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Convenience 1 - JJK

Summary: Jungkook has a crush on the girl who works at the convenience store.

Wordcount: 5.4K

Warnings: None so far. Maybe a lil awkwardness?

Chapter 2

a/n: this is my new series Convenience. I hope you enjoy. The plan right now is to make this a long series, so I hope you're in for the long haul.

Masterlist

The local convenience store wasn’t necessarily a dream job, but it does pay the bills, well, most of them.

After a few years of working there, the patterns of people start to become more obvious. Old couples always come in early to buy coffee and ask when you are going off to college even though you’re well past being fresh out of high school.

Then, there are the post-work rushes when a bunch of middle-aged adults come in to buy a quick meal.

Lastly, and possibly the worst group, are the late nighters. The most notable majority during that time are the handsy teenagers who are full of giggles as they come in to buy a box of condoms or cigarettes. They’re discovering new things, and they think they’re the coolest people in the world while doing it.

Occasionally there are interesting people who pop up and brighten (or worsen) the work day. You’ve started mentally taking down their information from what you can observe when these new people walk in the door. Last week for example: female, bright pink hair, age unknown since her face was obscured by her mask and hat, cool shoes, bought cookies, and didn’t say anything.

There are also a few regulars who you’ve come to know. Like the hot dad and his daughter who come in before school to buy coffee for him and milk for her. Aera, the sweet six year old with pigtails, always sits perched on her dad’s hip while he pays and makes small talk.

It was the third time they came in that Aera had finally removed her face from her dad’s neck and asked your name.

Since that initial inquiry, you and Aera have become pretty good friends if you do say so yourself. Every morning when she comes in, you ask if there’s anything exciting happening at school. When the day before you heard about something exciting, you always make sure to ask how it went.

Aera is one of the few customers who make your day brighter. There are other regulars who come in, but none of them excite you as much as the light up sneakered girl who talks about her teachers at school like they hung the stars in the sky.

Well, there is one exception to that statement. The boy who comes in almost everyday, and then would sometimes disappear for weeks or months at a time, and then he’d return to his everyday schedule like nothing ever happened. He always walked through the doors in baggy and mostly black clothes with his face completely covered by various hats and masks. The times he comes in are different than any of the other groups, always later mornings, right after Aera and her dad. You always assumed he was on his way to work, but without being able to see his face, it's possible he could be a college student.

He is another regular who never says anything, but the way he carries himself is what intrigues you the most. He walks in, and there’s this power to the way that he walks. If he wore suits, you would probably assume he is a CEO.

The more he comes in, the more you study him. You’ve observed him so much that you’ve noticed how he uses his left hand when he pays. He keeps his right hand tucked deep in his pocket while he uses his card to pay for his items.

His black card.

He’s an interesting guy to say the least.

. . .

Another morning standing behind the counter is when he talks to you for the first time.

Ringing above the door signals his arrival, and he walks toward the back of the store to the drink coolers.

This morning is different from every other morning. Normally, he seems to know exactly what he wants, like he’s been thinking about it before he even came in, and he’s in and out of the store in under five minutes. This time, he walks through every aisle looking at each shelf seemingly trying to find something. Typically his purchases include only food and drinks, but this time he takes his time browsing, and it seems like he can’t find whatever he’s looking for.

He pauses at the end of an aisle and seems to compose himself for a moment. You watch as his shoulders have a deliberate rise and fall–he takes a deep breath before turning on his heel and walking directly toward you. Even while he is turned to face you and walking straight toward you, his face is still hidden. The mysterious man places his items, two bottles of water and a bottle of iced coffee, on the counter; then keeps his head turned down and quietly asks,

‘Do you sell any bowls?’

You’re stunned for a moment.

First of all: his voice. A low timbre with a hint of satoori that you’re unable to pinpoint due to his mumbling. It sends goosebumps all over your arms. That is a damn sexy voice. Second: his questions surprises you. Bowls? Why does he want bowls? After a moment of thinking you let him know,

‘We sell paper bowls. They’re over by the paper plates and ramyeon.’ You respond nicely. Does your voice sound as nice to him as his does to you? That’s definitely not possible.

‘Thanks,’ He says quietly and then turns away from the counter toward the aisle you specified. He walks quickly over before picking up a pack to inspect them, and then he brings them to the counter with the rest of his items.

