Hi everyone!
I made this to all you BTS FF lovers out there! The story containes a man (Jeon Jungkook) and a girl (Lee Y/n), who met at a college in South Korea. They both fell in love at first sight, but they didnt quite have a good start at their...
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Y/n pov:
I can't believe I almost let that boy do that. Holy shit, did I do that?
No way I almost...
A shiver rolled through my body at the mere thought of it. I couldn't seem to focus on the present as I kept on falling into memories of how good that man felt on me. I hate to say this, but I think I have become fond of him. Like, I was actually just about to... You know what? I'm not going to think any more of it.
After Taehyung walked away from my room, I literally had to drag Jungkook's ass out of my bedroom, so he didn't try anything stupid. And I swear, he was just about to try. Later that night, he had somehow managed to get up on my balcony and knock on the window. I was just about to sleep, fall into deep dreams and relax. But he had other plans. When I had willingly opened the door for him and let him inside my room, he begged me to join him back to South Korea. I seemed to be stupid enough to agree.
He said he wanted us to go back to school, because he didn't know for how long he could keep the principal from expelling us.
I haven't really thought about school at all, honestly—it's been all about running, hiding from anyone who even seemed like a threat. Be invisible.
And let me tell you, that went awful: first, I escaped to Italy and had this big, dramatic reunion with Eunwoo, only to find out he's a villain and not at all who I thought he was; then Taehyung texted me, so I went to live with him, thinking life was finally perfect, nothing could stop me, and we got so close over those months; but then I met Jungkook at a bar, rejected him, and Taehyung, being the saint he is, picked me up and took care of me like always; fast-forward to Namjoon showing up out of nowhere at Taehyung's place in New York—looking very not dead, by the way—and then Jungkook appeared, he kissed me, and the next day he came back, we kissed again, he slept beside me, cried in my arms the next morning, and then, well... let's just say he didn't leave me innocent.
Yeah, good job Y/n...
You should definitely give yourself a clap on the shoulder and a good praise for that you weird little girl.
"You okay?" Taehyung's sleepy voice brought me back from my thoughts. I turned my head away from the living room window–which I had been staring at for God knows how long–and looked at him. He had a pair of grey sweatpants on, laying low on his hips, and wore a white t-shirt hugging all the right places. His hair was standing in all types of directions, and he had this cute, sleepy look on his face.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking." I was quick to say, putting the cup of coffee I had in my hands, down on the coffee table.
Pulling his phone out from his pockets, he looked at the screen. Blinking at the light probably burning his eyes before groaning, rubbing his eye with his knuckles. "You know it's 3AM, right?"
