10000 Hours | liskook

39 | right amount of wrongs

❝I'm drunk from your thoughts, it hurts; why do I still end up wanting you?❞
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; summary : For Jungkook, loving Lalisa has always been too easy, but it is just as difficult for him to express himself. So how many times did Jungkook go wrong to confess his feelings at the right time?

; w.c : 8.1k (no words 🤐)

; genres/warnings : childhood friends to lovers (why am i in love with this trope recently😭), disgusting amount of fluff/slow burn, coming of age au, mostly jungkook centred!, angst in form of intense pining and hopeless romanticism, rotten attempt at comedy, hints of slapping and toxic relationships, the story becomes endless at one point of time, jk is awkward, a little dense, very shy and has some self esteem issues but i love him, jk overthinks A LOT in this, lisa is a bit oblivious at first BUT she's a big sweetheart!🥹

; notes :

1) the last time i updated here was on tae's birthday and now we're nearing jungkook's birthday already? lmao so sorry for abandoning this book! i was working on other ideas so it completely slipped past my head that i hadn't updated in ages. nobody's awaiting my shitposts anyway :')

2) oh well this was supposed to be a special update jungkook's birthday but the reason why i'm publishing it in advance is because i have this important national level uni entrance in the same week and my schedule will be hectic during that period. also it's chaotic to leave my account because of one blunder that i don't want to repeat again, hence here's an early update!♡

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«NARRATION»

When Shakespeare had infamously quoted, "the course of true love never did run smooth", he had probably been right.

Love was a fickle emotion, and equally tricky to comprehend. The wise old folks often said that love hits you out of nowhere, and when it does, it's like a handful of sand slipping away from the palm, difficult to grasp when the realisation hits too late. Jungkook begged to differ from this notion, for love was all he'd ever known — especially when it came to her.

His mind traced back to a seemingly mundane day in springtime at school that became slowly extraordinary with the introduction of a new student in his fourth grade.

Jung Lalisa was her name, as she recited when the teacher prompted her to introduce herself.

Back then, little Jungkook wasn't great when it came to describing words owing to his limited vocabulary, so he settled down for the word pretty. Yet that did not clear away the obscure palpitations of his chest when the girl daintily perched on the seat beside him and shot a polite smile his way. It was a feeling that teenage Jungkook would recognise as something close to a faint infatuation of sorts.

Nevertheless, the fluttering feeling brought with itself a mortification that Jungkook from the adult years would look back as a part of the first meeting, only because it had rendered him bashful and speechless, smiling away like a silly little boy that he was.

That was the first time when an imaginary butterfly nestled itself in Jungkook's chest, the feeling that was to become increasingly profound in the forthcoming years.

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If anything, Jungkook's mother had endured within herself a lot of patience to deal with a child like her son. Of course, it was not easy to locate a flower bouquet shop as early as seven in the morning. All the eleven-year-old Jungkook managed to get was a single white garden daisy, a flower that symbolised purity and innocence.