The conversation was too short for your liking; this man had been sparking your interest for months, and clearly he isn’t much of a talker, so the best way to fix that is to try talking to him,

‘You know, normally people buy food to put in those bowls, not just the bowls’ You say as you’re grabbing his items to scan and bag.

Why did you say that? That’s the dumbest thing you ever could have said to Sexy Voice. You’re fully prepared for him to ignore you and hoping he will. Who asks such stupid questions. But he surprises you when he lets out a low chuckle (even his laugh is sexy) before continuing,

‘My dog is out in the car and thirsty.’ He informs; there’s a hint of amusement in his voice, so maybe he doesn't think you’re a complete idiot.

‘That will be 7,000 won. What kind of dog do you have?’ Asking seems like the appropriate and least embarrassing course of action in order to get his mind off of your previous question.

He pauses for a moment as if contemplating whether or not he should tell you. He puts his card into the reader before answering,

‘Bam is a doberman. He’s very handsome.’ You can hear the smile in his voice while he’s talking about his dog.

Sexy Voice loves dogs. Noted.

‘Oh! I love big dogs. They’re so much fun!’ You exclaim, reminded of your old family dog.

‘Yeah they are. I love taking him on walks, but he’s really thirsty today so I stopped for water.’ He pauses and his head seems to start to rise for a moment before he digs his hand into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He takes a wad of cash and drops it in the tip jar, and while he’s doing that, you see a flash of ink on his hand but it disappears quickly,

‘Have a nice day’ he mumbles before collecting his drinks and bowls and speed walking out the door.

As the doors are closing behind him, you yell out,

‘Have a nice day!’

And then he’s gone.

. . .

Meanwhile, Jungkook is sitting in his car unwrapping the bowls and pouring some water in one to give Bam a drink of water.

He can’t stop thinking about you. Everyday he comes into the convenience store, and you’re always there. He’s never shown his face, afraid you’re going to recognize him.

But today he talked to you, and you treated him like a normal person. Your voice has his heart beating out of his chest; he’s never felt so normal before. Normally other girls try to pretend they don’t know who he is, but it’s pretty easy to tell they’re faking. But you, you don’t know what he looks like, and you didn’t react to his voice.

All those months of looking at you from outside the convenience store and then covering up once he goes inside are finally starting to seem a little less crazy.

Surely, if you knew who he was, you would have recognized his voice when he talked to you. Jungkook can’t contain his excitement,

‘Bam! Bam-ie, Appa talked to the pretty girl today. Isn’t that exciting?I know, I know here’s your water.’ He says–Bam doesn’t seem particularly interested in Jungkook’s crush on the convenience store cashier. Maybe it's because he’s a dog, but maybe it’s because he knows his Appa will never make a move.

. . .

Walking into the new Hybe building after taking Bam home, Jungkook has a renewed sense of energy to his step. He feels on top of the world after just having a small conversation with the girl who has been piqueing his interest for a while now. Immediately after exiting the elevator, he’s being rushed into a makeup chair to start getting ready,

‘You’re late.’ Miyoung, one of the hair stylists, chastises.

‘Sorry, noona,’ Jungkook replies cheekily, ‘Bamie took a long walk today.’

‘You could at least have the decency to look apologetic.’ She tsks while beginning to flat iron parts of his hair. He notices a quick glance of her eyes to the drink in his hand–it has the name of the convenience store on it, ‘You seem to have had time to go to your favorite place today.’

‘Ah Bam was thirsty after our walk, so I stopped for some water.’ Jungkook desperately tries to evade what he knows is coming.

‘Oh well Bam must be thirsty a lot if you go there so often. Maybe you should start keeping water with you?’ Miyoung prods.

To many of the staff who Jungkook interacts with often, Jungkook’s convenience store obsession is no secret. He always avidly attempts to play it off, but everyone tries to speculate about his frequent trips.

‘Maybe I should, but I’m awfully forgetful.’ Jungkook tries to move on to the next topic, ‘Oh, I don’t like the smell of this perfu-’

‘Jungkookah just ask her out already, we’re sick of you wasting time and money at the convenience store while pining over some girl.’ Namjoon pipes up from the makeup chair next to him.

‘She isn’t just some-,’ He realizes his mistake and clears his throat, ‘I’m not ‘pining’ after a girl hyung.’

