Mystery Girl

Busan 9

Jungkook's POV

My self-control is being tested here. I know I can't get ahead of myself, but I so badly want to. I want to run my hands through y/n's hair and kiss her soft, sweet lips. I want to watch her blush as I run my thumb along her lower lip and gaze into her eyes hungrily. I want so badly to wake up in the morning and for her to be the first thing I see. 

I know that this could only ever be a fantasy for me. I was completely and utterly shocked when PD-nim let us bring y/n on tour, but to ask to have a relationship with her has such complications behind it, I don't want to even think about it. 

Birds fly overhead in the beautiful, starry night. The moon is so clear and round it almost looks photoshopped. The waves that continue to roll on gently without a care in the world lap at the sand and pulls rocks and pebbles back and forth. The grainy sand is scattered with various shells and the night seems so quiet, even when cars pass by noisily. 

I feel y/n in my arms, tense and unmoving. I saw the fear in her face when she noticed the look in my eyes. I smirk to myself silently, am I really capable of making y/n feel the way I do?  I push the thought away slowly, not wanting to ponder too much and instead enjoy the way that y/n's breathing fills my ears, a slow in and out of breath that feels just as rhythmical as the ocean waves.

Y/n's bare arms brush against mine and I feel my hair start to stand on end at her touch. Her hair is brushing against my chin softly, almost tickling me. I don't mind though, in some ways it adds the calmness of this peaceful night. Without thinking too much about it, I lean back in the sand so that y/n lifts her face from my chest and watches me carefully. 

I grin slowly and lift my hand up from the sand to hold y/n's jaw in my hand. Her skin is soft but there are bumps and imperfections that I can feel under my thumb. Her face is warm despite the cool weather of the night and I run my tongue over my lips smoothly, watching her face blush in the shadows. 

I let my hand drop to the ground again and open my mouth to speak. Before any words come out, y/n brushes off her lap and stands up calmly, looking out across the sparkling reflections of the stars on the sea. I watch her curiously as she walks toward the water, abandoning her shoes where she had dropped them on the sand a couple of metres away. 

Her dress blows around her thighs gently, like the wind wishes to whisk her away to some fairytale that she can be the princess of. Her hair blows similarly, blocking my view of her made-up face in the moonlight. She reaches the edge of the sand, staring at the waves at her feet for a while before lifting a foot and dipping it into the murky water.

I can see her shiver and shake slightly at the cold temperature before she wades in further, up to her ankles in the surf. Almost without reason, she looks back at me and holds her arm out, her hand extending towards me. I stare at the curves of her fingers before lifting myself from the ground, not even bothering to brush myself off before walking towards her in awe. 

As I get closer, I can see her face more clearly as the light reflects off the waves in fragments. This causes a rippling effect to be projected onto her face and for a moment, I am starstruck, wondering what about this night feels so magical. 

Her fingertips brush against mine and sparks fly in my stomach, my hand starting to shake subtly, her warmth radiating to me. Once our palms have met and our fingers are wrapped around one another, we let our hands drop between us and we both turn back to the shimmering water, watching as the different waves rise and fall. 

Y/n's POV

As we leave the beach in stunned silence, I wonder how I ever had the courage to come this far with the members. I think of the pauses of comfortable and curious silence that had fallen between me and Jungkook just now. Did he want to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him? Did he want to have our hands intertwined forever, just watching the ripples of water and reflections of bright moonlight? 

I smile to myself shortly, allowing myself to fantasise in my delirious state of desire. Maybe this is how it is meant to be. Maybe, after all these years if hoping and praying and quite frankly, begging to end up with my bias, my wish may be granted? Life couldn't be that fair could it? It couldn't just grant my wish like this without consequences or something, right? 

We push the doors open to a karaoke bar, Jungkook now wearing a beanie, a mask and sunglasses and walking ahead of me slightly. It hurts even though I know it is only necessary. 

Once in the karaoke booth, Jungkook turns to me quietly. "What song do you want to sing?" I ponder on the question for a while, wondering what would be fun to sing. "How about Still With You?" I blurt after a while of consideration. Even in the darkness of the room, I can see the flush of colour spread across his cheeks and I smile genuinely, loving the feeling of warmth stirring inside of me. 

He nods silently and I walk to the machine, picking up the microphone. I turn back to face him, holding up the other microphone to him. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do this, this is my first time at one of these." A look of confusion and mild surprise passes over his handsome features before he smiles softly and steps forward to take the microphone from my hands.

The song starts and Jungkook sings softly, his voice floating around the enclosed room enchantingly, making my heart flutter ridiculously. After a couple of lines, it is my turn and I put all of my focus into singing, hoping that it sounds as light and elegant as I am trying to make it sound.

My heart is thumping in my chest as nerves take over my body. I don't stop though, I don't give up and I try my best to stop my voice from shaking uneasily with fear. I won't let my nervousness get the best of me, instead, I sing with as much as emotion as I can before my voice can crack. 

When my voice does inevitably crack during the chorus, I look to Jungkook self-consciously and he smiling down at me, a world of honesty and hidden feelings in the depths of his eyes. I almost get lost in his eyes before realising I had stopped singing. I can't sing the Korean properly without seeing the lyrics. 

Jungkook finishes the last note with such beauty that I sit down to stop myself from falling down. He smiles down at me as we wait for our score to appear on the screen. 98 the screen reads. What does the machine know? That was totally a 100. Maybe it was my background vocals that lost us those two points. I laugh and punch the air anyway as Jungkook jumps around the small room excitedly, punching the air violently. 

Maybe people never change. Maybe we never truly grow old.

(1290 words)

Author's Note

Hehe, hi! Early update so that I can start updating every Sunday and not be stressed trying to write on a school day. I know I am dragging out this date, but I can't really help myself lol. I hope you guys are having as much fun as I am with this fanfic! Thank you all, vote and comment if you wish, it really means a lot to me to know people like what I write. Love you all! 💜