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Your joints crack as you sit up in bed, you stare at the poster covered wall as your eyes adjust to the morning light. Taehyung shifts on his mattress on the floor a few metres away. The sun streams into the room through the slats of the blinds, honey glow lighting up the room. Your back aches as you stretch out your worn muscles. Last nightβs activities tired out both your brain and your body.
You pad over to the chunky computer over by the window and switch it on before searching the room for your leather jacket. Itβs on the floor underneath Taeβs feet, likely because it was discarded in a hurry to get some sleep. You rummage through the pockets until you find a small folded piece of paper, an old receipt, with a phone number and email address written in neat handwriting.
Once the slow computer has booted up, you load up the internet. The familiar ear piercing dial up tone You scramble to turn the volume down but itβs too late. Taehyung had already stirred and youβd jumped out of your skin. It scared you so much you have goose bumps and almost fall off your chair in the process of finding the volume button on the monitor.
Taehyung slowly sits up on the mattress, cradling his pillow like his life depends on it. His hair is ruffled and eyes heavy.
βWhat are you doing?β He mumbles out, voice croaky and low with sleep. βSorry TaeTae, I was trying to ring up the internet but forgot that we played games on it on Wednesday night and didnβt turn down the sound.β
Apologetically you squeeze his knee, hoping heβll be able to go back to sleep. You donβt like an overtired best friend, especially when yours gets extra cranky like a toddler. Luckily he lies back down and pulls his blanket over his head, most likely blocking out the light. You turn back to the computer and boot up the email program.
You input the email written on the paper, hands shaking as you type. You werenβt used to this, the email read β[email protected]β, it made you hyper aware that this doesnβt happen every day.
You begin writing your email to him, as you did so thoughts of gratitude and sentiment welled up inside. You u had to thank him for his kindness, after all, he spared you from a concussion.
The email read: Dear Jeon Jungkook/JJK,
Thanks for everything last night, itβs greatly appreciated. Your show was radical, and Iβm sorry I bummed so much of your time. Hope we can meet again soon.
Sincerely, a loyal fan of yours, ~ ________~
You finished typing up your message and read it and re-read it for any mistakes. You wanted it to be chatty and casual but not overly casual so as to look like you donβt care. You left it at that and hit send. The paper airplane emoticon bounced in the digital wind as your email was sent though code to Jungkook himself. You got back in bed and hoped for your heart to stop fluttering.
By the time you received an email in your inbox that wasnβt from a school friend or an advertisement, it was the following Wednesday. You were having your usual hang out with Taehyung when the computer pinged in the background of your chatter. You just ignored it since a ping on your computer is usually just your school friends gossiping about how they want you to set them up with Tae, and went back to your sewing session.
By sewing, you and Tae werenβt exactly doing cross stitch, you were sewing on patches to his back pack and your denim jacket. After you had finished that, that was when you checked your ivory coloured, cube shaped computer monitor and spotted the senderβs name: Jeon Jungkook/JJK.
Tae almost had a heart attack when he saw it with his own eyes. To double check he brushed his fringe out of them. He grabbed you by the shoulder, and shook you back and forth. βDonβt tell me thatβs the JJK! Are you serious?!β He exclaimed as he rocked your brain in your skull.
βI mean I think so, I emailed him on Saturday morning.β You scanned your brain for any reason why it wouldnβt be the real him, maybe a scam?
βOpen it quick!β Taehyung jumped on the computer, spamming the enter button repeatedly. The email took its time opening, the loading bar going up bit by bit. Too slow for Taehyungβs liking. A few βcome on, come on!ββs later and it popped on the screen in all its anticipated glory.
It read: dear ______, im glad to hear that youre ok. dont worry about βwasting my timeβ, you made a normal day exciting, and i cant thank you enough for that, doll. hopefully we can meet up some time? id like to invite you and your friend to my next scheduled show, donβt stress about travel, ill sort it, itβd just be nice to see you again and catch a bite to eat before the show. i want to see your pretty face again, angel. let me know asap.
