiving more attention from ARMYs all over the world who had one question, and one question only.

 Were you two in fact dating?

It wouldn’t take much longer for their countless questions to have some sort of confirmation to them as Jungkook and you arrived at the train station nearest to your campus after a short walk that took only ten minutes, and hopped onto the train that was about to close its door on you if you hadn’t been yanked inside by your date, the dashing Jeon Jungkook.

 Since Jungkook had decided last minute that he would just yank you inside the train to avoid any part of your body to be tragically crushed by the train doors, he was unprepared for how much force he used when pulling you inside that resulted in you crashing right into his chest. The moment your bodies collided, flustered blushes decorated your freezing cold-bitten cheeks and neither of you were sure as to how to react. However, seeing as the train now began moving as all the seats were taken by tired business men, sweet elderly women or the occasional young teenager, you had no choice but to wrap your arms around Jungkook, embracing the father of your unborn child tightly almost like you feared your life while listening to the thundering beat of Jungkook’s heart.

He was nervous. You were relaxed.

Out of all the things you could of possibly done under your certain circumstances, you strangely chose to embrace Jungkook as tightly as you could without taking away the needed oxygen from the man’s lungs. It was strange, it was odd, it was just plain weird, yet Jungkook still found his one arm slowly circling around your body to secure your safety in his arm while his other hand tried its best to grip the yellow metal pole placed in the middle of the train as firmly as he could because he knew he could lose his balance at any moment with the way some trains abruptly halted when they arrived at a station.

Embracing the person you were outraged by just days ago was something that wasn’t common, or never had taken place in your life or someone else’s. But then again, there was nothing exactly mundane about your relationship with Jungkook, so this was just another thing added to your ever-growing list of things to have occurred during the time in which you knew Jungkook.

 In an effort to relax yourself yourself in your somewhat awkward position, you had resorted to peacefully resting your head on Jungkook’s rising chest, breathing in his masculine cologne that had a touch of vanilla essence as you mostly relied on him to keep you from stumbling in your position.

 Fans of the insanely popular group, BTS that were simply taking the train on their way home were in a state of pure astonishment as they gazed upon their glorious Jungkook, with his arm wrapped around a girl they did not know the name of, but were going to soon enough. Those three fans on the train were quick in retrieving their mobile phones from wherever they might of been, trying to go unnoticed by Jungkook and others on the train as they subtly took pictures of the two of you looking quite cozy on the train together. Unfortunately, one of the fans had made the mistake of not checking if her phone was set on silent and when she had taken her picture, anyone on the train was able to hear it.

  Both you and Jungkook acted as if you hadn’t noticed the sound unlike the other passengers on the train that casted the embarrassed girl a curious glance. You two seemed to be in your own little world of blissful love and content as Jungkook easily rested his chin ontop of your head as he blankly gazed ahead of him. On the other hand, there was no denying that your body tensed when the audible click of her camera going off made its way into your ears, or when you felt your heart hammering against your own bruised chest as Jungkook’s chin laid itself upon your scalp.

 He was relaxed. You were nervous.

The two of you remained in your small world filled with tranquil silences and euphoric thoughts up until you heard Jungkook whisper to you that the train was approaching your destination. You won’t tell a lie, you weren’t exactly about arriving at your station because that would mean that you would have to remove yourself from his warm embrace that you could of so easily fell asleep in if it weren’t for the fact you were standing on a moving train, but ended up doing so anyway as you turned yourself around, holding onto the pole to steady your balance.

When the train had halted, opening its doors to allow people to exit and enter, both you and Jungkook strolled all the way to the exit, alongside one another as you climbed up the stairs that led you to the young and crispy night that sent unpleasant shivers down your spine. Stupidly, since you were too distracted with hitting Jungkook because of how humiliated you felt with him walking in on you dancing, taking a coat with you had completely slipped your mind and you were forced to deal with those harsh and cold consequences.

 You hugged yourself in an attempt to provide warmth to yourself, only taking one step before you heard Jungkook’s voice say to you, “Here. Take my coat.”

 You turned your head in the direction of the boy, acting as if you hadn’t heard what you just heard while your widened eyes blinked repeatedly. Sure, you and Jungkook weren’t on the greatest of terms with one another, causing everything between the two of you to become a product of awkwardness, but that didn’t mean anything when Jungkook witnessed you shivering at the mildly cold weather.

 "No, no, no! I’m fine.“ You insisted with a flustered smile. "I’m okay. I’ve got this sweater on anyways.”

“No, you’re not.” Jungkook replied with the shake of the head, the both of you stopping in your footsteps as Jungkook began to remove his coat.