‘So you admit there’s a girl?’ That annoying, knowing smile is sitting on Namjoon's face as he teases the maknae.

…

Jungkook had been reluctant to share his thoughts on convenience store girl with his hyungs, but one drunken night had led to loose lips on his part.

He spilled to his hyungs how he goes everyday to see the pretty girl who works there. His hyungs had watched as a pink tint took over his cheeks while he rambled about how kind and pretty you were. Jungkook had never been in a serious relationship, and he’d never really pursued anyone past his highschool crushes, so the other members were seeing a new side of their maknae

…

‘Ooh Jungkookie’s getting angry. Namjoonie be careful. You can’t insult his girl.’ Hoseok teases from the chair on the other side of Namjoon.

‘Hyungs, she’s not my girl. And there’s no girl, I just need things from the convenience store sometimes.’ Jungkook says tiredly.

‘Sometimes, Kookah? You go every day.’ Hobi continues to tease because he finds his dongsaeng’s grievances amusing.

If it were anyone else Jungkook would be way more annoyed, but the bright smile on Hobi’s face makes the teasing a little easier,

‘I just,’ he pauses trying to find something to defend himself, ‘I need stuff’ he mumbles, a slight pout forming on his lips.

Hobi breaks out into that full-body, contagious laughter, knowing Jungkoook can’t defend himself in this situation, Hoseok decides to keep poking fun at him,

‘Did you talk to her yet, Jungkookie? Or are you still at the stalking phase in your relationship?’ Hoseok asks, finding it hard to contain his laughter at Jungkook’s expense.

Rolling his eyes as he walks away Jungkook mutters,

‘Very funny Hobi hyung.’

His cheeks are turning red, and any words he could say to try and deny his hyungs would be fruitless as his embarrassment materializes on his face. Since his makeup is done, he walks to the couch against the back wall where Jimin is laying down and napping. Since he’s sleeping he won’t be able to tease Jungkook anymore than the others already have. Just as his butt meets the cushion, Jimin cracks an eye open. A cheeky smirk takes over his previously parted lips,

‘How’s convenience store girl, Jungkookie?’

Jungkook throws his head back against the couch and groans loud enough to have the whole dressing room snickering at his expense. He decides to tease Jimin right back, mostly because he’s the only hyung who will let him get away with it. He leans over, and drops his weight onto Jimin. After the older of the two lets out a grunt and some kind of insult about Jungkook’s weight, Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s ear,

‘Hyung, I don’t think you have any room to talk when all you do is drool over Taehyungie-hyung.’ Jungkook says quietly.

‘Yah! Get off me you brat.’ He shoves Jungkook away and shoots him a glare, ‘That’s no way to talk to your hyung.’ He pouts

‘That’s no way to talk to your dongsaeng,’ Jungkook quips back.

Jimin shoots him a tired look for a moment,

‘You’re lucky you’re cute or else I’d have kicked you out of the group a long time ago.’ Jimin mutters.

‘You’d miss me too much, hyungie.’ Jungkook retorts cutely.

Jimin sighs and stands up. Just as he’s walking through the doorway he turns back,

‘Hey Jungkook-ah’ he calls.

Jungkooks responds with a raised eyebrow and a questioning glance in his direction.

Jimin continues,

‘I’m thinking of going to the convenience store later. Wanna come? Or is three times in one day too much for your heart to handle?’ He asks cheekily.

Jungkook turns bright red and calls back, ‘It would only be the second time today hyung!’

But his attempt is pointless. Jimin has already walked down the hallway, and the only response is the sound of Jimin’s twinkling laughter bouncing off of the hallway walls.

Jungkook sits on the couch with his head tipped back and eyes closed as he thinks through all of the routes to take when it comes to his options with you.

He can keep going to the convenience store and barely talking to you, and his hyungs would keep teasing him.

He can stop going to the convenience store altogether, and try to forget about you

Or he can finally ask you out.

Jungkook mulls over his options for a few moments before he ultimately decides what he wants to do. Option two was definitely out of the question.

Jungkook had previously thought about giving up on his routine of daily convenience store trips, but their recent concerts in the states showed him that he really enjoyed seeing you every day, even if it is for only a moment.

He sighs and lets sleep take over. He’s going to rest for now. He’ll make a decision later.

