Right One

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

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🥀A/n: did I mentioned character death in the tags/description? Yes? No? Let me know, don't wanna betray the readers.. if no—, might've to change the next chapter a little..🥀
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A/n pov:

Opposite attracts, they say. Don't they?  How ironic. Yeah. Ironic indeed. Jaesung realized it the moment he finished his session with him.

Jungkook.

Young, cute, shy and innocent Jungkook. Precious and naïve, utterly powerless and clueless in front of the cruel world's twisted tactics, had the talent to melt the coldest ice and soften the hardest stone, only with an blink of his doe-y bambi round eyes, that were way too big for his small round face, the eyes that shone brighter the most brightest star in the night sky, held the whole galaxy in them, sparkled in childlike joy, finding happiness in small things.

Those eyes. Those damn eyes were special— magical even. They had this innocence and purity in them that was even more sacred than the Bible, more vulnerability than a newborn baby, and sparks of twinkling stars in a moonless night.

Everyone had adored that.

Adored those precious eyes, those bunny toothed smile, they way his eyes turned crescent while laughing, his cute nose scrunch, sweater paws and oversized hoodies that were way too big for his rather smaller frame and the pout— oh god his pout, lower lip, more pink than the colour itself, jutting out, rosy chubby cheeks going more puffy and eyes getting more rounder if that's even possible.

He was the epitome of beauty and innocence. And everyone close to him had done their best to embrace and protect it with everything they have.

He was rather simple— so simple and innocent that even the tightest crop tops he wore back then, which made his curves and pale skin more prominent, everyone still focused on how those bambi eyes twinkled in curiousity and swooned over it.

Make him wear the most revealing outfit and do his makeup in the most alluring ways, make him look seductive, still, his innocence will be the centre of attention. His innocence had this irresistible charm to it, even the rudest fuckboy in their university turns into a mushy kitten in front of him, sipping milkshake, having corn ice cream and debates with toppers about how mint chocolate is better than any other flavours— mint chocolate being Jungkook's favourite.

And all of it had been noticed by everyone in the university— school, middle school and highschool.

And throughout the years, Jaesung had been one of those few people, who'd managed to be Jungkook's one of the closest friends— without being another puppet, another pawn in Taehyung's twisted and sick play with Jungkook's life and fate.

He always had been subtle, preferring to stay private but still ever-ready to lend his shoulder when you need one to lean on, and Jungkook had liked that the most about him. And Jaesung? He was one of those admirers, introvert ones, who adores and admires from afar. And he was the one who knows about every stance of Jungkook's innocent tactics.

And now when he sits in his cabin— hair tousled, body sweaty and heart hammering in his chest— after he was done with his first ever session, he realised it.

He realized that how fucked up this was.

He had came accross many types of clients in those few months of his career, studied even more critical cases, but none of it had prepared him for this day— nothing could have.