 You stuck your hands out immediately, your palms facing Jungkook as you quickly responded to his reply, “Keep the coat!”

 Jungkook rolled his eyes in annoyance at your stubbornness, now well aware that there was no convincing of you taking his coat. And the only other way in which you would wear the coat to protect yourself from the blistering cold of the night was if Jungkook used force.

 Suddenly, before you could even fathom what was taking place, Jungkook had stepped forward and draped his addictive cologne scented coat onto your shoulders, the mere coat placed on your shoulders instantly providing you with a warmth that made your stomach do summersaults. Or was it because of Jungkook’s sweet gesture?

Sheepishly, you wore the toasty warm chic black coat that coincidentally coordinated with the dark colours of your black and navy blue outfit, this leaving Jungkook in his black thick sweater that you couldn’t help but doubt shielded him for the freezing cold of the outside world. Despite your multiple pleas for Jungkook to take back his coat, he acted as if he didn’t hear you and took you by your hand, by your cold hand, and started your journey to who knows where.

  The two of you weren’t exactly given an itinerary for what you were supposed to do on your date. The only goal was to get caught on your date, which was going fairly well, thanks to the ARMYs on the train that snapped a handful of pictures of you two together, as well as the other ARMYs you would come across during the course of the night.

 Seeing as though you two didn’t have any agenda except for being spotted by loyal fans, you ended up aimlessly walking around the roaring streets that brought a whole brand new definition to life with its blinding and flashing neon lights, lively and running conversations that consisted of mostly overjoyed laughter and merry atmosphere that could touch anyone’s soul. However, when the two of you caught site of a forming crowd, curiosity had gotten the best of you and you two added to the growing crowd that surrounded the group of fresh-faced juniors in high school performing guess what? Fire by BTS.

 It was simply incredible how you managed to miss the booming sounds of one of the songs that you constantly had on repeat, but forgetting about that for one second, you and Jungkook watched in amazement as the group of boys you could absolutely see debuting at one of the major entertainment companies perfectly executed the difficult choreography without a hitch.

  Since Fire was such a song in which could impress anyone with its catchy beat and get anyone dancing along whether they knew the choreography or not, your body now had a mind of itself as you tried to dance as discreetly as possible while singing along to yourself, “Errbody say la la la la la, say la la la la la.”

 "Are you serious, Y/N?“ You heard Jungkook inquire with an amused snicker, probably having seen you secretly moving along with the group of boys before your very eyes.

 Your head snapped in his direction at the speed of light. ”What? It’s a good song.“

Jungkook couldn’t resist but have himself smile at your behaviour, your fangirl behaviour something that he found rather endearing because it still came to a surprise to him that you were actually a fan. A fan of BTS’ music, a fan of GOT7’s music, and probably a lot more groups that he’d get to know over the duration of your nine months together.

Unfortunately, Jungkook’s short moment of smiles and happiness was cut short when he tore his eyes away from yours, just so happening to look into the wrong direction and lock eyes with evil in its purest form.

What was she doing here?

Out of all the people Jungkook could of come across, he just had to come face-to-face with her. It was like the universe hated Jungkook with its mighty heart and did whatever it possibly could to have Jungkook hate life on Earth.

 Once her black and heartless eyes locked with Jungkook’s, a wicked smirk curved the shape of her thin black lipstick covered lips. Jungkook felt sick to his fucking stomach. And if he stuck around, he was pretty sure he would cause a commotion with how he would throw up at the site of such a twisted, heartless, cold she-devil that Eunae was.

She hadn’t changed much since the last time Jungkook saw her. The only change about her was that her once vibrant admirable short strands of luscious blonde hair was now a longer pure jet black colour that matched her rotting soul. She was still the same girl with long pale legs, plastic-like doe eyes that were complimented by her false freckles that decorated her pale cheeks and a slender body frame. However, unlike before when Jungkook was completely, totally, utterly, head over heels in love with her, he knew now more than ever that she didn’t love him. She didn’t even like him. That made Jungkook feel sick to his fucking stomach.

  Because of all those love-filled memories of their sleepless nights spent together wrapped in silk sheets, whether it was making what Jungkook thought was love in its rawest form or simply holding each other close as they peacefully slept those spring nights away. Those joyful memories of loud overjoyed laughter, fond smiles that were directed at one another and stares full of nothing less than love. Those dreadful, painful memories of how she just left him stranded in a cheap hotel that smelt of cheap ladies perfume and weed, leaving behind a note that shattered his weak heart and had him crying himself to sleep for months on end.

 Those memories came back with just one glance and smirk, and Jungkook could not handle it. Not now, not ever.