…

You’re about to close out your shift late at night. Today you’re working a double since your landlord had increased rent recently, and money was getting a little tight. The owners of the convenience store had always been relatively fair with pay, but the unexpected increase has definitely taken you, and your bank account, by surprise. There are most likely going to be a lot of double shifts in your future. Luckily, it worked out kind of awkwardly where you work in the morning, have a break for a few hours mid-day, and then you work again later at night. The only thing you requested was not working the overnight shifts, and luckily the owners have been very willing since you work for them so much. You’ve been applying to other places, but without a degree, the job search has been a little disappointing.

Today has been a drag ever since Sexy Voice came in. No customer could’ve topped the excitement of him finally talking to you after months of just admiring him. You couldn’t help but to daydream and think about what he looks like. Surely, he has to be attractive to go with his voice; there’s no possible way for his voice and face to not match up. You also can’t help but to think about what he’s really like when he lets his guard down. You can already tell that he’s shy and a little reserved, but maybe he loosens up when you get to know him.

The bell above the door jingles, abruptly ending your daydreaming about the mysterious man who has been capturing your attention. Almost as if by fate, you glance up to see Sexy Voice walking to the back of the store, toward the drink coolers where he always goes first. He’s wearing different clothes, but they’re just as baggy, and his signature bucket hat and mask are covering his face. You can instantly recognize him by the downward tilt of his head, and the way he walks through the store–like he owns it.

He pauses in front of the drink coolers, and he raises his head to look through the soda options. That’s when you realize–he isn’t wearing a mask. You can’t really see his face since his back is turned toward you, and he’s still wearing a large bucket hat, but the sides of his jaw are a little visible from this angle. He keeps staring at the fridges, but then, he unexpectedly starts to turn around. You quickly avert your eyes; as much as you want to see what he looks like, you can’t be caught ogling at him. So, you turn to the side and start to occupy yourself with something, but you keep your attention on him from your peripherals. Instead of browsing the aisles like you thought he would, he continues to walk straight to the counter. He stops right in front of the register and clears his throat quietly to grab your attention, and you turn to him while trying to mentally prepare yourself to see him for the first time.

Jawline. That’s the first, and kind of the only, thing you can see about him. His head is still turned downward, and the bucket hat he’s wearing covers his eyes completely. You can see the pretty curve of his nose and the sharp jawline he’s sporting. He has clear skin with a nice golden tone to it. He’s definitely not super tan, but he certainly isn’t pale.

You can see his hands fidgeting in front of him. His sleeves are long and covering the majority of his hands, but your earlier observation was right– there is a little tattoo on his middle finger. He’s still kind of far away and you’re tired, so you can’t make out what it is, but Sexy Voice having tattoos, a sharp jawline, and a nice face from what you can see? You’ve decided that his face definitely matches the attractiveness of his voice, and you haven’t even seen all of him yet.

‘Hi,’ he says quietly.

You’re surprised to say the least. Until this morning he had barely spoken to you, and now he’s initiating conversation without asking you a store related question.

‘Hi,’ you say back, ‘How’s your day been?’ You smile to let him know he isn’t bothering you in the slightest.

‘It’s been okay,’ he pauses and takes a deep breath, ‘So- uh, I know we don’t know each other that well, and you don’t even really know me, but uh I was just wondering if I could- uh h-have your number?’ He stutters out his question, gradually getting quieter as he reaches the end. You just blink at him for a moment.

‘Are you serious?’ you ask him. Sexy Voice, who you’ve been admiring for a while, wants your number? He must be joking or pulling a prank.

‘Uh yeah?’ He replies and you can hear the hesitation in his next statement, ‘I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just,’ he pauses for a moment, ‘yeah.’

You let out a little laugh at his stumbling before replying, ‘Ok’

He freezes, and you laugh again at his nervousness, ‘Really?’ he asks, hands pausing in their wringing.

‘You sound surprised,’ you muse. He’s cute. His nervousness is showing, and you’re hoping that it means he’s genuine.

‘Well you just don’t really know me so I didn’t know if you’d want to give me your number because it can be scary you know?’ He’s rambling again at your response. It’s rare that girls remain so calm and collected around him. Normally they’re either screaming, crying, or ignoring him so your response is a change of pace from his normal interactions with girls.

