Paper Hearts | Jungkook Fanfic

Chapter 1

In seconds, I was backed up to a wall. His palms pressed on both sides of my head. Trapped. My eyes widened. "H-Hyun Shik."

Jungkook's gaze locked to mine under hooded lashes. He lowered his head, crushing his lips against mine. We soon turned into a fury of jagged breaths and wandering hands.

Passion seeped through our gestures. A parting filled with loss and lust. My fingers ran through his brown locks. Jungkook's hand slid up my shirt, trails of fire burned along the way.

He then lifted me up, my legs circled his waist as he pushed me back against the wall. His lips traveled to my neck, nipping at sensitive areas before returning back upwards.

"And CUT!" Director Lim shouts.

Our lips immediately separate and Jungkook lowers me back down onto the marble floor. Makeup artists rushed to our side, brushes and combs ran through our disheveled hair.

This wasn't the first time I had to shoot a passionate scene like this but nonetheless, my cheeks are stained pink and my mind constantly buzzed.

"Great job! Next scene shoots tomorrow. Goodnight everyone!" Director Lim announced.

Set crew and light crew begin to pack up and our makeup artists beckoned us into the dressing room. I plop down in the seat behind the vanity and the makeup crew begin pulling out Bobby pins and removing makeup.

I cautiously glanced towards Jungkook, my cast member, who has always had the same monotone face once off camera.

Jungkook is attractive, very handsome indeed with his dark hair and piercing eyes but the thing that has always strikes me the most was his acting skills.

The second he steps foot onto the set, he becomes an entirely different person. His emotions are visible and his expressions intact.

Unlike now.

"Soo Jin-ssi!"

I turn around and see my best friend, Park Jimin, run up next to me. He ruffled my hair and grinned at me through the mirror.

"Nice job out there, Soo Jin." He grinned, nudging my shoulder. Jimin is another cast member who's scene was just before mine. He was watching the entire time.

My face burned and I felt Jungkook's gaze pierce straight through my back.
"Thanks Jimin-ah. I can't believe the show is ending soon." I sighed.

He laughed, his eyes crinkled in his adorable smile. "I know. It seems like just yesterday we began season one!"

I nodded in agreement. The show has been going on for almost three years. I honestly never thought Paper Hearts would get this far, scoring on top five lists and winning countless awards.

The thought still made my heart swell. I've dreamt of becoming an actress ever since I was little. I guess some dreams do come true.

Jimin waved his hand in front of my face. "Ay, Soo Jin-ah. Where'd you go?"

I shook my head, snapping back into reality and laughed. "Oh mianhe. It's late and I just sort of zoned out."

He smiled and patted my head. "Then make sure to get a good nights rest. I have to leave now, see you tomorrow!" And he waved before heading towards the door.

I turned back towards the mirror, looking at my reflection and catching Jungkook standing not too far away, staring back at me.

Our eyes locked and he immediately dropped his head, moving closer to a fashion stylist who tugged off his black jacket and handed a bag of, what I assumed was, his clothing.

He tipped his head in a small bow and headed into the dressing room without a word.

I huffed and crossed my arms. Why did he have to be so secretive and mysterious?

I've been his cast member for almost the entire three years since Paper Hearts began and besides Internet profiles and interviews together, I barely know the guy at all. 

Multiple times, I've tried getting to know him but he's always been quiet and bland. If I remember correctly, I've probably only ever seen him laugh and smile a few times, many for on set.

Was it just his personality or was there something behind it?

"Soo Jin-ssi? Are you alright? You're frowning." The makeup artist, Hye Woon, asked.

"No no, I'm fine. Just thinking." I laughed. Geez, how many times was I going to loose it today?

She shrugged and wiped away the remaining makeup. "There, you're done. Have a nice night." She said before calling another actor to the makeup chair.

I nodded and said thank you before searching for my clothes and bag. When I find them, I rushed towards the dressing room. I need my bed, my mind slurred and my legs weakened at the thought of sleep.

Just as I entered into the dressing room hallway, the first door to my right creaked open and out stepped a casually dressed Jungkook.

I turned to him and my face was nearly inches away from his chest.

Why was this hallway so thin?
I stared at his blank shirt.

Does he have an obsession with plain white T-shirts?

"Excuse me?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. There I go again, just drifting away in dreamland, completely lost in thought.

"M-Mianhe." I'm suddenly flustered and stepped aside, pushing into the nearest dressing room.

What's wrong with me? I wondered, tugging off my dress. I've kissed him multiple times so why did an encounter in the dressing room feel so awkward?

I sighed heavily and switched into black jeans and a long red sweater. How long was tonight going to last?

I stepped out of the dressing room and quickly said goodbye to passing staff members before striding across the parking lot to my car. It didn't take long to arrive home, since I didn't live far away from set.

I pushed the car door shut and dug through my purse for my keys. I unlocked the front door and ran inside, kicking off my heels and racing upstairs.

I opened the door to my bedroom and saw my dog, Dubu, spread across my mattress. His head lifted up and he barked a loud, 'Welcome back!'

Dubu jumped off the bed and leaped up to kiss my face but only reaching to at least my knees. I laughed and scratched him behind his ears, leading him back to my bed.

Dubu is a small, white, six-year old Maltese dog. I received him for my fifteenth birthday a few months after he was born and I decided to take him with me on my decision to move to Seoul.

Ever since I received my acceptance letter for Paper Hearts when I turned eighteen, I had to enroll in online school and I didn't have many choices at the time, so bringing Dubu was my only connection from back home.

Dubu licked my fingers, jumping into my lap as I flipped up my laptop. At first my parents were a little hesitant on letting me bring him with me. Hell, they were hesitant to even let me leave in the first place, but they soon came to terms that I was growing up and let me go.

I reached across my nearby nightstand and grabbed my square-framed glasses. I had forgotten to put in contacts this morning and my eyes were killing me.

Thankfully, I'm not terribly blind but twenty-twenty vision was something I lacked.

I scrolled down the newsfeed on websites and YouTube, clicking on random videos for quick forms of entertainment.

After a while, I began blinking rapidly and slumping over Dubu and he squeezed out of my lap and cuddled in his small circular bed near the corner of my room.

I rubbed at my eyes and called it a night.