Jungkook stepped into the elevator, shoulders hunched, clutching a worn backpack against his chest. Just as the doors began to close, a hand slid between them.
A girl stepped in.
She had earbuds in, music faintly audible, and a small paper bag in one hand that contained something warm and savory. The rich scent of creamy rosé pasta filled the confined space. She did not look at him, just leaned against the wall and stared at the floor indicator.
He recognized her. He always saw her around this building either on his way in, or out. She had that cold look on her face, like she hated the world but she did not say it out loud. Meanwhile, Jungkook just tried to stay unnoticed.
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FanfictionShe's a social media influencer while he...is not her type, but fate brought them together from the awkward moment to a memorable ending (well, hopefully)
