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    I have no clothes. Those were the words she uttered almost every single day- but of course the large closet in her room would prove her wrong. The problem wasn’t not having clothes, it was actually not having enough of those which she wanted to wear. Many would call her spoiled or greedy (which in some ways was true) but the idol didn’t have interest in spending hundreds and hundreds on clothes which she may never wear thrice. Hence resulting in her decisions to repeating the same outfits multiple times. She didn’t see the problem with it, it’s not like she didn’t wash it right?   

Her brows rose in appeasement. “Good to know that I’m not the only one. I should introduce you to my members, maybe then they would stop pretending like i have a disease or something.” Jisoo snorted in amusement. 

“How is desire to be comfortable a disease? Ah.” Letting out a huff, Jungkook’s head dropped in his hands, the fingers of which proceeded to tangle in his hair and pull once in an obvious gesture of frustration. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt but definitely enough to left his hair sticking up some, as if he walked in strong wind for a few minutes too long. 

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He had heard it time and time again; wear something different for once, they said, you’re going to die in these clothes, they mocked. Jungkook was getting offended at first, then got used to it and started laughing it off, and in the end, he learned to simply ignore it. His choice of plain, white t-shirts and a simple pair of pants was always a good, comfortable, universal option, no matter the occasion, and nobody could do or say anything to prove him otherwise.

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Jungkook’s first instinct upon hearing her words was to find the nearest reflective surface and look at himself. The image of himself in the cabinet’s door’s perfectly glossy finish was slightly blurry, a little distorted, but he looked… normal. The bags under his eyes might’ve been a little deeper than natural, and his hair slightly messier than he usually allowed it to get, but nothing was that much out of ordinary – although he supposed that what had become normal to him, might’ve been seen as completely opposite by everyone else. “Are you trying to say that I look bad?” The question came after he turned back around to her, the tone of his voice slightly teasing, eyes mischievous through the tiredness. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to insult me.”

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Jungkook had no reason to fear or distrust her whatsoever: she was an idol like himself, with many don’ts and very few do’s dictating her every move, and so if anyone knew the dangers of certain situations for people in their positions, it was her. And yet, he couldn’t help but feel – nervous. Staying one-on-one with women was a nerve-wracking experience for him in general – since he could remember, he had always only played around, trained and spent his time with male companions – and the fact that this certain woman was literally oozing confidence and strong charm, made the jitters even more intense.

If he was being honest with himself, irrational fears aside, she was exactly the kind of female that he would’ve liked to have as a friend – resolute, confident and smart. Jungkook may have idolized her, a little bit. But nobody had to know that.

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I’d definitely consider it, but I’m mostly a tumblr roleplayer, so I’d want to establish some threads and connections here, before branching out to other platforms. And I can already see it’s going to be a slow process… It’s sorta difficult to get others to take interest in this account for some reason. I’m guessing it’s the stigma against BTS roleplayers?

Jiyoon kept a straight face as she listened to her hoobae but burst into a small fit of laughter. “Ah, such strong will and good character we have in you!” She clapped her hands as her laugh dwindled down. “Well, as the self-titled ‘Mom’ of-” she took a deep breath and opted out of naming the former girl group by name, “ - the group, I am pretty good at listening to rants and complaints if you ever need.”

Jungkook may have been young and his social skills were severely lacking here and there, but he had always been an empathetic kid. Even if it wasn’t voiced, he caught onto the silent memory, caught just in time and held back by the female. He had no idea what it felt like to have your group disband, or what really happened with Cube’s most popular idol girl-group, but he could sense it must’ve still been tough for Jiyoon.

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Jungkook liked the city at night. It hasn’t been all that long since he had reached the age at which venturing the streets at such late hours was allowed to him, and even then, he was still a recognizable idol, so his experience of the late metropolis was vague, to say the least. But that little knowledge was enough to mesmerize him and make him want to further into exploring what it had to offer. For now, all he knew was that, although Seoul never really slept or slowed down by a huge margin, at night, it was alive in much different ways than it was during the day.

“I mean… I haven’t.” He answered earnestly, pulled out of the silent awe. Eyes, wandering left and right from underneath his good, finally settled onto Seokjin’s profile. The older of the two seemed much calmer and unimpressed, like he was used to it. Obviously. There were quite a few years between them, even though it often didn’t feel like it to Jungkook.

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Even though her words felt lighthearted (or so he thought – he still wasn’t very good at reading emotions in between a slur of foreign language that Japanese was) and not at all serious or scolding, Jungkook felt immediate shame nonetheless. It might’ve been because he was generally timid around women, or because he was in unfamiliar environment, surrounded by people who spoke words he constantly struggled to understand, or because sneaking out of the hotel in Japan was even more nerve-wracking than sneaking out of his dorm in Korea… Or maybe it was all combined, making his heart race and his confidence dwindle.