  Before Jungkook could completely lose his mind in public, or have the twisted she-devil herself approach him and pretend like she hadn’t ripped his heart out and penetrated his heart, deserting it to bleed out all his love and emotions, he abruptly gripped your hand, pausing your jam session as he instructed through clenched teeth, ”Let’s go.“

The drastic change in his tone of voice caught you off-guard, resulting in you gazing up him to see how prominent his jawline was as he clenched his teeth or how his eyes had solemnly remained one thing and one thing only.

 Something must of been terribly wrong.

 Not wanting to upset Jungkook even more than he already was, you agreed straightaway to his instructions and you two had disappeared from the crowd without a single word. As you set off by foot to wherever an emotionally wrecked Jungkook was dragging you along to, you couldn’t help but glance back a few times to try and see what he changed his mood. What ticked him off. You couldn’t tell, but with the way a sick-looking girl with long dull strands of black hair stared at the two of you as you walked away, you were starting to think that maybe she was the problem. She was the thing that set Jungkook off. You don’t know why, but you had an idea.

 Ten minutes later, the two of you were seated on a pair of old tire swings that hung from even older pieces of wood you didn’t trust in a relatively small and abandoned playground. All that could be heard was the faint sounds of life far away from you two and the sounds of your swings moving. Jungkook seemed like he didn’t want to talk, and although you had questions for him, you figured right now wasn’t the best time to ask them.

 "I’m sorry for just…whatever I did back there.” Jungkook, for the first time ever, apologised sincerely, bringing your undivided attention to him as he sat still in his swing as mindlessly stared down at the gravel covered ground. “I just—I saw…I saw—”

“I know.” You confessed with a light tone to your voice, hesitating at first but going ahead and placing your delicate hand on Jungkook’s shoulder to assure him that you were there for him. “You don’t know have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Since the once young night had gradually began to age as you spent your time in Hongdae, it was fairly dark outside and you couldn’t really make out Jungkook’s features, but when you heard a sniff, you could without a doubt tell what was going on.

He was crying.

 Jungkook was actually crying.

 He wasn’t crying so much that he had to take in sharp breaths and was sniffing constantly, but there were warm tears you couldn’t see slowly making their way down his cold cheeks and occasional sniffs that made your heavy heart filled with love and care feel weightless the more he sniffed.

He sniffed for the last time, taking in a necessary breath as he confirmed with you, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

And that was fine by you. Jungkook wasn’t ready to tell you his story, and you were okay with that. You weren’t going to force it out of him, you were just going to wait, wait until he was ready. Ready to open up old wounds and confess to you about things that broke him down but unknowingly made him stronger as a person. It didn’t matter how long it took, nine days or nine months, you were going to give Jungkook the time he needed because you cared about him.

“That’s fine by me. I can understand.” You responded with a gentle tone, for the first time understanding and relating to something Jungkook was going through. “But just know…if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”

 "Thanks, Y/N.“ Jungkook expressed his gratitude to you, a faint grateful smile blossoming across his face.

 "You’re welcome.” You gave him a weak yet still positive smile. “Do you wanna go to Luxury Su? I’m sure going to a karaoke place will cheer you up.”

Jungkook smiled. You understood him already. “I’d love to.”

With that, you two leaped off your tiny seats of swings and travelled back into the lively setting of Hongdae, hand-in-hand as you weaved through the buzzing dozens of people crowding the streets. As Jungkook guided you towards the famous karaoke place, your eyes seemed to be looking all over the place to find that girl. She seemed to have really spooked Jungkook and you didn’t want that happening again, you didn’t want to see him sad again, therefore you kept yourself on high alert for the girl in sheep’s clothing, unaware of the fluttering your heart was doing at the feeling of Jungkook’s hand holding yours.

 After a twenty minute walk that had a soothing silence between the two of you, you had arrived at the dollhouse-like karaoke place. You were greeted by a garden that looked like a meadow out of a fantasy movie, the two of you making your way inside and going to the front desk right away.

A wave of deja vu washed over you when observing how identical your current reality was to that afternoon and night you spent with Jungkook. Particularly when you heard the female receptionist ask which room you two wanted to rent, as well as when you witnessed Jungkook pay for the room. This resulted in your heart beating rapidly, thoughts of that unforgettable night creeping towards to the front of your mind and forcing you to have brief flashbacks.

  Flashbacks of the sea blue ceiling decorated with twinkling stars. Flashbacks of how Jungkook’s larger hands held yours as he thrusted into you mercilessly. Flashbacks of how good he made you feel. Those flashbacks were coming in hot and heavy, and it put you edge.

