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Skies of Blue | jjk

❦ Summary: He was captain of the football team, whereas, you were the typical quiet girl who minded her own business

Or, Jungkook is softer than one would think

❦ College!AU | word count: 6k

❦ Jeon Jungkook x Reader — Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, friends to lovers, new friendships, AU

↝ Warm sunsets mixed with cool breezes

Journeys home from college were always your favourite; the train was hardly vacant, the sunset was at its peak, and the scenery was as picturesque as always. The sun was setting behind the tall mountains, creating pinks, soft blues and golden yellows. You smiled to yourself as you gazed out the window of the train.

It was peaceful and heart-warming.

The book in your hand was a romance novel, filled with heartache and stained cheeks and love and smiles. It made you wonder what it was like to be in love, to live your life along with someone who meant the world to you.

Although you were merely a college student who studied fine art, you had a vivid imagination.

A low grunt brought you out of your daze, you were still three stops away from home, but now, someone was sitting next to you. When you raised your head to see who it was, you were met with lively, brown eyes and a genuinely friendly smile.

It was Jeon Jungkook— captain of the football team.

This was the first time you’d made eye contact with him for longer than ten seconds, not that you were counting or anything. He was handsome up close, captivating almost.

“I didn’t know you got the train!”

His voice was deep yet quiet and cheerful. It caused your heart to jump-start as if it stopped beating the moment you locked eyes… which was impossible, right?

“This is the only way to get home,” you told him. “It’s the quickest and easiest.”

He chuckled, eyes slightly disappearing as his smile simply grew.

“If I knew you travelled by train, I would’ve started using it earlier.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by that; Jungkook was someone who stuck with his small group of friends— he didn’t even spare his football team a second glance— so why would he want to talk to you?

“What are you reading?” He spoke again, eyes now on the book in your hand, “is it an action-packed drama?”

An inaudible laugh parted your lips at the excitement in his voice. You watched him lightly punch the air, presumably emphasising the word ‘action’.

“Actually… it’s a romance novel.”

Jungkook’s eyes met yours again; however, they were softer and gentler this time, and his smile was faint but still evident. You’d never seen this side of him before since he was usually very loud and full of laughs. It was a huge contrast, but you liked it.

The loud voice on the intercom announcing the next stop gained your attention. You turned to glance out of the window while shoving your book into your bag. When you stood up, bag over your shoulder, you gazed at Jungkook and smiled.

“This is me,” you said, smile shy and cheeks pink, “how many stops do you have left?”

The doors opened, and you stepped onto the platform. Jungkook was still smiling at you, hands in his pocket while standing next to the doors.

“I missed it,” he told you with a cheeky smile, “it was two stops ago.”

The doors gradually closed, your eyes wide while you watched the train slowly leave the platform. Jungkook missed his stop. He missed it so he could talk to you.

Is this what it felt like to have your heart racing for someone else?

↝ Autumn butterflies with a hint of orange

You knew Jungkook was soft that he was gentle— you knew because you saw that side of him on the train merely two months ago. But what you didn’t expect was to see him approach strays and play with them with so much sympathy in his eyes because they had been abandoned.

The racing of your heart and the heat in your cheeks drew you out of your gaze. When Jungkook’s eyes met yours, you realised you’d been staring.

“Hi,” he said.

His voice was soft and mellow like cotton candy clouds littering the sky when the sunset.

Your palms were sweaty, mouth dry, “hey,” you said back, simply earning a smile in return.

The cat’s fur was silky and long, you don’t remember when you let Jungkook tug you down by the hem of your dress to crouch next to him, but you weren’t complaining, the autumn air was cold, yet he was warm.

You listened to the cat’s soft purrs and long meows as it requested more attention, for more love and care.

“Have you named it?”

Jungkook shook his head, “I only found her last week,” he told you, “do you want to help me think of a name?”

When your eyes met, you smiled at him, “I actually have one in mind!”

“Really? Please share,” he responded in amusement.

“Marshmallow!”

Jungkook laughed loudly, the sound melodic and contagious as it brought a smile to your lips. It wasn’t the most unique name a cat could be given, but it was the best you could think of when you saw her purr in his arms.