As soon as you read the email, you shook with excitement and screamed. Taehyung had wide eyes and his mouth agape. βNo. Freaking. Way.β He gasped, completely in shock.
βHow did this happen to me? This is a dream, right?β You shake your head as to clear a non existent sleepy fog that could be making you hallucinate.
You look back at the monitor; the email is still there. βThis canβt be real?!β You exclaim, turning to Taehyung on your swizzle chair, wide eyed.
βIt has to be? This is a real email, it has his email address right there!β He pokes the screen at the point of mention. βIt all seems legitimate?β You ponder, searching the screen any tell tale signs of a scam.
βI hope itβs not too good to be true... I want to be your future childrenβs godfather.β Taehyung said with a giggle, covering his bashful smile.
βYou have to be kidding me, as much as Iβd like to have his children, weβve only met once!β You blush, cheeks going warm.
After all the fangirling, you decide to sort out the arrangements of your next meet-up, and exchange more heart fluttering emails as you smooth out the plans. A few emails later and the plans end up being that youβll start the evening with catching something to eat on the boardwalk and then youβll go to the venue for his next concert, meet Taehyung there, chill out in the green room, and then watch the show from front row seats.
The whole plan was unreal to you, unrealistic at its simplest, but you were excited nonetheless. The day came around sooner than expected and soon enough you were picking out the perfect date outfit with your best friend, as well as wondering whether to do pre-game shots to steady your nerves.
βAre you sure youβre ok with this plan, TaeTae?β You ask hesitantly, staring into the mirror and meeting eyes with him across the room.
βOf course I am, Iβm just happy I get to see my favourite artist again in concert; never mind be wingman for my favourite girl. Itβs extra special when those two events align though.β
Boxy grin on his face, he looks at the ground. βYouβre the best, honey bear.β You say and pull him into a befitting bear hug.
βIβve not heard that name in a while.β He chuckles under his breath and places a firm kiss on the top of your head.
βI know your mum used to call you that when we were little so I thought it fit you; my big honey bear, intimidating to others but so sweet to me.β
You release him from the hug and share a look that holds the bond of a years long friendship. βRight, whatβre you going to wear then?β βShall we coordinate outfits?β Tae asked picking out a camouflage bandana. βYou could wear your camo print pants, and Iβll wear this?β He wraps the bandana round his head and fluffs his long dark wavy hair. His change of conversation kickstarts you back into the present reality. After that, you pick out a black sleeveless crop top to go with his advised pants, layered necklaces/chokers, and boots and put them on after youβve adorned your pants with metallic dangling chains. Once youβre in your grunge get up, you shove your across the shoulder bum bag with any essential item you might need, such as lipstick, tampons, money, etc. and sling it over your back like a quiver. If you need it youβll have to turn it round but itβs for the aesthetic so you ignore the inconvenience it creates.
A few hours later and youβre driving down the Cali roads in Taehyungβs 60βs Triumph TR6 with the wind in your hair and nirvana blasting on tape. Miles and miles of beach zoom by until you reach the board walk and you donβt stop until you reach the high end sea restaurants built to feed tourists.
Taehyung pulls up by the entrance and lets you out. He looks stunning in the golden sunlight, dark hair glowing amber in the rays. βDonβt have too much fun.β He lifts up his sun glasses before sending you a wink, saluting you goodbye, and driving away.
βSee you at 8pm!β You shout over the roaring exhaust. He never turns around but raises a hand in a wave of acknowledgement as he drives away.
You step in to the restaurant to be met with the smell of sea salt and braised steaks. You scan the tables for a familiar face until you see a hand waving over the sides of a booth in the corner.
βDidnβt expect to be seeing you here.β You say coyly, sliding into the booth opposite him.
βWell, you know, I was just waiting for a beautiful girl, but I think Iβve found one whoβs more to die for than the desserts here.β He pushes a lock of hair out of his eyes, it has a slight curl to it, even more prominent now that it isnβt as sweaty as when itβs most commonly seen.
βOh, and who might that be?β You fold your legs and place your hands underneath your chin, looking into his eyes with a smile.
