Jungkook Oneshots

Pages Of Us

"𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦
                        𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵." 

"Angels and demons are but the faces we ascribe to our emotions—one cloaked in kindness, the other shrouded in cruelty. Each is a reflection of the same soul, divided by the light it chooses to embrace or the darkness it dares to confront."

As you overheard the girls sitting opposite you, one leaned closer to her friend, giggling softly.

"This book is absolutely chef's kiss, especially for a romance fan like me. How does he write so well?" she whispered, her excitement barely contained.

"I know, right? All of his characters have their own charisma. So what if they're villains? We love them too," the other girl chimed in, just as enthusiastic.

"It's a bummer that the author still hasn't revealed his identity," the first one lamented.

"I know, but as long as he keeps publishing masterpieces, I'm fine with it," her friend replied.

Their voices were too loud for whispers, making it impossible not to eavesdrop. You hadn't meant to listen in, but their conversation was impossible to ignore. Though you weren't sure exactly who they were discussing, you had a pretty good guess—it had to be about that famous author everyone was raving about these days. "He writes as if he lived it himself" as your mother says.

Apparently, he still hasn't revealed his identity to the world, going only by his pseudonym—Author Jung. His books have become a sensation among both young readers and adults, though you have yet to read any of them.

Just then, the TV beside you chimed to life, displaying a stunning man walking down the red carpet. Reporters swarmed around him like leeches, as if they'd lose their lives if they moved even an inch away.

Everyone, including the giggling girls at the table opposite yours, turned their attention to the screen. There was no doubt—they were here specifically for this news segment.

"Generous gentleman" and "gorgeous" would be the words most people would use to describe this man, Choi Beomgyu, the internationally famous singer from ClaX, a group with five members. Recently, he released his solo album, breaking records left and right. Today, he was making his appearance at the Met Gala, and the only place airing this exclusive coverage was in this library, which explained why it was unusually crowded today.

And this man just so happens to be your brother—not that anyone knows. To protect your privacy, you decided to keep your relationship a secret, and when you moved away from your hometown, it became much easier to maintain this anonymity. So no one knows that the sister he always mention is you.

Just then, your phone rang. To avoid disturbing the library's quiet atmosphere, you stepped outside to take the call.

"Y/n, the rehearsal is about to start! Hurry up!" the caller almost yelled.

Gasping, you checked the time on your phone. "Oh no, I didn't realize it was already 5!" you said, breaking into a run along the sidewalk.

Running as if your life depended on it, you suddenly bumped into someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I was in a hurry—I hope you're not hurt," you blurted out quickly before continuing your sprint.

"She's fast," the stranger chuckled, watching you disappear into the distance.