“It’s better than what I would have come up with,” he admitted.

You chuckled to yourself, petting the cat on its head, “you’re unusually quiet today.”

And he was; Jungkook wasn’t his usual cheery, comedic self today. You noticed in the cafeteria when his friends were being loud, and he was sitting silently watching them.

“It’s just one of those days,” he voiced, eyes meeting again.

“I have them too,” you replied in understanding.

Jungkook made you want to hold his hand or simply hold him, but you couldn’t. You didn’t know him well enough. The last time you spoke to him was on the train two months ago.

“I got my driving licence,” he spoke up, answering the silent, ‘why has he not retaken the train?’ The question lingering on your mind.

“That’s great,” you beamed, “congratulations.”

“Yeah, thank you! I won’t have to ask Hoseok for lifts anymore, which is great, but it also makes me a target.”

You laughed at his joke with him. He looked so bright and beautiful when he smiled; the situation caused the butterflies in your stomach to flurry faster.

When his phone buzzed, you realised you wouldn’t get to spend a second longer with him. Of course, you would have liked to, but he was popular and busy.

He smiled at you when your eyes met once more, and you happily smiled back. The cat who was now napping on your lap woke up and stretched its tired limbs as if it knew it was time for it to leave.

Without looking back, you watched her slowly disappear through the bushes surrounding your university building. She got the affection she wanted, and she was satisfied.

“I have last-minute football practice,” Jungkook sighed. He stood up, and you quickly followed his movement. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled at you once more before running around the corner towards the gym hall.

↝ Sweet coffee with a side of lingering feelings

The pungent aroma of coffee made you crave a cup even more. However, you weren’t sure what you were craving. The café had many options, many fancy names, and a lot of coffee.

You hummed to yourself while your eyes continued to scan the menu. Your mind changed every two seconds. Maybe, a caramel latte will satisfy you… but then, the pumpkin— no, the cinnamon coffee.

This was difficult. Especially since you loved coffee so much.

“I recommend the vanilla latte with a drop of cinnamon.”

You turned your head towards the voice and immediately found yourself smiling.

“You looked like you were having a hard time deciding.”

A light chuckle parted your lips while you nodded your head, “you’re not wrong,” you said, eyes darting back to the menu, “I have an unhealthy obsession with coffee.”

Jungkook’s grin widened, “I do too.”

You playfully gasped in shock, “captain of the football team drinks coffee?”

“I know, I know. Totally badass,” Jungkook joked.

You turned to look at him. The smile on his lips was faint but still genuine. He wasn’t wrong. It was pretty humorous, as well as endearing, you were learning new things about him, and it made you want to know so much more.

“Would you like to join me?” You asked.

Jungkook eagerly nodded his head as if he’d been waiting for you to ask him. It made your heart do this tingly, fuzzy feeling thing— a feeling you couldn’t quite explain, or rather… understand.

The seating area outside was pretty. There were fairy lights strung above the tables, just under the canopy. There was a lovely aesthetic with the sun setting, spreading a golden glow from the sunlight. The coffee went satisfactorily with the cold air, and, Jungkook’s laugh mixed with excited chatter was the perfect touch.

You wanted more days like this. You wanted to see Jungkook more often and talk to him about anything and everything. It was something that lingered on your mind for hours— sometimes days— after being with him.

It was an obvious crush, but you didn’t do anything about it and instead ignored it… until you saw him again. Then your heart raced again, and you would feel all these weird emotions you’d never experienced before…

… not that you were complaining or anything.

“I feel like I can be myself around you.”

Your eyes met Jungkook’s. He was glowing under the dusky, golden light. His voice was deep, low and soft while he spoke to you.

“I feel the same,” you confessed with a small smile, “you’re easy to talk to.”

“I think that’s just the way I am. I’m very outgoing,” he said.

In disagreement, you shook your head, “it’s not just that.”

He chuckled at your reply, not entirely understanding what you meant, but he hoped and presumed it was a good thing. You weren’t someone who would lie, and he knew that because that’s how you were growing up.

