BTS Imagines

Jungkook - Handsome Stranger

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"Toby!"

One thing about small dogs, especially when they're young, is that when they're so hyper, they tend to tangle themselves around you, other people, and any nearby object (i.e. a fire hydrant). Today you sighed and resigned to your fate though. After all, it was his second birthday, and this walk was his little present. You were told that dogs were usually off the wall until they grew to be about a year old; then they'd mellow out. However, looking down at the teddy bear on the end of your leash, you felt lied to.

He'd stopped jumping at people's heels— thankfully— but he was practically vibrating in place as though his cells were so supercharged with excitement that he physically couldn't stand still. Were Yorkies typically such an excitable breed?

You looped the leash around your wrist and pulled out your phone to check a text, when mid-message, someone across the street laughed, and your ears rang. Your eyes searched in the direction of the sound, and when they found their mark—

Oh my god.

To say he was handsome felt unfitting, so instead, he was beautiful. He was young, boyish, and cute. He seemed delicate, yet he undeniably, well, a boy. As he walked with his friends, he laughed heartily, and the way he smiled up to the sky and bared all his teeth, was so... soft.

He looks like a bunny.

The stranger and his friends turned down the street, heading west, and in a flurry of panic, you jumped into motion after them. This wasn't your fault actually, if you see it from a certain light. Toby happened to be tugging you in that same direction, and for a little dog, he was actually quite strong, you know. And what heartless monster would deny him free reign on his birthday walk? So really, it's not as though you had a choice or anything.

You trailed him at a distance, glad for the crowd that kept you hidden. Very stalker-ish, you were aware, but pretty people were always a public spectacle; just a quick snapshot to admire later was all you were after.

He was a nice height. His shoulders looked strong, and his silhouette was really dreamy. Such boyfriend material.

At one point his friend looked back and seemed to stare you straight in the eye. Then his gaze trailed downward, and he suddenly gasped, bounded toward you, and stooped down to meet Toby.

"Tae!" The voice belonged to the handsome stranger's other friend. Well actually, they all looked unreal. "You should ask first!"

The boy at your feet— "Tae"— then asked in a deep voice if he could pet your dog, though he already had Toby in his arms and pressed to his chest. You nodded and laughed nervously, eliciting a "see Jimin, I asked this time" in response.

After a painful five minutes of small talk and empty conversation, Tae was torn away from the little pup, and forced to continue his walk with "Jimin" and the unnamed bunny boy. Your mission however, remained incomplete.

For a stressful half hour, you continued to shadow your target. You lived in constant fear that they'd turn around, realize that you were there, that you had always been there, and run away. Or maybe they'd call the police... Regardless, you were this committed already; you had to see it through.

The trio appeared to have reached their destination once they came to the ocean because they slowed down and stopped periodically to talk and gaze at the scenery. The cute passerby took pictures with an important-looking camera. The salty breeze gently tousled his hair, and the dying light cast by the setting sun seemed to meld him into the background. He was no longer a photographer and a view. He became the view.

You positioned yourself carefully with your phone already in hand and unlocked. Ten minutes creeped by with nothing but the distant sound of the waves, mellow conversation, and the occasional camera shutter. And then he turned. While he inspected the photos he'd taken, you raised your device.

Point... Aim...

Click!

...Shoot.

To your absolute horror, you cell wasn't silenced, and the click that rang out from that snapshot seemed to fire off like a gunshot. He lowered his camera, his eyes seeing yours through the lens of your phone.

"...Did you just take a picture of me?"

Why couldn't you just disintegrate right now?

"What? Hahahaha no it was a selfie what do you mean," your voice shook as you rambled, "I have to go now bye."

As you pivoted to make your great escape, Toby jerked forward and ripped his leash from your hand, making a mad dash for the stranger. You were petrified. Maybe if you beloved hard enough, you could spontaneously die on the spot.

In surprise the stranger balanced the camera in one hand and pet the little Yorkie with the other. He looked so pure.

"Jungkook!" Wait a second; that deep voice— "Jungkook you found the doggy again!"

You lunged forward and scooped up your pet before you could be held up any longer. For a brief second, your eyes locked with the handsome stranger's, and then you blitzed away, leaving behind distraught cries of "come back with your dog!"

You were glad, yet still wistful, that you two would never cross paths again. At least then this incident could be buried and forgotten. Still, even if the memory tied to it was so embarrassing, you regarded that picture as a trophy.

The one of the handsome stranger "Jungkook."