ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ɪ ᴅɪᴇ, ɪᴛs ʏᴏᴜ
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JJK POV~
─────────────Rrrrrrring..... rrrring....... "ugggh not again" I thought to myself as I sluggishly opened my eyes.
Rrrring....rrring... the alarm keeps ringing. I immediately sit up leaning on the bed headboard. I grabbed the alarm clock from the bedside table and put it on snooze so that I don't end up dozing off. I looked around my bedroom or should I say hotel room, and it was a complete mess. All my luggage and bags were lying on the floor, clothes were sticking out of it, there were a few t-shirts lying here and there, my eyes fell on the spilled soda on the carpeted floor and food crumbs lying around all over the place. My hyungs (older brother) were here last night and we had a small celebration regarding our success over the years. We talked about how far we had come since our debut back in 2013...
About me??
I am Jeon Jungkook. Best known among my fans as Kookie. Yes, I have fans or as a call them, admirers and yes, I am an idol. I belong to the boy group BTS or sometimes referred to as 'BANGTAN BOYS'.
Since we debuted, everything didn't go as smoothly as planned. We didn't gain much attentions or win any favorable awards, it started to go down for us... when we were just about to give up, everything actually started to work out..... we started gaining attentions and win awards and finally became one of the most successful boy groups till age. I am happy with our success but at the same time it comes with disadvantages.(lets not talk about that now)Ever since I was young I was constantly surrounded by the people I loved. My family, my friends, my brother and last but not least my bandmates. My parents were very supportive of whatever I did. They were very understanding and encouraging. In one word you could say I had everything a child would ask for.
I slowly pulled myself off the bed and put on my slippers, still overwhelmed in thoughts I walked towards the large picture window. As I overlooked the glamourous yet peculiarly grand city of Milan I couldn't help but wonder how I got here.
We were invited as guests at The Milan fashion week. But that's not the only reason we're here. Basically our agency set up an appointment with this famous fashion designer who is a rising star in the industry and encourage her to take on a job or in simple words stand as 'a costume designer' for our latest upcoming MV.
We came here to personally persuade her to take on the request as it would make it look more sincere.
The reason for that is, according to people around her, she is very cold and doesn't like talking face to face. Most of the time she makes business deals through her assistant who communicates with the other party instead of her. But surprisingly when we sent an invitation, she agreed. I admit I was shocked but I guess we'll have to see if she agrees or not. After all no one can resist my charms.I move away from the window approaching the washroom. As I was about to step inside, my door burst open revealing Jung Hoseok, one of my band members, the most energetic one I should say, he's like a ball of energy, always moving around.
"Hyung, for the one-hundredth-and-forty-secondth time, can you please knock on the door before entering? You nearly gave me a heart attack." I said breathlessly.
He ran toward me at full speed, held my shoulders and started shaking me like a piggy bank."Kookie, Kookie, Kookieeee, we are going for a Milan tour today remember? huh remember? I am so excited!!" he exclaimed. "I remember hyung, but did you see the mess you all made in my room last night? We have to clean this up before we go" I replied.
"Fine, I'll clean it all up while you go wash up"."Thanks, hyung". I pat his shoulder and go wash up. And that's how my day began. Quite a start huh?
To be continued......
Authors note-
The plot is going slow but it will lead up to something, i promise. Happy reading!
love, miyaki
YOU ARE READING
Your truly
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