Although he never spoke to you, he paid close attention. You were the quiet girl in the back of the class who read her book and ignored her surroundings— you were different.

How could he not pay attention to you?

He remembers the first day you spoke to him, his laces were untied, and you were worried he’d trip over them. He remembers you getting out of your seat— a low huff leaving your lips— and tying his laces for him. He remembers you put your book down to tell him off for not being careful.

He remembers because of the way you smiled at him, gazed at him and cared for him.

Jungkook swore he fell in love that day.

↝ Soft music mixed with heavy rain

The walk to the record store was always one of your favourites. It was a cold and wet morning; the streets were washed with light shades of oranges and dark browns while fallen leaves littered the roads. You smiled to yourself as you admired your surroundings.

There were vinyls upon vinyl, posters covered the wall, and music played in the background. Your hands worked their way through the piles of records, album after album. You smiled at the various bands— some you’d never heard of, some your mum spoke fondly of and others you’d listened to while growing up.

It was one of those peaceful afternoons with nothing on your mind except what you would do when you got home. You contemplated what coffee you should drink and what album you should listen to when you got home. You subconsciously started humming to the song playing through the store.

“DEAN?” Someone next to you asked.

You raised your head and nodded with a broad smile, “music prodigy.”

“I’ll have to give him a listen then, won’t I?” He said while picking up an album, supposedly, for himself.

“You would be missing out if you didn’t,” you joked, “here, follow me.”

The boy with the rectangle smile followed you to the back of the store where you could listen to an album before buying it. After handing him the headphones, you placed the record on the turntable and let it play.

He moved his head to the beat as his smile grew twice the size, making you laugh. You knew he was one of Jungkook’s friends. You’d seen him annoy the oldest of the group many times.

You didn’t think you would ever talk to him, but you didn’t believe Jungkook would ever speak to you again.

“I like him,” he confirmed, taking off the headphones, “I’ll have to get the boys to listen to him too, especially Kookie.”

“Does… does he come here too?”

The boy nodded, “all the time, actually.”

You smiled in response feeling your heart rate increase at the thought of the said boy.

“That’s cool,” you said.

“Yeah… I’m Taehyung, by the way. I realised I didn’t introduce myself.”

“I’m y/n.”

Taehyung lightly patted your head after repeating your name multiple times into the quiet store. He seemed to like how it rolled off his tongue.

“Well, y/n! Thank you for your help!”

You chuckled in response and waved goodbye before making your own way home.

↝ Growing friendships collated with stress.

The library was empty apart from the two other students and you with Jimin. There was one more exam for the both of you before you could finally relax. It had been a long and exciting year, but you were more than ready for it to end.

It had been a tiring day; you’d been awake since 5:30 am due to stress not allowing you to sleep. A yawn left your lips, causing your eyes to water. Jimin smiled at you when your eyes met. He could tell you were beat and felt bad he’d dragged you to the library with him.

“Did you hear about the end of the exam party?”

Jimin was worn-out from studying, and because he knew you felt the same, he was confident you didn’t mind taking a break.

“Yeah, what about it?” You asked with a smile.

“I want you to go with me.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him, “you want me to go to a party?”

He nodded his head. There was an innocent smile on his face while he gazed into your eyes and waited for you to say yes— because any other answer was invalid.

“Okay, only if you drink with me,” you reasoned.

Jimin was a close friend, he was in your art history class, and you were the only one he spoke to. This wasn’t the first time you’d studied together. It was simply a natural occurrence after the first time— when he asked you for help on a deceased artist.

He knew a lot about you since you tended to spill all your secrets when you got drunk, and you’d been drunk more than once around him. Jimin was also the only one who knew all your secrets. Although he was someone who hung out with six other boys and didn’t spend time with you during school, he was kind of an essential person in your life.

And even if you never told him, you knew that he knew.

“It’s a deal,” he agreed, “I’ll be by your side the whole night, and we’ll drink till we get drunk.”

“Or can’t remember who we are,” you added, making him laugh.

Even though none of you voiced your emotions or feelings towards the other, you both knew there was a special friendship between you. A company only the two of you, understood and cherished.

