Bobba Tae

🧋 5 ☕

The ancient library of Seoul was quiet and serene, with rows upon rows of old, dusty books creating a sense of timelessness. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, casting golden beams across the wooden floors. Amongst the silence, however, stood a certain bunny-like boy with a pouting face, his cheeks puffed out and his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

Jungkook, aka Bangtan University's certified human fluff ball, was in trouble. Not serious trouble, but for someone as dramatic as Jungkook, it felt like the end of the world.

He didn't have Taehyung's number.

The horror of it all hit him full force as he realized he had completely forgotten to ask for the one piece of information that would've made their upcoming photoshoot possible. He had been so distracted by Taehyung's cool aura, his deep voice, and that mysterious mask that all logical thoughts had flown out of his head.

Now, here he was, standing in the middle of an ancient library, about to cry. And not the cute, subtle cry-no, Jungkook was on the verge of full-blown, waterworks-level meltdown. One little tap on his shoulder, and he'd start wailing for sure.

"Why am I so dumb?" he muttered to himself, his fluffy bunny butt shifting restlessly as he slumped against one of the ancient bookshelves. "I had one job, just one! Get Taetae hyungie's number, and I didn't even do that. Now what am I supposed to do? Go to the photoshoot alone and take selfies with the tripod? Ughhhh..."

He sighed dramatically, taking a large sip from his trusty bubble tea in an attempt to comfort himself. It didn't help. His eyes were still on the verge of spilling over. "The universe is testing me, I just know it..."

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Jungkook's tears paused mid-formation as he fumbled to pull the phone out. He looked at the screen, blinking at the sight of an unknown number.

Normally, Jungkook never replied to unknown numbers. There were just too many reasons not to. For one, he always got weird texts from seniors asking him out on dates or sending him random proposal messages. Seriously, was it because he was cute? Was that why they kept bothering him? Honestly, so many problems for one fluffy bunny to handle.

But then, something about this particular text caught his eye.

"Hi Bobba. Where is the photoshoot?"

Bobba?

Jungkook's wide, doe-like eyes blinked in confusion as he read the message again. The tears that had threatened to fall a moment ago dried up instantly. His brain, as fluffy as it seemed, was smart enough to piece things together. There was only one person who had called him Bobba before.

His eyes sparkled in sudden realization. "Taetae hyungie?"

It had to be! The stars aligned in Jungkook's brain, connecting the dots faster than he'd ever expected. Of course! Taehyung had messaged him first! Thank the universe! He didn't need to embarrass himself by asking around for Taehyung's number like a lost puppy.

Jungkook did a tiny victory dance on the spot, hopping around like an actual bunny, his oversized pants swaying with his movements. "Yessss! The universe loves me after all!" he squealed quietly to himself.

But then he paused. Wait a minute.

How did Taehyung get his number? Jungkook's mind halted for a second, trying to recall if he'd accidentally blurted out his number during their earlier conversation. He hadn't. Then how...?

"Ah, whatever!" Jungkook dismissed the thought with a wave of his hand, too happy to care about the details. The important thing was that Taehyung had messaged him, and that meant the photoshoot was happening!

He quickly typed back a reply, his fingers flying over the screen with excitement.

"The ancient library, hyungie! It's perfect for the shoot! I'll bring everything! See you there!"

He hit send with a satisfied grin, his pout disappearing as fast as it had appeared. Jungkook bounced on his feet, the crisis averted, and the prospect of spending more time with Taehyung made his heart do little flips.

He stood there for a moment, holding his phone close to his chest, a dreamy smile on his lips. "Taetae hyungie is so cool..." he muttered to himself, stars twinkling in his eyes. This was going to be the best photoshoot ever.

Little did Jungkook know, this photoshoot would be the start of something much more than just an assignment. The universe had a funny way of making things happen, after all.

Jungkook, still riding the high of Taehyung's message, felt like he could take on the world. His earlier worries seemed trivial now that the masked senior had texted him. Texted him! That was practically the equivalent of a confession in Jungkook's book. Well, maybe not quite, but it was a big deal for someone like Taehyung, who barely interacted with anyone.

Jungkook's imagination, already running wild, started to get ahead of itself. He pictured their photoshoot together: Taehyung standing cool and mysterious in front of the ancient bookshelves, his eyes peeking out from behind his mask. And Jungkook, like the talented photographer he was, capturing the perfect shot that would make the entire photography department swoon. He could already see the headlines in the university magazine: "Jungkook and Taehyung: The Artful Duo."

He giggled to himself, his bunny-like energy on full display as he paced around the library, oblivious to the confused glances of the students nearby.

But then another thought hit him like a truck-what should he wear? His eyes widened in sudden panic. "Oh no, I can't just show up in any old thing! This is Taetae hyungie we're talking about! I need to look good, but not too good. Casual but stylish. Cute, but also professional..." Jungkook trailed off into one of his signature rambling monologues, his brain bouncing from one thought to another with no clear direction.

His eyes landed on his current outfit-a baggy shirt, oversized denim pants, and his trusty bucket hat. He tilted his head, contemplating. "Hmm... maybe this is cute enough. I look fluffy, right? Fluffy is good."

Satisfied (sort of) with his current look, Jungkook decided it was time to focus. He clutched his camera like it was his lifeline, puffed out his cheeks, and made his way out of the library with renewed determination.

"One step closer, Jungkookie. One step closer to winning Taetae hyungie's heart!" he declared, striding forward, already imagining how the photoshoot-and maybe even his love life-was about to take a dramatic turn.