βI believe itβs you, babycakes.β A flush forms on your cheeks and he winks at you.
βSo what do you fancy eating tonight? I think I have my eye on something...β He fully takes in your outfit, but youβre not sure his eyes are only on your outfit, maybe this croptop was a good idea after all.
βI donβt know, can you recommend anything? I like things that are creamy.β You reply, batting your eyelashes, feigning innocence.
βIβm sure Iβll be able to whip up something delicious for you, darling.β A waiter comes and starts their opening spiel, this sends fits of giggles through you both.
A date full of getting to know each other, flirty comments, and general adoration for each other later, your cheeks were hurting because of how much smiling you had been doing. JK was so charismatic it hurt.
Soon dinner was over and it was time to make your way over to the venue. Hand in hand you stroll across the board walk to get there. The way the sunlight hits the waves is enchanting and you find yourself stopping to gaze into the bay.
βWhatβre you thinking about?β He asks whilst resting his hand on the boardwalk railings.
βEverything, nothing... I just keep thinking about how surreal this is, I feel like Iβm in a dream. Partially because Iβm in the presence of a super gorgeous singer and partially because said singer asked to spend time with me and now Iβm on a date with them. If that doesnβt sound like a dream, I donβt know what does.β
You laugh and cover your face. Suddenly you feel two warm hands on yours, peeling them back from your face. When you open your eyes you are met with Jungkookβs emoting doe eyes looking back at you.
βI completely understand, I have felt the same before, like reality isnβt the same, or like Iβm dreaming; but weβre here now, weβre present, youβre here with me and itβs real.β
He pulls you into a hug, his arms enveloping your body. Most people would feel uncomfortable, especially since you just met Jungkook, however here with him on the boardwalk, in the setting sun, you feel safe. You feel like you are where youβre supposed to be. You stand there hugging him on the boardwalk for what feels like a long time, and then you pull away and grab his hand, continuing the journey once more.
βThank you Jungkook, that was so comforting, I canβt imagine youβve been in a similar situation but I really am grateful for being here in your company. Can I ask, when have you felt like this?β You feel his thumb rub small circles into your skin, such a soothing notion.
βI donβt know, from time to time... I guess itβs just the perils of the job. Donβt get me wrong, I love this, itβs what Iβve always wanted to do, but their is just some days where I really do feel disconnected. Show after show, blurring face after face, Iβm on a high when Iβm on stage but when I come down, I come down, if you know what I mean?β You notice his gaze is on the cracked sun bleached wood of the boardwalk.
βI get that. It must be hard every night to go from having the time of your life, to go back to normalcy once your feet touch backstage. I get that youβre just a normal guy who feels like a normal guy, but when people treat you like a god, it canβt sit right, can it?β
βYeah, itβs like when Iβm up there Iβm deified but when Iβm at home Iβm the farthest thing from likeable.β Heβs looking up, eyes turned towards the sky now, you wonder whether heβs doing this to stave off the tears.
βJungkook, I know I havenβt known you long, but I can guarantee that when the lights are off and youβre home in your pyjamas, youβre just as likeable as the guy with the heavenly voice on the stage. Iβm not saying this as a fan, Iβm saying this as someone who wants to get to know you better, to see you when youβre not on stage, when you think youβre unlikeable, and to be able to tell you all the reasons why youβre so so likeable and worth so much more than you realise. No one is worthy of being deified, but you are certainly worthy of feeling loved.β You squeeze his hand tight in your palm to reassure him.
βWould you be the one to love me?β He turns to you and looks you in your shocked eyes. His are softened and tear filled. βI am not adverse to that... however could I maybe get to know you a little better first?β you say back, as lovely as this boy is, and no matter how much you wanted to love him, you couldnβt really say that yet.
βOh my gosh! Iβm so stupid, sorry for that, why would I ask that on the first date? What the hell? But also yes yes thatβd be amazing. Iβm so sorry though.β His cheeks flush and you can tell a mile off that heβs flustered, heβs still cute though. You giggle in return, βYouβre too cute.β
And so you continue along the board walk, hands clasped together, you both make your way to his next show.
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