𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮

Shit.

The cool water clings to my skin, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as Jungkook's question hangs in the air. Why did you change anyway? His voice is softer now, filled with genuine curiosity.

I hesitate, my mind racing.

I force a smile, trying to mask my unease. "Just felt like a change," I say lightly, shrugging my shoulders as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "You know how it is."

In reality I felt insecure in my original outfit; the dress I had painstakingly chosen for this special day made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

But how could I tell Jungkook what really happened?

How could I explain the sinking feeling in my stomach when I overheard his teammates talking about me?

Sophie and I were stocking the fridge when their words echoed in my mind, their mocking laughter still ringing in my ears. They didn't know we were there, hidden by the corner, as they tore apart my confidence with each comment.

Did you see Nare's outfit?

So desperate for attention.

It's pathetic.

Who's she trying to impress, anyway?

"Fair enough," Jungkook says, his voice, gentle and soothing, brings me back from the memory. He squeezes my hand under the water, a silent reassurance that he's there for me, even if I don't want to talk about it. The warmth of his hand spreads through me, and I feel a wave of relief wash over me, my shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

Jungkook has always been my rock, my steadfast supporter. He deserves to know the truth, but not tonight. Tonight is about celebration, about joy.

His understanding and his willingness to let it go for now, makes me feel safe, if only for a moment. I return his smile, grateful for his patience and his unwavering support. I take a deep breath, willing myself to push the insecurities aside, even if just for a few hours.

The sounds of the party drift back into focus, and I can hear our friends laughing and chatting around the pool. I look at Jungkook, his wet hair plastered to his forehead, his shirt clinging to his toned frame. He looks at me with such affection and concern that it almost takes my breath away.

I give him a playful nudge, trying to lighten the mood. "Now that you've successfully ruined my second outfit of the night, what do you propose we do next?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Jungkook's eyes light up with a mischievous glint. "How about you grab one of my shirts, and we get the hell out of here?" he suggests, his voice low and conspiratorial.

I laugh softly, the idea immediately lifting my spirits. "I thought you'd never ask."

He leans in closer, his voice a hushed whisper. "In five minutes, meet me at the front yard. No one's there right now."

I nod, excitement bubbling up inside me. "Make it ten. I need to change."

Jungkook grins, his expression relaxed and carefree. "Fine, ten. And grab my wallet too, will you?"

I roll my eyes, giving him a quick splash before turning to swim towards the pool's edge. "Your treat? How generous!"

He chuckles, watching me climb out of the pool, water streaming off me in rivulets. "Like you'd have it any other way!"

As I head towards the house, I spot Sophie chatting with a group of friends near the bar. I quickly whisper in her ear, "I'm leaving with Jungkook. We'll be back later."