NOVEMBER. 2022
Jungkook's suitcase laid open on the floor of his living room, half-filled with neatly folded black shirts, stage pants, and too many pairs of Calvin Kleins that Minhee pretended not to notice.
She tossed another hoodie onto the pile.
"You're going for five days, Jungkook, not a year-"
He looked up from where he was sitting cross-legged, hair messy, cheeks a little pouty.
"But what if I need options?"
"You always need options," Minhee muttered, smiling despite herself
He reached out, catching her wrist gently as she passed by.
"Come with me."
She sat beside him on the floor, knees touching.
"Jungkookie..." she breathed, already feeling her chest tighten
"I'll get you your own room," he teased
"You don't have to be on camera, you don't have to do anything. Just... be there."
Minhee looked at him, really looked... and that made it even harder.
Of course she wanted to go.
Of course she wanted to see him shine in person.
But she placed her hand over his on the edge of the suitcase.
"This moment is yours," she said softly
"Your first huge solo step. If I'm there... cameras will start looking at us. Instead of the world focusing on you... it'll become... about us..."
"BTS."
He didn't respond just swallowed with his jaw flexing.
"It's not because I don't want to be with you," she whispered
"It's because I want you to have this, fully."
His shoulders slowly dropped.
Not disappointed.
Just... accepting.
Jungkook didn't say anything at first.
He just stared at her before shifting forward closing the small gap between them and rested his forehead against her shoulder, as if he was a little kid who lost an argument.
"Jungkook-ah~" Minhee laughed as he looked up at her with puppy dog eyes
"You look like Bam-ah-"
He let out a soft breathy laugh, the kind he only did when he was trying not to get too emotional.
He lifted his head just enough to press a long, lingering kiss to her lips.
When they finally parted, Minhee wiped a stray tear from the corner of Jungkook's eye with her thumb.
"Jungkookie-ah..." she teased softly
"Don't get all sentimental on me now."
"I'm not crying. You're crying." He sniffed dramatically
"Uh-huh."
He laughed, finally pulling her fully into his chest in a tight hug.
She buried her face in his shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of vanilla and shampoo.
"Okay," Minhee leaned back, blinking quickly as she tried to get herself together
"No more sad vibes. Let's figure out your toiletries-"She gave his cheek a gentle tap
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IDOL | BTS 8th member
Fiksi PenggemarIDOL. ❝You can't stop me loving myself❞ The only girl in an all boy group. Nothing can go wrong... right? A bts eighth member fanfiction ♡ OC.