‘Well, I would like to know your name before I give you my number,’ you pause, contemplating continuing your teasing, ‘and maybe I could get a look at your eyes before then too?’ You finish with a light laugh.

Embarrassment colors Jungkook’s cheeks when he remembers that he’s asking for your number without ever telling you his name.

‘Oh, yeah. Uh, I’m Jungkook.’ He finishes telling you his name and then he slowly moves his gaze from the floor to you.

You’re shocked by his gorgeous eyes. They’re so big and bright, and they pull together his handsome face really well.

‘It’s nice to see you again, Jungkook,’ you say as you reach for a scrap of paper and write down your phone number on it, ‘I’m __’

He finally knows your name, and it suits you perfectly. He rips the paper with your number on it in half right after you hand it to him, and you panic for a moment thinking he was actually joking with you. But then he surprises you when he reaches across the counter and grabs the pen you had used. He hunches over slightly and starts scribbling something on the paper. Jungkook takes a little longer than you think writing a phone number normally takes, and then he reaches for your hand and puts the piece of paper in it. He holds on to your hand for a moment as the two of you make eye contact before he drops your hand suddenly and averts his gaze back toward his shoes.

‘I’ll talk to you later?’ He asks and you can hear the hopeful tone in his voice.

‘Yeah’ you hum, ‘I’ll talk to you later, Jungkook.’ You smile.

Jungkook hopes you can’t see the redness of his ears at the way you say his name,

‘Yeah, I’ll see you later __’ he mumbles before he gives a quick jerk of his head that you think is supposed to be some form of nod. Then he turns and walks out of the convenience store. The confident walk he usually does has turned into a kind of shy shuffle. He turns back once more when he’s standing in the opened door, and you get to see his bright eyes and big smile with his scrunched up nose before he’s gone, and the door is closing loudly behind him. The lingering jingle of the bells over the door are the only remnants of his presence.

You glance down at the paper that he gave you before he left. You uncrumple it to see his number written at the very top, but below that is a beautiful sketch of a butterfly. How he drew a detailed little butterfly in such a short time, you’re unsure. But you know that you want to hold on to it. Quickly you take the scrap of paper and place it in the back of your phone case to make sure that it doesn’t get lost before you can text him.

…

After finally finishing your shift after the eventful day, you’re walking through the door of your apartment and thinking about Jungkook. How can someone so sweet and handsome even exist let alone want your number?

You’re setting your bag down by the door and walking toward your bedroom when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

You glance down to see that it’s from an unknown number, and the angle that you’ve lifted your phone at hasn’t unlocked it with Face ID, so the message is still hidden. You throw your phone down on the bed and start to get ready to go to sleep–the message can wait.

Once you’ve showered and gotten dressed in pajamas, you crawl under the covers. Picking up your phone to check on your notifications from when you were working, the message from the unknown number catches your attention.

From: Unknown

Hi __ It’s Jungkook. I hope you made it home safe :)

You’re surprised for a moment; you didn’t expect him to text you so quickly considering how shy he’d been when he was asking for your number. You quickly add him as a contact before messaging him back.

To: Jungkook🦋

Hi Jungkook! I just made it home a little bit ago. Hope you made it home safe too :)

From: Jungkook🦋

That’s good

How was your day?

He’s awkward just like you expected, but it’s cute. He’s definitely introverted, but you’re hoping that once he gets to know you more, he’ll be more calm. You already got to see a little bit of his confidence and calmness when he was writing his number and the butterfly for you.

To: Jungkook🦋

It was good.

Long.

How was yours?

I think it’s only fair that I know what you do for work when you get to see mine everyday.

From: Jungkook🦋

I work in the entertainment industry.

Just boring stuff mostly

To: Jungkook🦋

Oh so you get to work with idols and actors?

From: Jungkook🦋

Something like that haha

Do you only work at the convenience store?

Not that there’s anything wrong with that

Because there isn’t

Just curious

To: Jungkook🦋

Don’t worry about it :)

And no

I’m just working in the convenience store while I try to figure out what I want to do with my life

Haha

From: Jungkook🦋

There’s nothing wrong with the convenience store, __

I didn’t mean to make you feel bad about it

To: Jungkook🦋

You didn’t

Don’t worry

If I didn’t work at the convenience store I wouldn’t have met you :)

From: Jungkook🦋

Yeah

I’m glad you work there too

That came out wrong

To: Jungkook🦋

I think I know what you meant

You and Jungkook continue texting back and forth, and while you’re doing that, you decide to look him up on instagram. You’d been wanting to look him up while he was coming into the convenience store, but you didn’t know his name until today.

