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Sparks | Jungkook

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    Until you, I had nothing.

    You look around the crowded room, sandwiched between a tall Western girl with long auburn hair, and a average-height girl, obviously born and raised in Korea. You couldn't even see the table on the stage. Only the backs of heads.

    You clutch a picture of him, even embarrassed to have it. You didn't want to be the clingy ARMY. Although a snide comment, you didn't like being labelled an ARMY. "I just like the music." You would tell people.

   But gradually, it became something more. You fell for Bangtan Sonyeondan. Namely, for the maknae.

   Slowly, the line begins to move towards the tables. You could just barely make out Hoseok, sitting at the end of the table. He would laugh and talk to Yoongi, while also keeping a healthy conversation with the ARMY sitting in front of him.

    There was still a ways to go, before you'd be at the front of the table. So you pull your phone out from your back pocket. You mindlessly scroll through social medias, trying feebly to pass the time.

    Just empty cupboards for empty needs and empty feelings for other empty people.

   The crowd had moved a fraction of an inch, at best. You roll up the photograph, carelessly stuffing it into the back pocket of your jeans. You continue looking through your phone, relaxing back onto your back foot. You didn't like social situations. You didn't even like people.

   I didn't know this romanticized idea of soul mates rang so true until I met you,

  Before you knew it, you were already at the head of the line, being pushed towards where Jungkook sat. He looks at you with those big, brown orbs of his.

   Suddenly every moment was filled with balloon hearts.

  You sit down, trying to keep a cool expression on.

   Before you, I never felt a thing.

  
   The maknae of BTS looks over briefly, to see a girl at the head of the line. He only notices your jeans, and looks back down at the table. Yet another fan.

   Jungkook loves his fans.

   Just not fan signings.

   You take a seat awkwardly, earning a proper gaze from Jungkook.

   To say he wasn't in the least taken by you, would be a lie.

   I wasn't at risk for heartbreak or pain.

  "I know you probably don't want to be here, so all I ask is you sign his low-quality picture of you and then we can both be on our ways." You say, unable to keep the discreet underlying shake of your tone.