Caught In A Lie

1. Jungkook

!Small warning! I am highly aware the first few chapters suck. Once this story is completely finished I do plan to go back and rewrite them better. Please try to stick through it, they get better! I finally really found my style in about chapter 8 <3

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..Jimin..

"Aha Jimin, you're so funny! Why don't you take me out to dinner sometime!" The annoying blonde behind the counter by the practice room said leaning over her desk showing far more of her chest than anyone would want to see. "Maybe you can tell the world about me so I can be famous and rich, or you could just buy me things!"

Okay.. Maybe that last part is a lie but we all know that's what she had always been saying to me the last 3 years I have been coming here.
"As soon as you grow some balls I'll consider it Sarah, until then have fun behind the counter!" I replied back in a cocky but playful tone. I won't lie, I meant every word I said to her but everyone always thought I was joking. I kept walking past her paying none of the other ladies behind the desk any attention but then as I turned the corner to the practice room I hear a very recognizable female voice from behind me. "Jimiiiiinnnn!! Wait, you forgot your lunch I made you!" I turn to see my little sister, Yoongia standing by the desk waving her hand above her head trying to get my attention. I turned, walking over to her. As we approached eachother she handed over my lunch pouting. 

"I woke up early today to make you this and now I have to bring it to you? Don't be so forgetful!" She whined. I bowed slightly to her. "I'm sorry, I will remember next time. Also, you could hardly call this early, it is three in the afternoon!" Her face turned an angry red as I messed up her hair. Without saying another word she turned and left the building leaving me and her horrible cooking. I once again left the lobby heading down the left hallway past the desk. About three doors down, on the left was the single room I had been spending every evening for the last four years, the practice room. 

|5 hours later|

As I was heading for the door of the practice room to leave,  a guy about my age walked in the room holding a package, he approached me. He had white hair and I could see a slight hint of dimples on his big round cheeks. He shot me a teethy smile, "Park Jimin?"

"Yeah," I looked him over, he looked familiar but not famous familiar. He looked like someone I had seen before. I leaned over to get a look at his name tag. The name didn't sound familiar. "Kim Namjoon. I was just heading out if you need the space." I said scanning the room to make sure I had everything I came here with. 

"Nope, actually this is for you." He handed me over the package and took his leave. I sat with my back against the mirrored wall and opened the large envelope. Inside there was.. nothing? Who would send something like this? Instead of questioning it I just headed for the door throwing the envelope away on my way out the front doors. 

|One walk home later|