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After hearing your question, Jungkook was caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, debating whether he should just spill the beans or let you figure it out on your own for a while. He could feel the weight of the moment, the anticipation hanging in the air like a melody waiting to be played.
He paused, his heart racing as he contemplated how to answer. After all, he couldn’t just blurt out that he was a member of BTS, the biggest boy group in the world. "Uhh... I'm kind of an entertainer, I'm in the music industry," he finally said, his voice a mix of nervousness and excitement.
Your eyes lit up with confusion at first, but when he mentioned the music industry, a wide grin spread across your face, lighting up your features. You were the ultimate music lover, after all! The thrill of discovering someone in the industry was almost too much to handle. You just loved listening to music! It was your escape, your joy, even if you didn’t watch their music videos. And why’s that? Because you were a delulu! Every time you listened to a song, you created these elaborate, dreamy scenarios in your mind that made you feel alive.
"OMMGGG!!! YOU'RE A SINGER???" you squealed, your excitement bubbling over like a fizzy drink. The joy in your voice was infectious, and Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise, realizing the magnitude of what he had just revealed.
But then, he noticed everyone around you two turning their heads, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. He chuckled nervously, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks as he tried to navigate the unexpected attention.
"OH WAIT IF YOU'RE—"
"Oh my god Y/N, speak in a low voice! People are watching," Jungkook whispered, his tone laced with embarrassment, yet there was a playful glint in his eye.
You glanced around, suddenly aware of the eyes on you, and your heart raced with a mix of thrill and shyness. You chuckled nervously, tucking your face down, heat flooding your cheeks. "Sorry," you whispered, feeling a flutter of embarrassment but also a rush of excitement at the thought of talking to someone so talented.
Jungkook found your reaction utterly charming and couldn’t help but chuckle again, his heart warming at your enthusiasm. "What were you saying?" he asked, leaning in a little closer, genuinely curious and eager to hear more from you, his eyes sparkling with interest.
You looked up, feeling a rush of embarrassment mixed with excitement, your cheeks warming as you realized you had just blurted out your thoughts. "Nothing! I was just so excited to know that you're a singer!" Your heart raced, a flutter of joy and nerves washing over you, as a smile crept onto your face.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "But can I ask why you're so hyped about this? It's fine that I'm a singer! But don't you know who I am?" His tone was light, yet there was an underlying curiosity that made your stomach twist in a delightful way.
You chuckled nervously, biting your lip—a habit that always surfaced when you felt overwhelmed. "Umm—I'm—I do listen to music a lot, but I don't really watch FMVs! So I don't quite know singers like that! I'm sorry if I disrespected you!" The words tumbled out in a rush, and you could feel your face heat up, realizing how awkward you sounded.
Jungkook's laughter was warm and inviting, a wave of relief washing over you. "It's fine—it's fine! I get it that you don't like watching FMVs, but why is that?" His eyes sparkled with amusement, making you feel a little more at ease, like you were sharing a secret.
You closed your eyes for a moment, recalling the imaginary worlds that filled your mind whenever you listened to music. "Hehe—I don't know, I just don't feel like seeing them!" You shrugged, trying to sound casual, but you could feel the weight of his gaze, curious and attentive, making your heart race.
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