attraction.

Teenage Romance. 2/3

Growing up, Park Chaeyoung was taught to be strong, independent and resilient. Her father told her that that's what being a Park meant and that the reason why their family had such a legacy for success, was because every Park knew how to stand on their own two feet, to be their own person without needing to be reliant or clingy to another. And for the most part, she was. Park Chaeyoung learned how to get shit done, whether it was school, ignoring the bullies, working part time, her duties as class president and entertaining his father's colleagues. She was a master of six languages (Arabic, Japanese, Chinese, English, Korean and Italian) with black belts in three different forms of martial arts.

Yet, the same girl who knew how to knock a fully grown man down was holding onto the star footballers' strong arms like her life depended on it as they pass through the dimly lit venue with loud music reverberating through her ears.

Wearing a borrowed tight bodycon dress that fell to her mid-thigh and Jeon Jungkook's leather jacket (because he noticed how uncomfortable she was hiding her chest as they walked to the venue) she holds firmly onto his toned arms, realizing where all the hype came from.

In many ways, she could admit, objectively, that Jeon Jungkook was every girl's ideal type.

Jeon Jungkook was charismatic and charming and had the ability to command any room just with his eyes and smile. He was humorous and knew the right way to read the room and make every person feel as though they were the only person on his mind. And well... objectively, he was a solid 11/10 appearance wise. It seemed as though he knew every single person in the party because every two seconds that passed in the one-minute walk to the table of drinks, he was met with a hug, or a kiss on his cheek or a fist bump.

She couldn't help but feel small, standing next to someone like him.

Despite their similar height (in heels), his personality was bigger to compensate for them both.

"I'll make you a drink," he suggests, those his eyes look at her with concern, almost making her feel vulnerable, as though he were asking for permission.

"Yeah, maybe nothing too strong," she tells him, pulling a bit of her hair behind her hair and she looks around nervously.

He hands her a cup which she takes a sip from, noticing the bright orange.

"What is it?"

She doesn't completely hate it.

He chuckles, "... it's orange juice Chaeyoung. I won't force you to drink."

She breathes a side of relief, nodding as she watches as he takes a sip from his cup. Bright red. It's pretty.

"Do you want a sip?" He asks her.

She nods.

Taking a sip, she winces at the sudden bitterness running through her throat, and he quickly hands her the juice from earlier to help chase the taste down.

"Is it really your first time?" He asks her, "... drinking, I mean."

"Not just alcohol," she responds, "... a party. Wearing something so revealing. Going out late out night for leisure."

"Don't worry, I'll look after you," he smiles at her, hand out for her to hold as he puts his drink down, "... can you dance let's go?"

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Jeon Jungkook would be lying if he were to say that he was surprised to see how good she danced, especially considering that she barely had any alcohol in her system. It took a few minutes but once she kept her focus on him and the music, and not on her surrounding, it was almost as though she were in her own little world and well—to be honest, he was beginning to get agitated by the war the other guys were beginning to look.