klooble x jungkook - a fascinating love story

nine

—thursday night—

i was waiting at jungkook's apartment door, waiting for someone to answer. it was raining today so i'm a little soaked, that's okay. 

"hello! klooble?" jungkook's mom asked.

"yes!"  i said.

"come in! lovely to meet you." jungkook's mom lead me to their living room.

"oh, you can call me mrs. jeon," she said.

"great!" i sat down.

"jungkook! klooble's here!"

i heard jungkook come from the stairs. they had a two-story apartment, so i guess a penthouse pretty much. it was huge to say the least.

"klooble!" 

"jungkook!"

we exchanged our cool handshake.

"okay, well you two have fun, i gotta do something at work really quick then i'm going to meet your dad," mrs. jeon grabbed her purse and left.

"so, what do we do?" jungkook asked.

"hmm," i said, "give me a tour of your apartment!" i said.

"okay!" jungkook started his tour.

"well, obviously, this is our living room. then over there by the entrance is a closet, then after the entrance is our kitchen."

the kitchen was really cool, marble counters, hardwood floor, a fridge with a screen?! now that's what i call rich.

"oh, then also by the entrance, is a bathroom. not that huge, just something small for guests. we have a bigger one upstairs."

he was right, it wasn't that huge, but still beautiful and good enough if this were a one person apartment.

"i assume this would be called a penthouse, right?" i asked.

"yeah, i guess so. more spacious than an apartment so you're probably right."

we made our way upstairs.

"okay, so, right here is my room," jungkook's room was on the left. 

"woahhh!" i exclaimed. it was huge.

"yeah, it's pretty cool. i get a view of some of the city." jungkook looked outside.

"this is beautiful!" i said.

"thanks, i like it a lot!"

"did you have something like this in busan?"

"yeah, something like this. we lived in the more expensive part, per se." he said. 

 "what do your parents do?" i asked out of curiosity. i had to know, like how are they so rich?

"my dad just became an executive for the hospital here in seoul, and my mom is a landscape architect which pays a lot," jungkook said.

holy moly that's a lot? for a family of four especially?

"woah you gotta be really grateful for that!" i said. i sat on his bed, "ooh, comfy bed by the way." 

"haha, thanks."

—

it was 7:31pm, so i've been here for about two hours. jungkook's parents are on a date and his brother is at a friend of his, so it's just us. i was lying on his bed while he was making music.

"you're really good at making music, jungkook." i said, looking up at the software he was using.

"aw, thanks! i don't think i'm too good, i just started last year." he said.

"no, seriously, you could be something," i said.

he was making a funky type of beat, with some jazz elements. it was really cool, something i'd listen to.

"do you have lyrics for this song?" i asked.

"yeah, just up to this part. the part i'm working on is the pre-chorus."

"could i listen to it?" i smiled a little. i was excited to hear what he had!

he started letting out the most beautiful voice in the world.

You know that, all night long, we rock to this
Screaming, I testify this lovin'
All night long, we flock to this
Screaming, I testify that
We'll survive the test of time
They can't deny our love
They can't divide us
We'll survive the test of time
I promise I'll be right here

that was the prettiest thing i'd ever heard. his voice is so majestic? the music industry could really use someone like him, gosh he has so much potential.

"jungkook..." i started. he put his hands on his olive green beanie, looking a little scared, "that was the most beautiful i'd ever heard. you seriously have talent!" i happily stated.

"really? thank you! you know, when i'm older, i want to produce and write music. maybe even become a great pop star," he gazed at the ceiling. 

"go for it! i think you can do it." i said.

"you think people would listen to it?"

"definitely! i mean, if no one did, i'd still listen to it. you have talent that people would enjoy, i think you should use it when you can."

for the rest of the night he was finishing up the song he'd been working on. he was too tired to think of a title, so he'd think of one later on.

—writers note—

hi!! hope you're doing well! sorry this was a little short, this is just a filler, but i promise the last bit will have some significance in a little bit. have a good day/night! ❤️