Mafia Fanboy || Jeon Jungkook ✓

6: Dream

"W-What?" I stuttered. "WHAT? Both of you kissed already?" Hobi shouted while covering his mouth and I looked at Ari.

She smiled slightly but her eyes held no emotions while she said. "I was just joking. I didn't have my first kiss yet but I like strawberry flavor."

She reminds me of a robot by her behavior.

"But what are you doing all awake this early?" Namjoon asked her and she looked at him. "Why would I answer you?" She replied shortly and he glared at her. "These are my best friends. More like my brothers. This is Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung." I introduced and she nodded.

"Nice to meet you. I am Jin Ari," she said while bowing at them and I smiled at her. "What do you do, Ari? Are you a student?" Jin asked her and she smiled at him.

"I am a serial killer," she answered while smiling and all of us gasped. She smiled even wider and nodded at him.

"I am just joking. I am a webtoon artist" She said and I heard all of them sigh in relief while I laughed at their reactions.

"Isn't this, that Pomme?" Taehyung screamed while widening his eyes. "Wait! The writer that Jungkook is obsessed with?" Hobi screamed and Ari nodded. "Yes. I am that writer."

"No, but out of all times why are you here to give this watch to him now?" Jimin asked him and she looked at him.

"I was out so I thought this would be the perfect time to give him this," she said and he nodded. "But how did you know that he was here?" Yoongi asked.

"I was luckily near this place." She said. Hobi frowned at her. "He could have been in his house now." He said and she nodded.

"He could have but I don't know his home address." She said and I agreed to that. "Wow, this feels like destiny," Taehyung said comically.

"Why were you near this place?" Namjoon asked her and she looked at him. "I was clicking pictures for my webtoon backgrounds."

"This early?" Hobi asked and she nodded. "There are no people around at this time. I hate too many people around."

"You remind me of someone . . ." Jimin said and all of us looked at Yoongi. "What? I also hate people. What's new?" Yoongi said blatantly.

"What is your dream?" Ari asked while looking at Yoongi. "Dream? Mafia. This was my dream." He said while looking at her but she shook her head.

"That is your work. I am asking about dreams. Work is work. Life is Life." She said and looked at me while I blushed and tried to control my lips from curving up. 

"What is your dream?" Jimin asked her and she looked at him and then at the ground. "I had my mom as a dream since I was a kid. Then my dream was 'love' after she passed away. And now my dream . . ." she said and looked up to face me. 

She pointed her index finger at me before saying, "My dream is him."

Jungkook's heart lies under this tombstone🪦 Please refrain from clicking pictures in front of it. This is a memoir, not a monument! 

That's it! My heart stopped working and 1 million butterflies were bumping each other inside my stomach.

Am I her dream? Did she say that? In front of so many people? I looked at her and she smiled at me sincerely while I smiled back at her. 

I didn't even turn to look at the reactions of my friends. I don't give a fuck about them right now. The girl in front of me just stole my heart and is playing soccer with it at this moment.

"Pomme!" We all turned to look at three men jogging up to Ari while sweating. They were all in their shorts and t-shirts. "Oh? Editor Kwon? Chi-won and Mino? What brings you here?" She asked them.

"Well, I was just jogging with them and saw your kick scooter outside and thought of paying you a visit." He said while grinning sheepishly and she nodded while humming.

"Here, have this. This new tonic was released and I heard that this is good for the wrists." He said and took the plastic bag from his friend. He took out a blue packet of something and tore it open before handing it to her. 

"Also, these are for you." He said while handing her the plastic bag. She sipped on the packet while looking inside the bag and taking out some pain relief patches from it. 

"Pain relief patch? Are you hurt somewhere?" I asked her in concern and she looked at me and pouted.

"I have a herniated disk," she said while holding her hips.
"a herniated cervical disk," she said while holding the back of her neck.
"shoulder blade pain," she said while holding her shoulders.
"sciatica nerve pain," she said while holding the back of her legs.

And our mouths opened wider each time she revealed a new one.

"I also suffer from chronic migraines," she said while holding her forehead.
"reflux esophagitis," she said, rolling her wrist gesturing similar to vomiting.
"De Quervain's Tenosynovitis," she said while holding her wrist.
"and carpal tunnel syndrome." She said while showing us both of her palms.

While we stood there watching her with open mouths.

"The list goes on, but I'll stop till here." She said while smiling slightly and looking at us before resuming sipping on the tonic. "Then shouldn't you stop working?" Jimin asked her and she looked at him.

"Most webtoon artists suffer from similar chronic conditions. That tells you how difficult the job actually is," she said and the Editor nodded while the other guys were fake bawling while holding their wrists. "Who are they?" I asked pointing to the two guys. 

"They are my color artists, Chi-won and Mino," Ari said while the guys were waving at us. "Colour artist?" Jin asked.

"Pomme draws the scenes and makes the dialogues. But then they fill them with colors. One fills up the character and the other one fills up the background." The Editor said and the guys nodded.

"Pomme, about the mentor program I said about-"
"I don't want to. It is annoying because everyone recognizes me!" She whined and handed the empty packet of tonic in his hands while the Editor looked at her desperately.

"But aren't you a superstar?" Hobi asked and she turned to face him. "I bet you thought of me as a superstar. Seriously, everyone recognizes me and asks to take a picture with me. They post it on social media, tag me, and write mean things about me. 'She thinks she is pretty,' 'she is an attention seeker,' 'she thinks she is a superstar,' blah blah blah!" She said and I looked at her.

"Please! Just this once please." The Editor pleaded but she glared at him. Did I mention that she looks extra cute when she is angry? Okay, now I did. 

"No, they say mean things about me. I don't want to go there just for people to hate on me-"

"You are liked," I cut her off. She looked at me with raised brows but I continued.

"You are liked by many people as well. So instead of focusing on the negative comments just pay attention to the ones who appreciate you." I said sincerely and she blinked her eyes at me before smiling widely. 

She turned to face the Editor and her color artists. "I will only go to the camp if he accompanies me." She said, pointing her finger at me.

My eyes widen and I frowned at her. The Editor looked at me and frowned as well. "W-Who is he?"

She walked over to me while I stared at her with large eyes and saw her wrapping her hands around my biceps. 

My breath hitched at her softness and I was slowly losing my shits. She smiled gently and looked at the Editor before saying.

"He is my husband. Jeon Jungkook."