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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙀𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏: 𝙏𝙍𝙔 𝙈𝙀, 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙔𝙊𝙐
I KNOW THESE ARE TRADITIONALLY Valentine's Day gifts but I don't care. I want every day to feel like Valentine's Day for you, Love Jungkook.
Written by Jungkook's own hand and attached to a box of chocolates resting in the arms of a honey brown teddy bear. That was the second gift of many. One every day for the next two and a half weeks, Jungkook spoiled her from afar, always leaving her gifts that she could expect to accidentally trip over at 6 in the morning.
It kept on like this over the next few weeks. Weeks where they simply trained and hardly talked outside of that, weeks separated and lonely, weeks of Jungkook delivering gifts to her door. Every single day for 2 and a half weeks. Most of them were small, sweet, little gifts, things she needed. A traveling coffee cup so she doesn't have to rush to finish drinking her coffee before going to work and one she used heavily. Jungkook was over the fucking moon when he saw her using it.
A new coffee machine because her old one kept stalling and leaking water. He got her one of those fancy Keurigs with a whole stash of K-cups to go with it so she wouldn't have to buy them herself. Andrea found herself liking the useful things more than the romantic ones because after the cheek-splitting smiles and lovesick giggling passed, there was nothing left to do except cry. Because she missed the feeling of being actively in love. She missed, not only Jungkook, but what he made her feel.
She wanted nothing more than to fall back into her blissful ignorance. She was never happier in those moments when she thought all of his intentions were pure and that she had finally found someone good for her. Andrea would rather a thousand times over that she had remained in her soft, beautiful lie where she could forever live in euphoria than to be exposed to the painful, ugly truth of it all. All a girl like her has is that ignorance to keep her happy.
So all of Jungkook's gifts are tainted, no matter how expensive or thoughtful they were. That's the thing about men. They so desperately try to claw their way back into favor when shit doesn't go their way. They spoil their mistress with gifts for one reason or another. So they wouldn't rat them out to their wife or girlfriend, so she'd stay on their leash and let them come use her whenever they felt bored, or in Jungkook's case, so he doesn't get outed as someone who likes people like her, people he shouldn't like. Because the worst thing in the world for a world-famous athlete such as himself was for the whole world to know this girl with a dick just does it for him. He must perform heteronormativity to the fullest extent or he will be ousted from his career just like her.
None of it felt genuine even if all of his gifts were heartfelt. Andrea could see they were heartfelt, just not in the same way Jungkook did. All of this to her was simply a plea, a plea for her to come back into the fold, an attempt to buy her loyalty and commitment back.