“We’ll have fun like we always do,” he said.

Jimin wasn’t wrong.

“And… Jungkook will be there.”

Your eyes met his mischievous ones, he knew about the slight, growing crush on the younger male, and he never failed to bring him up.

“I told you to stop talking about him,” you scolded.

Jimin laughed, his bunny teeth in full view, “when have I ever listened to you?”

You sighed, “I hate you.”

↝ Alcohol ridden thoughts gardened with raw feelings.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived with Jimin. The majority were already drunk, while others were not far off. You followed Jimin to the back of the house and into the garden. He grabbed two cans of beer from the cooler next to the door before stepping out into the chill air.

“Here,” he offered, “let’s drink till the sun comes out.”

You smiled back, opening the can and taking a mouthful, “Who will care for us if we can’t walk?”

Jimin shrugged his shoulders while slipping an arm around your shoulders, “let’s just enjoy the night, my good friend.”

You laughed out loud, gaining attention from others who simply smiled at the sight— happy to see their fellow classmate/ student happy. Jimin pulled you closer to his side with a cheesy smile on his lips and the feeling of anticipation coursing through him.

He was going to make this night the best one yet.

“Let’s go and see if we can find people we know.”

With a smile still on your lips, you nodded your head and followed him back into the house, hoping you would get to see Jeon Jungkook.

It had been a while since you saw him, the last time was at the cafe when you invited him to join you. Of course, you saw him around campus, but he was either with someone or hurrying to practice, and you were too shy to approach him.

Jimin had stopped next to a group of boys, which you hadn’t noticed until one of them reached for your hand— attempting to get your attention.

His hand was soft, soft and cold.

You briefly glanced at each boy before staring at the one holding your hand, meeting his dark eyes and his dark yet friendly eyes. Your breath caught your throat while you stared at him, studying his features up close…

… Wow.

“It’s been a while.”

Oh god, his voice and that smile.

“It’s nice to see you again.”

Jungkook’s smile grew at your response while he intertwined his fingers with yours and tightened his grip on your hand.

“Likewise,” he muttered.

Your heart was racing in your chest and beating loudly in your ears. It was going to be a long night. However, you weren’t complaining. It had been a while since you saw Jungkook, and you were going to make sure you remembered every second with him. Who knows when you’ll see him again…

“I missed you.”

His voice was deep and low, as if how he felt was a secret to the world. A secret to everyone except you because, at that moment, you were the only one who existed in his eyes.

You turned to look at him with a shy smile, eyes shining under the dim lighting. He was surreal.

“I missed you too.”

It was a whisper, not because you were shy and embarrassed your friend and his friends would hear, but because he was the only one who needed to know. However, you really wanted to share your true feelings, how he made you feel when you were with him, and how you wanted to spend more time with him and see him more often.

What would he say, though?… What would he think?

“Do you want to get away from here?” He asked, hot breath melting your skin.

You met his eyes and slowly nodded your head, bottom lip caught between your teeth. He wanted to spend time with you, of all people… you needed another drink.

Jungkook led you out of the living area and towards the front of the house— where he knew it would be empty since everyone was somewhere in the home or in the garden. Of course, he was right. He always was.

It was nice. The cold air felt good against your warm cheeks and seemed to calm your racing heart. Jungkook was warm, his body close and safe.

You smiled.

“This is nice, isn’t it?”

He was sincere, a simple question with no strings attached.

“It is,” you agreed, squeezing his hand, “it’s better with you.”

Jungkook chuckled into the dark night. It was the first time anyone had ever said that to him. Sure, he knew people enjoyed his company because they always returned, but he’d never heard them say it.

But then again, he didn’t see you all the time.

“I like being with you, y/n.”

You shyly nudged his side, making him laugh once again, “don’t say things like that.”

Jungkook was shining brightly under the moonlight, but this was Jungkook, and he was always shining. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb. His eyes were staring into yours, and you felt your cheeks burn even more.

You wondered if he would lean in and kiss you, but why would he?

“Kookie,” a girl giggled, interrupting your thoughts and time with the boy.

