nabi // jjk

bulletproof (1)

"bangtan sonyeondan, daehanmin-guk!"

a hearty, good-natured laugh escapes taehyung's makeup kissed lips when his eyes flit to her mouth, which has fallen wide agape. "relax, dongsaeng. we do stupid things everyday." he chuckles jokingly. the rosy pink tint looks stunning on her ebony, high cheekbones-something she was rather insecure about but ironically, jungkook's favourite feature about her.

"oi, stop scaring your dongsaeng," jungkook's thick, chocolatey eyebrows raise, the eyes positioned under it throwing a glare at taehyung. his lips jut out-giving away the fact that it's just one of his cute antics again.

"jeez, jungkookie, you've been no fun since you've dated her." taehyung pouts in a martyr-like voice, pretending to sulk in a corner, "-my shoulders slump as low as my self esteem."

"you jealous, hyung?" jungkook shoots a wink at her, making her do a double take. he's so cute, she screams inwardly, a wobbly, nervous smile playing on her face. she had been a fan from the start-and that hadn't changed, even though she could see his beautiful face every single day.

"ohoho!" jimin chuckles, sending taehyung a look that practically screamed 'you just got roasted' , and the band bursts into fits of giggles, even her, who's normally a nervous wreck every time any one of the members practically grace her with their presence. all is laughter and smiles-until the manager, clad in an office suit, and a formal, black pencil skirt swings open the door, barking all sorts of curses at them to get on stage.

"ah, crap, we're late again," namjoon grins, his eyes crinkling merrily, "-we'll see you in a bit, dongsaeng! bangtan sonyeondan..."

"DAEHANMIN-GUK!"

jungkook chuckles as he pulls her into a short embrace, his fingers travelling through the crevices between her clenched fists. "saranghaeyo." a smirk travels across his face, the index finger and thumb of his left hand curling into a small heart. gradually, her happiness splashes itself onto her-a small, but blissful grin flits across her face.

"s-saranghaeyo."

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nae pi ttam nunmul
nae majimak chumeul
da gajyeoga ga
nae pi ttam nunmul
nae chagaun sumeul
da gajyeoga ga
nae pi ttam nunmul
nae pi ttam nunmuldo
nae mom maeum yeonghondo
neoui geosin geol jal algo isseo
igeon nareul beolbatge hal jumun

Peaches and cream
Sweeter than sweet
Chocolate cheeks
And chocolate wings
But neoui nalgaeneun akmaui geot
neoui geu sweet apen bitter bitter

Kiss me apado dwae
eoseo nal joyeojwo
deo isang apeul sudo eopge
Baby chwihaedo dwae ije neol deurikyeo
mok gipsugi neoran wiseuki

nae pi ttam nunmul
nae majimak chumeul
da gajyeoga ga

"nae pi ttam nunmul, nae chagaun sumeul!" jungkook chimes in to the performance, his voice in sync with the melody. he barely has enough time to wipe the bead of sweat off his protruding forehead before thrusting the microphone at the crowd, which seemed to be a living, breathing, kaleidoscope of colours. all of them were extremely high on adrenaline, the euphoria of the performance overthrowing their good sense. they were doing what they wanted to-and that was enough.

"da gajyeoga, ga!" the cacophony of voices responds enthusiastically, travelling in waves, reverbrating throughout the arena.

and at that moment, time froze. the silvery rays that fell onto their heads, took back their light without a trace. the music ceased to shake the arena any longer-as if they were retreating. whispers were exchanged, each sound contributing to the pent up tension that circled the hall. all but jungkook was a quarter way to falling into their grave, just like the living incident replayed in front of them. the maknae cocks his head to the left; what in the world was going on? it felt as if the world had stopped-and he was the only one still living, and breathing. "everybody, what's going on-"

"DONGSAENG!!!!!"

like a butterfly, his eyes flutters shut.

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as you can tell this is A N G S T

so ye boi