Crazy for You

Chapter 15

Jungkook's POV

I was always prone to fixating. When I first became a trainee at HYBE, I couldn't stop practicing until I was sure I was doing a good job. It even got to a point where I stopped paying attention at school, my head filled with thoughts of practicing a particular part in a song that I knew I had to sing better.

But I never obsessed over women. Most of them would try their best to gain my attention. All I needed to do was to provide them with the bare minimum whilst they were too invested in me.

When I first saw Y/N's instagram, I figured she would be the same. She was a regular fan, except the part about her exceptional beauty. She always posted about her love towards BTS, although she never even once sent a DM to Bam's account. Everyone knew about the account I made for my boy, so it was always flooded with messages from fans. But not hers. She never tried to reach me. She never commented under any of Bam's pictures.

But that wasn't even the most mysterious thing that drew me towards her. It was a feeling that I got every time I saw her pictures. She was different, special. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she definitely had something that made me addicted to her. I knew in my gut that she was unique, she was different from everyone I've ever met in my life.

After discovering her account, I spent the first month denying my feelings. I thought it'd all pass, I tried to convince myself that there were better women in the world. But the more I tried to detach myself from her, the more dreams I had with her.

The second month, I caved in. I stopped controlling myself, finding myself screenshotting her pictures, screen recording her videos.

By the third month, my phone was filled with pictures of her. That's when I started to feel impatient. I saw her every picture, every video. I spent hours checking her account. But it wasn't enough. I wanted to know more about her and social media was beginning to feel restrictive. The worst part was that I was stuck completing my military service, so I couldn't leave either. I started to wake up in the middle of the night to see her pictures, smiling to myself in the darkness like an idiot.

By the fourth month, I decided to hire someone to take pictures of her from afar. I already guessed where she worked based on her instagram stories.  It was a famous coffeeshop, everybody knew the few branches that it had, so it wasn't hard to guess the location.

As soon as I received the first picture taken right in front of that coffeeshop, I knew I was hooked for life. Her long hair that cascaded down her shoulders, slightly wavy locks framing her face so beautifully that I forgot how to breathe. Her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, her long eyelashes that made her big doe eyes look even more mesmerizing, her button nose, her pink lips... She was wearing a simple black leather jacket with jeans, yet she still looked like the most stunning woman in the world. I realized then that she was my type. I never even pondered about my type, finding most women boring, but she wasn't. Y/N was special.

"You l-l-love me???" her eyes widened as she studied my face. I knew she thought it was too soon and too fast to be professing my love to her. Little did she know, my one-sided love story has started long before our first meeting.

"Yes. I love you, Y/N", I responded without hesitation, taking off my blazer and putting it over her shoulders. I noticed a slight tremble in her body. It was evident that she was enduring the cold during filming. Just when she started to speak, a staff's voice came through.

"Shall we get ready for the next scene?"

Your POV

Hyejin was retouching your makeup as you kept glancing at Jungkook. He looked so tall and alluring while his makeup artist was touching all over him, fixing his hair, retouching his makeup. Every female staff was staring at him, seemingly drooling over his handsomeness while you felt your mood turn sour. You were never a jealous type, but you also never dated a man like Jungkook. He was the center of attention everywhere he went, reminding you of the Sun. Everyone was drawn to him, including you. So you couldn't wrap your head around his confession. What if one day, you'd become one of these ordinary women in his eyes? You could see his eyes on you from time to time, but how long would it take for him to replace you with someone?