I opened my eyes trying to take in my surroundings, Jungkook lay beside me. I shook him awake, confused.
"Jungkookie, why am I here?" He didn't reply.
I lay back down, too tired to question it. I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to look at Jungkook. He smiled at me and closed his hand around mine, "Taehyungie," he whispered. I turned over onto my side, so I was facing him.
"I need to tell you something."
"Okay.. What is it?"
He squeezed my hand, and a tear fell down his face. I immediately entered concerned mode.
"Hey, don't cry. Whatever it is you can tell me." I tried to be quiet so I didn't wake the others.
He looked down, not wanting to make eye contact. "I'm in a bit of a dilemma and I need your advice."
"Okay," I was flattered he was asking me, he would usually go to Jimin or Namjoon for that sort of thing.
"I'm in love with someone, but they don't love me back."
"I know the feeling." I muttered.
His head snapped up, "What?"
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing what did you say?"
He narrowed his eyes at me. I returned his expression with a smile.
"So, what do I do?"
"Do something incredibly cool like in the movies and like hatch out this huge plan, then set up a big firework display, and then write them some beautiful romantic poetry and then climb the Eiffel Tower and read it from up there and then-"
I suddenly found myself unable to speak, something was on my lips and preventing me from doing so. Once it was removed, I stared at Jungkook with my mouth wide open.
He smiled shyly, "Now you know,"
"Wait, I'm the one you're madly in love with?"
He nodded.
"No goddamit Kookie you were supposed to write me poetry and climb the Eiffel Tower. Then there was gonna be a huge fireworks display and I would tell you that there really was no need for any of this because I'm madly in love with you too, and then we'd laugh about it and tell our grandkids and they'd laugh about it and tell their kids who would also-"
"Wait what?"
"Yeah well it'd be a pretty funny story I'm sure. Romantic too. Someone could make a book out of it. Or a movie."
"No no, you're in love with me too?"
I pressed my lips onto his. They were as soft as I had imagined all these years. "Madly," I whispered.
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A/N:
Inspired by bon voyage..