The first thing you noticed was that she was one of the more popular girls, she was a lot more confident than you, too, and you’d seen her with Jungkook before. It made you feel slightly insecure and angry…

Especially when he let go of your hand to talk to her.

He immediately forgot about you.

You watched her flirt with him and laugh with her. This is not how you wanted your night to go. Taking a deep breath, you turned around and went back inside.

Jimin was sitting next to Taehyung when you found him. He smiled at you before pulling you to sit on his lap. After handing you a can of beer, he wrapped his arms around your middle and lay his chin on your shoulder before slipping into his conversation with Taehyung.

You finished your beer and set the can aside while reaching for another. Maybe Jungkook was just supposed to be a friend and nothing more.

A sad love story waiting to be published…

♡ ♡ ♡

It made you laugh because Jimin and Taehyung together were two very funny drunks. Jimin snorted when Taehyung pulled down his pants. He swore he could feel something crawling up his leg.

“I feel something!” He yelped once more.

Taehyung wasn’t wearing his pants anymore. He was lucky his oversized jumper fell to his thighs. However, things only got worse when he set the pants on his head and started strolling down the street as if it was normal.

“Is this a new fashion trend?” You snorted, making Jimin laugh.

The tall male nodded his head, making the legs of the clothing item swing back and forth. This was so stupid, but it was hilarious, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing until your stomach hurt.

Jimin stood in front of his friend and tied the legs of the pants around Taehyung’s neck, making him look even more ridiculous than he already did. You would have felt sorry for your neighbours if you weren’t so drunk, but you were having way too much fun to think about them or anyone else, for that matter.

“You guys are too funny!”

Jimin smiled at you before throwing an arm around your shoulder and then Taehyung’s. He led the way to his apartment while murmuring something about new friendships and happiness. And really, all you remember is feeling super pleased that you made a new friend who was just like a lousy drunk as you and Jimin.

Jimin’s apartment was more significant than yours, but it only made sense since he shared it with Taehyung. They were neat boys, just messy drunks. You laughed again.

“You can sleep on the couch, Tae. Y/n will sleep in your bed!”

“Okay, but only after a goodnight hug,” the taller male insisted, holding open his arms and waiting for you.

You smiled widely and stepped into his arms, wrapping yours around his waist. He felt safe.

↝ Hangovers mixed with mistakes

Taehyung was snoring in your ear when you woke up, he was supposed to sleep on the couch in the living room, but he was too tired and lazy to walk that far. It made you laugh because you knew he wanted to sleep on his bed and cuddle.

It wasn’t the first time.

Jimin stepped into the room after knocking on the door with a glass of water and some painkillers. He had the same killer headache as you and Taehyung, so he was ahead of the game and caring as usual.

Which isn’t a trait you’d just learnt about him since this is something he kept letting you know.

“I hope you’re both up for going out because we have no food.”

Taehyung groaned, but you laughed.

“I’m up for going out,” you smiled, “I’m craving coffee.”

“You’re always craving coffee.”

You threw a pillow at Jimin before slipping out of bed and proceeding towards him. Taking the glass of water and pills from his hand, you thanked him with a smile. It’d been less than 24 hours, but it was nice to have good company with people like Taehyung and Jimin, and you were more than happy to have them in your life.

“I’ll meet you guys outside the dorms in 20 minutes,” you said, eyes meeting Taehyung’s briefly, “I need to shower.”

Luckily, you lived across the hall. However, Jungkook lived three doors down— which was something you’d just learnt last night while drunkenly trying to step into Jimin’s and Taehyung’s dorm room.

The memory of ignoring him when he called your name came rushing to mind when you saw him leaning against his door, talking to Namjoon. You made eye contact and felt your cheeks burn under his stare. He probably hated you.

While unlocking your door, you tried to ignore their muffled chatter and the loud laughter coming from Jimin’s dorm. You wished the floor would swallow you whole at times such as this. You glanced towards Jungkook once more before entering your room, and you swear, pinkie swears, swear on your life swear, you saw him roll his eyes at you.

He definitely hated you.

