Anbudan Saranghae .«( Book 1 )».

Chapter 5

Jungkook was standing near his hotel room's window. He left the stadium once he came out of that meeting room lying that he had head ache which was partially true.

" Wow!!! My fan was so beautiful. She is from Assam. She looked similar to us. So I felt as if talking with a Korean. And her voice, OMG. " It was Jimin who was awestruck by his fan. He described how he enjoyed his one hour with a very delicate and sweet girl.

" Yeah, stop shouting. I feel sleepy. " Suga told with a grumpy face falling on nearby couch of their dressing room.

" Why you look as if you slept in your meeting?" Jhope asked while wearing the silver bracelet with purple heart given by his fangirl to be said correctly fan-grandmother. Though it was an old woman he made her happy.

" Yep, that fangirl from Andhra Pradesh asked me to rest if I wanted.  How considerate, right?" Suga told with a gummy smile remembering how he loves that girl for her caring.

" Let me guess, hearing that you had fallen face down on the couch with your eyes closed, Am I Right? Mr. Min Yoongi " Jin asked with an accusing look and he got the reply with the Suga's smug face. " You are Unbelievable, Suga. " he told shaking his head disappointed. " You must have disappointed your lovely die-hard-fan."

" Ohhh, No no. She even sung me a lullaby in her own language. What is that." he was thinking " Yeah, Telugu. It was so pleasing for me to not sleep. So by sleeping I gave reward to her lullaby. " he told shyly earning a sigh from everyone.

While RM started to speak with a nervous chuckle " And I know, you broke the centre table. " Jin completed RM's sentence." I got the information from manager." V was blabbering about his unique fan boy. But Jungkook couldn't answer anyone's question while they inquired.

He came back to present when a hard blow of wind hit him. This managed to get the glimpse of that girl who was standing near the window when he met first.

The way her curly hair and her dress danced for the breeze when he opened the door, the way her grip around coffee mug tightened sensing his presence, the way her eyes twinkled by looking him, the way she smiled at the end, the calmness after the storm he felt with her presence. Everything was overwhelming for him. He couldn't help but smile replaying that mere 10 minutes within him.

He came across many gorgeous women in his field but he never felt like this. He knew it was not about the beauty because she was not that beauty, it was her, the inner not the outer.

Everyone boarded for the flight but Jungkook didn't wanted to leave India. He wanted to see her atleast once. He was even waiting for her to appear from nowhere but nothing happened. With an heavy heart he left India.

After 8 Months:

" Flash News The great K-pop singer, the maknae of BTS, Jeon Jungkook is accused of attacking a person and smashing the beer bottle on his head in a five star bar." The news reader spoke in a fluent tamil.

" What the Fuck!!! " Reya shouted when she couldn't suppress her shock.

" Mind your language." told her mom with a glare for which she smiled apologetically. She then tried to get information regarding what really happened and about Jungkook's whereabouts. But all she got was that the same thing the news telecasted and that Jungkook being absconded.

He was nowhere in Seoul, not in Busan not even at any members' native. She was very worried for him. After meeting him at person, knowing that he was a gentleman and so polite as he was shown, she fell in more love with him. She almost teared imagining the consequences. The last thing she wanted was to see a image of Jungkook being hurt. She prayed God. She asked her mom to pray for his well - being.