BTS:One Shots/Imagines

{Jungkook} Diary Debacle - (f)

Reading someone's diary was a bad thing to do, but when one happens to come across the diary of another, seldom are they able to hold themselves back from doing the deed. Many have the battle of different voices commencing when the situation arises. While one voice commands to turn around and walk away the other yells the fact that such an opportunity rarely arises. Our dear golden makane landed himself in such a situation one day after their practise had ended. He was walking down the practise hallway, one such day after their final rehearsal for their up coming concert, when he noted the black book laying on the table where the composing team works. "Y/N's Personal Diary" read the first page of the leather covered book. Jung and his members rarely knew the names of the people working around them, for they have such tight schedules that very little do they get to spend some leisure time let alone go around learning names of their co-workers. But Jung knew this particular girl, Y/N, hell, he had spent his few schedule free minutes of the day ogling at her beauty or imagining up scenarios in his head for when they do talk it out. The way her curly hair falls across her face, that serious face she gets when she is writing her songs, that scrunch of her face, her laugh that echoes and rings in his ears alone. Suffice to say the boy was infatuated. He has had conversations with her, far more times than he had with any other member of her team, and those humour filled conversations that are etched into his brain, made him like her even more. He wasn't the one to fall only for looks. But his observations about her character and personality had led to this increase in his feelings. His mind goes haywire when he talks to her. His confident act saves him from mumbling all mumbo-jumbo when they talk. Now with her diary in hand he walks to the terrace of their building with the little voices battling it out in his head.

YOU WILL GET TO KNOW WHETHER SHE THINKS OF YOU THE SAME WAYY!! Shouted one voice.
IF SHE FINDS OUT SHE WILL HATE YOU FOR LIFE, YOUR CHANCES WITH HER WILL BE RUINED!! Shouted the other.
Entering the terrace, still lost about what to do, he sits on the edge of the terrace wall and lets the weather teleport his mind away. He had always been one with the nature, the cool breeze of the night with millions of stars twinkling above like small fireflies, lighting up the night sky were his sanctuary.

"Where is it? Where is itt??!" Y/N was panicking. She was now running down the company hallways, eyes quickly scanning every room to find the missing diary. Keeping a diary in which you write your inner most thoughts can turn out to be quite dangerous at times. God forbid if it falls into the wrong hands, Y/N could only imagine what would happen if someone reads it. She had wanted to write a diary ever since she left high school, starting to write a diary was easy, but continuing was the hard part. And now when she finally wrote the diary for three entire months ever since she had joined the company, she lost it. It was frustrating to say the least. Running a hand through her hair, she exited the practise room, without any luck.
What if someone reads the part you wrote about Jung??! That little voice in her head suddenly woke up. No, no, no, no, no!! She hadn't written much, just that his eyes were mesmerising, she wanted to run her hands through his hair because he was just so cute sometimes, his smile really charmed her, aannd oh boy,I have to find it pronto! She thought as the panicked feeling settled in once again. It was not her fault though, Jung was just like that, from the smooth way he talks to his laugh. Enough to woo girls within one mile of him.
"Shon you've seen a black leathered book anywhere here?" Y/N asked the cleaner.
"Umm, no dude, yo wait, I saw something like that in Jung's hands when he was climbing towards the terrace." He replied as he continued stacking his supplies on the cupboard. Jung??! Did he say Jung??! As in JUNGKOOK?!
Heart beating loud she climbed the stairs to the terrace as fast as she could. When she reached the door to the terrace she paused for a moment and slowly opened the door without making any noise, hoping to be stealthy about it. When she peered onto the terrace she saw him sitting on the wall with his legs swung on either side and her diary in his hand. Out of all the people it had to be him who tales my diary?!! Why cruel life, why do you like playing such games with me? She thought. Has he already read it? Or is he going to? As soon as I get it from him, I will burn that cursed thing down to its ashes!!
If he has read it, then he shall perish! Her mind was going bonkers, heart beating faster than the wings of a humming bird, she walked towards him.