Hopefully, your coffee date with your friends will keep your mind off Jungkook. Maybe over time, you’ll simply magically forget him. As if that’s possible, he’s the football team’s captain, he’s popular, kind, friendly, he’s who everyone wanted to be and be with.

He’s way out of your league, and it took you way too long to realise.

With a deep sigh and some glue, you fixed your slightly broken heart and put on a fake smile. If this is what it was to like someone, you definitely didn’t want to know what it was like to be in love… on that note, maybe you could donate all the romance novels you’ve collected over time.

A loud knock on your door broke you out of your reverie, and muffled chatter and laughter on the other side told you it was Taehyung and Jimin, maybe Namjoon too. If you were honest, you wanted to stay home after sinking into your thoughts.

But you knew Jimin wouldn’t allow that.

You rolled your eyes when there was another knock on the door, followed by someone screaming your name. You told yourself before opening the door with a fake smile on your lips.

That smile didn’t stay on your lips for long, especially after making eye contact with Jeon Jungkook. When you make a mental note to strangle Jimin later, maybe Taehyung can help you.

“Finally,” the tall male exasperated.

You hit the back of his head, making the other two laugh— other two as in Taehyung and Namjoon because frankly, Jungkook wasn’t amused. This was going to be a long, long morning.

Unfortunately for you, the morning coffee date only got worse; you spilt your coffee on yourself. Then you didn’t have enough to buy another, so you had to sit and watch the others drink your favourite drink.

You merged into the background, eyes focused on the window as you watched people walk by, some with smiles and others looking as sad as you. It wasn’t until you felt someone tap your arm that you realised you’d completely zoned out.

“What’s wrong?”

All eyes were on you, including Jungkook’s.

For the first time, you didn’t feel your heart race… maybe the glue you used wasn’t strong enough to keep it together. It was laughable.

Laughable because it was one-sided, and there was no way he’d ever be interested in you, yet here you were with high hopes and a broken heart, which made it laughable.

Eyes meeting Jimin’s concerned ones, you smiled, “nothing, I’m fine.”

It was a lie, and you knew everyone knew it was… but what were you supposed to say? ‘Jungkook hates me, but I might be in love with him, and my heart is broken?’ Yeah, right, you scoffed.

“Do you want me to buy you a drink? Maybe some water?”

Jungkook spoke up this time, and for the first time that morning, he didn’t have evident hate in his eyes. You wanted to cry— not because there was a chance he didn’t hate you, but because you overthought too much for your liking.

“Water would be nice,” you answered.

He smiled… he really smiled, and your eyes widened as you watched him stand up to buy your water. So, maybe he didn’t hate you, but he definitely didn’t have feelings for you.

“What’s up with you?” Jimin questioned as soon as Jungkook left.

You sighed, eyes meeting his worried ones, “I think I’m heartbroken, and there’s no glue out there strong enough to fix it.”

Taehyung and Jimin shared looks before they moved in closer, “is there anything we can do to help?” Jimin asked.

“I don’t think so.”

Taehyung lightly clicked his tongue before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and soothingly rubbing your back for comfort.

“You’re not alone, y/n.”

Jimin was right. You weren’t alone. You were stuck in a black hole and needed friends to help pull you out. Luckily, you had three.

Jungkook was confused when he returned with your water. Everyone was huddled together, muttering amidst themselves, trying their best to comfort you. His eyebrows furrowed together when he saw Taehyung lightly rub your back.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

Everyone pulled apart, eyes meeting the younger male’s as he glared at his friends.

“They were just trying to make me feel better.”

“Yeah!” Jimin added as he stood up, “there was no need for you to break her heart, man.”

Your eyes widened at Jimin’s words. Jungkook was never supposed to know that.

Jimin huffed to himself before leaving the café with Taehyung close behind. Namjoon glanced at you sympathetically before standing up.

“I think you two have a lot to talk about.”

You watched his figure leave, eyes dropping to your lap when he was out of sight. You could not make eye contact with Jungkook… not when Jimin shouted at him like that. This was all your fault.

“I think Jimin’s right,” Jungkook said, taking a seat in front of you.

“He’s never right,” you argued, making him chuckle.