Typing in ‘Jungkook’ in the search bar, the first person that pops up is a verified account, and you immediately scroll past it. But as you keep searching through the pages on instagram, you can’t find any that seem to be the Jungkook who comes to the convenience store everyday.

Out of curiosity, you scroll back to the top of the names and click on the verified Jungkook account.

Jungkook of BTS is what the bio says, and as you scroll through the pictures of him you start to realize this is your convenience store boy, but it’s a different side of him. You can understand why he would want to keep this a secret. His almost 40 million instagram followers probably bring him a lot of unwanted attention when he’s trying to do daily things like go to a convenience store. You switch back to your messages where Jungkook is telling you about some of his favorite games.

To: Jungkook🦋

Jungkook…

From: Jungkook🦋

Oh is it too much video game talk?

I’m sorry

I just really like them

To: Jungkook🦋

It’s not about the video games

Why didn’t you tell me you’re an idol?

Across Seoul in his dorm bedroom Jungkook is freaking out. He isn’t sure how long he thought he could hide it from you but he was going to try to talk to you normally. He’s panicking and he doesn’t know how to fix it. So, in an impulse decision, he calls you.

‘Uh, hello?’

‘__, listen. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I am really, but–’ He starts to explain but you cut him off,

‘Jungkook, I don’t care that you’re an idol. I just, I guess I’m just curious why you didn’t tell me?’ You ask, trying to talk quietly so he doesn’t think you’re upset with him.

‘I guess I just wanted you to get to know Jeon Jungkook, not the idol Jungkook of BTS.’ He mutters quietly. Jungkook can’t help but think he’s ruined his chance with you by trying to lie about what he does.

‘Jungkook, I want to get to know who you are. That includes idol Jungkook. What you do isn’t gonna change my opinion of you, it just means that I can watch videos of you on youtube now.’ You laugh, attempting to ease the tension.

‘No! You can’t watch those, they’re so embarrassing.’ He whines.

‘I can and you can stop me, Kookah.’ You were having too much fun teasing him that you didn’t realize you let the nickname slip. The two of you had been texting for hours up until the phone call, and you felt like you had known him for years, ‘Sorry–I didn’t mean to-’

‘No, it’s fine. That’s what all the people close to me call me, and you can too.’ Just like every time Jungkook says something remotely flirty, or something that insinuates anything more than friendship, he starts the sentence confidently and then slowly trails off as he finishes, like he’s overthinking the whole time he’s talking.

‘Oh, so I’m close to you now?’ You tease.

Jungkook almost drops his phone as he feels his heart taking a flying leap to his stomach. He’s new to actually trying to pursue someone on a more than sexual basis. He’d had a girlfriend in high school right after they debuted, but that wasn’t anything remotely serious. It was shy glances across the cafeteria and maybe holding hands in the hallway.

He’d been introduced to a few of his hyungs friends, but things had been only a friends with benefits situation since he wasn’t looking to be in a relationship in the early stages of their career.

But as he approaches the nine year anniversary of being in BTS, Jungkook can’t help but start to think about the other things that come with getting older, like marriage and starting a family. All of those things never sounded like a possibility to Jungkook. Sure, he’s still fairly young, but he can’t help but to wonder. He’s not sure that you’re the person he’ll settle down with in the future, but he can’t help but to try.

‘Yeah, I think I’d like that.’ Junkook responds, smiling from ear to ear.

‘Me too, Kookah’ You respond and then let out a yawn.

‘Oh, you’re tired. I should let you get to sleep.’ Jungkook says disappointedly.

‘I am really tired, but I wish I could keep talking to you.’ You tell him, but not before yawning again.

‘I wish I could talk to you all night too, __’ Jungkook responds quietly, ‘But I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Yeah,’ you pause to yawn again, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘Goodnight __’ Jungkook says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

‘Goodnight.’ You say before hanging up the phone. As you plug in your phone and close your eyes to go to sleep, your head is full of thoughts of the bright-eyed boy you’ve been admiring for months.

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