I had never felt this much peace in years. I didn't even care about how I'd embarassed myself yesterday. I felt a little stupid last night after crying during sex, but Kookie just kissed my tears away and smiled at me.
We walked up to the cafe where we were meeting Kookie's bandmates hand in hand. I thought I'd be nervous as they were such an amazing group but I was still running on the high of yesterday when Kookie broke the last layer around my heart.
I greeted all six of them with hugs and flushed red when Namjoon whispered "lace panties" in my ear as he hugged me before sitting with the others, straight faced. I handed out their individual folders with my sketches. I wondered for a second why it ended up being a full meeting instead of just a small one but shrugged it off.
I gave my presentation in Korean, making eye contact with everyone but Namjoon. I had seen that mischevious twinkle from the corner of my eye as I had looked from Kookie on his left to Jin on his right and knew he would try something eventually. I was prepared though.
I answered the first round of questions and got ready to present the second presentation. I had decided to do a range that was for their fans. I handed out pencils so they could add any ideas to the blank models I had drawn. I set the trap for Namjoon knowing he would rise to the bait.
"Jo-ah" he started. I looked directly at him.
"What about things like underwear or pajamas? I don't see anything like that in here." He smirked thinking he could make me trip over my words and get a rise out of Kookie as well.
"Nami, Nami, Nami... I'm glad you asked". I gave him my own smirk and pulled a mini projector from my bag.
"If you'd all take a look at the wall behind you, I can show you some of the ideas I had about that."
I clicked my way through several pajama sets and looked him square in the eyes with a militant look on my face. I had used his face on my underwear models and set everyone off in hysterics. I got high fives from Jimin and Taehyung while Hoseok choked on his drink.
I turned it off and heard him congratulate Kookie on having a sly girlfriend.
"She'll fit in with us all perfectly." he told him.
Kookie looked at me full of pride as I settled into my chair. We talked more about the designs, then the talk slowly became more and more casual. Jin followed me to the counter so we could get drinks for everyone before we left and he invited me to get something to eat with him.
I kissed Kookie good bye and Jin took me to an all you can eat buffet. It was amazing to watch him pack away so much food and he looked like it was a somewhat sensual experience. Much to my dismay I said it out loud and made him laugh.
"Well, seeing as I've already embarassed myself once, I might as well go for gold. I feel like throwing money at you when you eat, like they do with strippers." I told him grinning.
"Ah because I am very handsome right? That is funny." He laughed. "I wanted to talk to you about your relationship with Kookie."
My smile lost a bit of it's wattage.
"I have not seen him this happy in a long time. I was worried at first that you might not be suitable for him and that he was making a mistake being involved with someone older but I see the way you look at him."
I blushed really hard, making him laugh again.
"There is also something different about you today. You have a slight glow and there is a light in your eyes that wasn't there before. I want you to know that I approve on the condition that I get to be your maid of honour at the wedding."
We sealed the deal with a pinky promise and left the restaurant. We walked together with his arm over my shoulder, him towering over me almost as much as Namjoon did. Jin escorted me back to the hotel, added me on Kakao and said good bye.
As soon as I saw Kookie I pulled him to me for a kiss. We had a few more days before I had to go. My two weeks were almost up. Then I'd be back for good.
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Two Weeks - BTS JungKook Fanfic
FanfictionFashion enthusiast falls in love with a singer 9 years her junior and makes her debut as a Fashion Designer.