Your eyes finally met his, they were as soft as they usually were, and for the first time that morning, you felt relaxed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think Jimin would shout at you like that. The boys said they wanted to help make me feel better.”

Jungkook slowly nodded his head, trying to understand what was going on.

“I like you,” you finally said, eyes still on his, “actually. It took me a while to realise that you’re way out of my league.”

You tried to laugh it off as a joke, but Jungkook was not impressed.

“Who said you were out of my league?” He asked.

“Me. I saw you with that girl yesterday, and she was so pretty —”

“Is that what this is about? Do you think I like her?”

“Don’t you?”

He scoffed loud and annoyed, “of course not! It’s you I like!”

You opened and closed your mouth, trying to think of something to say, but when nothing came to mind, you opted to keep your mouth shut. That was the last thing you expected Jungkook to say.

It was silent for a long time— okay, for a few seconds, but it felt like a long time before Jungkook spoke up again.

“I…,” he exhaled, “it’s the end of year football game tomorrow. Will you come?”

“Of course! Yes, I would love to.”

“Good,” he sighed in relief, eyes staring out of the window, “good.”

♡ ♡ ♡

If someone asked you about football and what you knew, you would have to say nothing because you were completely clueless. Sure, boys dressed up in big gruff uniforms, running down the field, fighting for a ball was ‘entertaining,’ it was just wasn’t your thing.

Jimin was in disbelief when you told him you were coming to the game— to support the team, not just for Jungkook, but of course, you would like to see him. That would be nice— this statement was followed by nervous laughter.

Of course, your friend didn’t believe you. You were here for Jungkook and Jungkook alone.

“I hate you,” you told Hoseok.

He laughed. He laughed because he’d caught you red-handed.

“I love you too,” he added with a wink making you roll your eyes.

The game was fun to watch, sure. Maybe your eyes were only on Jungkook, but you were still watching the game, which was all that mattered, right? Wrong; according to Jimin, you were supposed to see where the ball was and who had it.

Well, you live, and you learn.

“That’s it!” Jimin shouted, startling you in the process, “we won!”

Your eyes moved towards the field where you saw a group of boys huddled together, shouting with big smiles, but that’s not the important thing. The important thing was when you made eye contact with Jungkook, and he pointed at you and then himself while mouthing the words ‘you’ and ‘me.’

It seemed like he was asking you out on a date to celebrate his win, and he very well deserved one. However, you didn’t expect him to run up the bleachers… towards you when you nodded a’ yes’ to him!

There was a broad smile on your face, eyes still focused on his, and when he got closer, you felt your heart race and ring in your ears. Was this really happening? Yes, yes, it was.

Jungkook reached for your hand and pulled you towards him, lips sealed on yours almost instantly. It would have been as romantic as it was in your books, but you had Jimin screaming in your ear and half the school cheering the two of you on.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jungkook asked as soon as he broke away, “I would ask you after our third date like a gentleman, but I don’t have the patience.”

You chuckled at his honesty and kissed his cheek before nodding again, “yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“It’s about time!” You heard Jimin yell.

Another mental note: strangle Jimin with the help of Namjoon and Taehyung.

♡ ♡ ♡

It had only been two months since you became Jungkook’s girlfriend, but you still felt those jittery feelings in your stomach when you were with him, and you were confident they would never leave.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook chuckled when he saw you chewing on your bottom lip.

Your eyes met his, and you smiled gently, “I’m great!”

“Me too,” he replied, hand interlaced in yours, “, especially with you.”

Jimin visibly cringed at the overly sweet words and affections, “gross,” he muttered.

Your eyes met your friend’s, and you smiled at him, “I’m telling Jin and Yoongi.”

He gasped, “you wouldn’t!”

“But she would,” Jin said as he’d overheard the conversation, “and you better believe you’ll get an earful from me.”

“Great,” the male huffed, earning laughter from the group.

Never once did you think you would have seven amazing best friends and one hell of a fantastic boyfriend you loved dearly. And never once would you change this for anything in the world, you were happy, and to be honest, that was all that mattered.

You were living in a romance novel yourself.

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