Mystery Girl

Busan 7

Jungkook's POV

I don't like y/n seeing me in this state- an emotional wreck after a heartfelt performance. I can't seem to push her away. Her shoulder is so comforting to relax on and even though I know that I am dripping with sweat and crying on her shoulder, she doesn't seem to mind. I like that about y/n. She is selfless when she wants to be. 

She helps others before herself most of the time and that I find admirable. It seems almost second nature to her to help us whenever she can. I don't think she notices how often she is doing small favours for each of us and I really wish I could tell her how much I appreciate her. If only I had the guts to do that instead of crying in her arms like she is my noona. 

I breathe in her now-familiar scent, comforted by her warmth. I am surprised as I feel warm drops of water fall onto my neck. Under my arms, I feel y/n's shoulders start to shake and realise that she is also crying now. I smile softly to myself, touched that she is also feeling emotional from the performance. I rub circles on her back soothingly, pressing my face further into her neck.

Y/n laughs quietly as though she is in defeat to my attempts to cheer her up. She pulls away slowly, looking so deep into my eyes that I feel I may stop breathing and drown at any moment. Her face is so close. I can see every pore. I stare at her streaked makeup and cracked lips affectionately. She looks fragile, almost vulnerable like this.

I look back up to her eyes and they are lit with persistent determination to get through every situation and pull everyone along with her. I smile widely, finding it funny that I thought for a second that this girl was fragile. She raises her eyebrow at me but I just shake my head slowly and I wipe the tears from her face gently. 

She leans ever so slightly into my touch, so lightly that I am not sure whether I am imagining it or not before I let my hand drop and we sit staring at each other in silence for a couple of seconds. As though breaking some form of trance we were in, Taehyung and Jimin come over to tease me playfully. 

Taehyung exclaims "Look at Kookie! Aw you sad Kook?" he doesn't say it mockingly, just lightly and I smile up at him. I cross my arms over my chest, playing along "No! Big boys don't cry!" I say and pout as cutely as I can. 

Jimin starts laughing and walks closer to sit down next to me, pinching my cheek. "That's right, you're a big boy now Kook." He smiles, blinding me with his kindness. I look away from him slowly, knowing that in a second I will be grinning like an idiot. Jimin notices the expression on my face and throws his arm around me. "Come over here Tae, Kookie needs a hug." 

So that's how I end up with Jimin and Tae either side of me, cooing like I was a child. I let my gaze wander over to y/n who is still sitting facing me, a little further away than she was before, a look of happiness and adoration passing over her features. 

I look down at my feet before ruffling Jimin and Tae's hair with my hands. "You guys are the babies," I laugh and stand up carefully, Jimin and Tae still clinging onto my arms. "Kookie! Don't leave us!" Jimin cries. "Yeah! You're really warm!" Tae adds, his boxy smile taking over his face. I shake my head at them in despair, pretending I don't like their affections and attention. 

Y/n is still sitting on the floor and I look down to see her covering her mouth with her hand as she giggles quietly. "You find this funny?" I ask her sarcastically and she nods as she looks up at me. I roll my eyes dramatically and she springs to her feet, pulling us all into a group hug. "You guys are so silly, you know?" she whispers and all three of us have frozen, not prepared for y/n's actions.

Y/n seems to be oblivious to our tension and laughs, ruffling each of our hair in turn, even if this means that she has to go on her tiptoes. I bite my lip subtly, trying not to smile too much at her endearing softness. 

Y/n's POV

After we left the stadium and went back to the tour bus, I pick my clothes up and stride swiftly to the bathroom. I change as quickly as possible, knowing that it is already quite late and that Jungkook will need to have enough sleep for tomorrow's concert. I watch myself apply makeup in the mirror and pause for a second. Who is this girl? The girl in the mirror frowns back at me, her eyes look more lit up with life and her back straighter as though she possessed the very air of confidence. Her makeup was done well, the eyeliner actually symmetrical. 

This girl- she looks like me, but, there is just something so inherently different with the way she moves and the way she stares into my eyes as if daring me to say something. This girl seems to carry confidence that I have never seen before. 

This girl- she is actually happy. 

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Author's Note

Here we are~ bout to go on date with Kookie, how we feeling? Vote and comment if you wish, love you guys 💜