 As you were forced to relive those flashbacks with a dazed facial expression, Jungkook had escorted you towards the room you two were renting that just like the movie house you two rented a month ago, was the last room down the hallway. Jungkook held the room-card to the scanner, the door giving off a sound to notify the two of you the door had been unlocked and Jungkook held the door open for you.

 Mumbling a quiet thanks, you stepped foot inside the room and were in such a state of awe at how the room had been decorated. A variety of neon lights flashed in several directions (including into your eye), porcelain glass floor that wasn’t made for shoes to step upon and pink. Pink armchairs, pink walls and pink curtains — it was as if you had gone back into the past and were inside your bedroom when you were six years old.

 "I’ve never seen so much pink in my entire life.“ Jungkook claimed candidly, his comment receiving an amused chuckle from you as your curious eyes gazed around, finding even more objects in the room that were pink. No other colour.

As you took time to study the room that consisted of only one colour, Jungkook took it upon himself to take a look at the thick book larger than his head that was filled with popular Korean and English songs. Taking note of how many famous groups had songs in the book filled with lyrics, Jungkook called out for you and kindly asked you to chose any songs that night.

After spending yet another ten minutes trying to work the damn remote to the TV screen that you were tempted to throw against the wall at one point, you finally had gotten yourself familiar with the buttons on the remote and selected the first song of the night, straightaway hearing a snicker from Jungkook that had you snickering a bit yourself.

 When you could eventually hear the song playing loud and proud through the large speakers besides the gigantic flat screen TV, you automatically struck a dramatic pose, hearing Jungkook laugh in the background all before you began to sing along to lyrics of Girl’s Generation’s famous song, Gee, exaggerating your dance moves incredibly to encourage the laughs falling from Jungkook’s lips. Once he had caught his breath and was able to stand straight, Jungkook enthusiastically danced and sang along with you, the two of you mostly laughing into your microphones instead of singing.

 Laughter and smiles dominated the fun atmosphere of the strictly pink room, your laughter bouncing off the walls and probably into the ears of guests in other rooms as you entertained yourselves with cliché songs that had you doubling over as you laughed until your stomach hurt. As the night progressed onwards, the fun mood had gradually began to die down, which explained how and why you sat on the custom-made fluffy pastel pink armchair while eating complimentary strawberry flavoured ice cream whilst watching Jungkook passionately sing along to Big Bang’s If You.

Even before you were presented the opportunity to meet your bias group, BTS and your ultimate bias, Jungkook, you always had a personal goal as a Jungkook biased person, which was to have the glorious experience of listening to his sweet as honey voice live. And here you were, eating sugary ice cream in a top-notch karaoke place and having the honour of listening to Jungkook sing his little heart out. Directly hearing his voice, and hearing how much passion and sweetness there was in his voice gave you a case of the goosebumps as you watched Jungkook with your eyes twinkling in astonishment and lips curved into a fond smile.

He was so talented. You were glad that he chose to share those special talents with fans to admire and gain recognition from.

  Not long after hearing Jungkook bless your ears with the sound of his angel-like voice, the exciting mood was brought back to life and you were back to beaming widely at one another as you danced in-sync. It was as if all the problems you faced in the real world have melted away within the pinkness of the room and you were transported to a totally different world without any worries or insecurities. Just happiness.

 You two had set aside your arguments and awkward atmosphere and comfortably settled for a night filled with terrible singing and lousy dancing that you’d hope you would remember forever for how happy you were in those mere hours of your life spent with Jungkook. The aurora of happiness and fun remained around the two of you even after you had decided to leave the karaoke place since it was getting pretty late and both of you had an early morning the next day.

The dark sky above was littered with stars and star dust that had fallen straight into your pair of sparkling eyes, the scenery of the glittery stars accompanied by the occasional winds blowing past you and reminding you of how grateful you were that Jungkook gave you his winter coat to wear. You patiently waited outside for Jungkook as he checked with the receptionist about how much money he was supposed to pay for renting the room for as many hours as you did.

  Beyond the howls of the winds that had no mercy on any soul that wasn’t inside a cosy and warm house wrapped in mountains of blankets with hot cocoa in hand, you could hear the familiar squeals of excited teenagers and chose to subtly flick your hair out of your face, catching a glimpse of the fans that stood not very far away from you with their phones in hand.

 Pretending as if you hadn’t heard their squeals of excitement or constant chitter chatter about who in God’s name were you, you stuck your warm hands inside Jungkook’s coat as you let out a sigh of relief as you saw Jungkook wish the receptionist a good night before he walked up to you.

"We’ve got fans at three o'clock.” You spoke first, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible so the fans nearby wouldn’t have any knowledge that you were talking about them.

Jungkook’s eyes slightly enlarged. “Really? But it’s so late. And it’s so cold.”

“That doesn’t matter to some fans when they’ve actually gotten the opportunity to see their bias or something.” You explained simple logic of a fangirl to Jungkook who couldn’t get his head wrapped around the way fans’ minds operated. “Particularly when their bias or whoever is with a girl, might I add.”

 There was a sudden flash and Jungkook’s right eye visibly twitched right away. “They just took a picture.”

“Isn’t that what your manger is hoping for?” You decided to make a light-hearted joke, smiling in satisfaction as you watched crinkles by Jungkook’s eyes appear as he chuckled in amusement.

“Of course, but he’s also secretly hoping we put on a show that will set the Internet ablaze.” Jungkook laughed, scoffing a moment later as he shook his head at the antics his manger purposed you two would get up to in your arranged relationship.

  You laughed along with Jungkook, happy to see that he wasn’t as bothered to take part in your procedure as you might of thought he was. It would make the next nine months a lot more enjoyable in a sense because neither of you were dreading the idea and were simply living your lives together. As you laughed mostly by yourself now, you failed to notice the way in which Jungkook looked at you with the slightest bit of fondness captured in his eyes, just as he did when he first saw how peaceful you looked as you slept after your night of passionate and energy consuming sex.

He knew he was slowly but surely falling for you, he knew he was. There was a part of him that was willingly wanting to dive right into having an immense infatuation for you and was ready to have you capture Jungkook’s vulnerable and fragile heart in all its glory. However, there was the other part of him that fought long and hard to prevent such things from happening, because in the end, even girls as angelic like you could be she-devils that wanted nothing more than the money in Jungkook’s pocket.

 He had to guard his heart, and his wallet. Keep his heart locked away, throw away the key and spend a lifetime not allowing himself to feel or to love with his heart. But, you were making it very hard for Jungkook to do that.

 With the burnt image of your glowing smile and angelic self burned into his brain, Jungkook stepped forward to cross the personal space barrier you had set up for yourself, warm hands cupping your frost-bitten red cheeks as he gazed into your eyes.

Your body immediately froze when his hands came in contact with your skin, the warmth of his touch melting the ice wall around your heart and allowing your heart to reek havoc in your chest. Your bold red lips parted as you stared up at Jungkook in wonder, too stunned by his bold actions to question what was he about to do.

 Before he could lean inwards and have those fans standing meters away scream their cold lungs out at the insane public display of affection, you finally registered the seriousness of your reality and found yourself stuttering out, “W-what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Jungkook had the damn nerve to run his wet tongue over his kissable lips before he sent you a damned smirk that came straight from the depths of hell. “I’m putting on a show.”

 And those were the last words anyone spoke before he leaned in and kissed you.

 Your head was spinning so much you were feeling rather light-headed and your heart was hammering against your chest so hard that you thought your rib cage had shattered and your heart burst. His lips, just like they were a month ago, were soft to the touch, having you melt into the kiss right then and there. To prevent yourself from melting into a hot puddle of yourself, you placed your hands on Jungkook’s hips as his candy-like soft lips moved with yours in the most passionate and sweetest way possible.

  As predicted, you could hear the distant screams of outraged and flabbergasted fans and you could see beyond your closed eyelids the flashes of their phones, but you couldn’t care less. You were kissing Jungkook and by God, you were going to savour every moment of its rich sweetness and the heart-fluttering feeling he gave you as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

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“Well, let’s get this over with,” Wrex grumbled. He shrugged his shoulders and made his way to the door, no doubt expecting his companion to be right on his heels.

“I’m just… I need a minute,” Kaidan quietly answered. “I’ll catch up.”

The hulking krogan paused, clearly studying him for a moment before giving a slight nod of his head. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Wrex.”

A grunt of acknowledgment was all he received in answer as he turned and walked out the door.

Kaidan was left alone as the door slid closed and, at long last, he had a moment to collect his thoughts. He was feeling a little overwhelmed.

Moving off in the direction of the nearest mirror, he made final adjustments to his collar and smoothed over the dark fabric of his dress blues. They looked nice, but they were more than a little uncomfortable. He was clean and pressed and entirely apprehensive.

He took a moment to remember that he had things for which to be thankful. He knew very well that he shouldn’t have been standing there at that moment. Sacrifices that others had made along the way had eventually saved his life as well as millions of others, and secured a victory against the reapers. In all honesty, he was shocked to have lived through it all. Caught up in the epicenter of the chaos as he was, he could think of dozens of times where he shouldn’t have walked away. He was pulled out just in the nick of time. He was saved.

We know the score. We know this is goodbye.

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