Awestruck - A JiKook Story

Chapter 1: "Jeon Jungkook"

Hey guys!
I m julie_flair and this is my first fanfiction, so please forgive me if the story is not to your liking. 😅

Btw, though we all know VKook is currently the most popular ship in BTS with Jikook running after them, I prefer JiKook a lot more because it's refreshing to see Jimin chasing after Jungkook and grab his attention. And i secretly believe Jungkook wants it. 😆😆😆

But whatever the true story might be, the following story is all based on my fantasies and not a discussed theory. But we all enjoy sharing our fantasies, ryt? No matter how weird it might be, i hope we can all enjoy fanfics and i hope u guys will be there to guide me and point out my mistakes.

And plz excuse the grammatical mistakes. I m really vulnerable to complaints and criticism (what will ever happen to me... *sigh*).

My story may look boring, but I hope you can point it out. Even simple comments will do. 🙁

I m sorry if I offened any of the readers who are huge fans of BTS or any of the members. 😔

So here's the first chapter. Hope you enjoy.

---

"Stop! 20 minute break!"

Our dance choreographer announces and all of the members collapse upon the cold floor. All except for me, Hobi-hyung and Jungkook.

While I was wiping ny face with a dry towel, a voice caught my attention.

"Jimin-ah! How do you do this move in the second chorus part?"

Rap Monster, who was lying flat on the floor, asked while panting breathlessly. Sweat cascaded down his lightly tanned skin, drenching his training gear. Even a puddle streamed out below his back.

"Gladly, hyung. That is if you're in a condition to stand up," I said, a smirk I couldn't help to appear on my lips. He's already out of breath, I doubt I could expect him to jump upstraight right in that sec. But I feel sorry at his tired state. Maybe I could offer him a drink. "Hyung, want a Sports drink? Ah, don't worry. It's on me."

"Thanks Jimin. I owe you one," Rap mon-hyung thanked, while barely offering a thumbs-up.

I walked out of the Dance Practice room and no sooner found the vending machine standing in a corner. I dropped in a Won note into the slot and pressed a button. Instantaneously, a Sports Drink popped out and fell onto the tiled floor, sliding its way not towards me, but it touched a white sneaker that walked into the area.

A familiar-looking hand picked up the bottle and held it up and down.

That hand belonged to nobody else but Jeon Jungkook.

His silky raven hair was dripping with sweat which sparkled under the light. His wet clothes stick to his muscles, which is perfectly chiseled on the body for someone who's just recently turned fifteen years old. You could even see the linings on his biceps under the clothed sleeves on his forearms. I bet nobody could ever guess that he's the maknae of Bangtan.

"Ah, just when I felt my throat being parched. I guess Lady Luck is on my side."

Jungkook smiled with delight as if he just discovered a unpolished diamond. His eyes are of the darkest shade I've ever seen, as dark as the midnight sky, but look at how it twinkles as if there is a starry sky right inside those huge pupils.

And then without a second thought, Jungkook twist open the cap, connected his lips to the opening, and started emptying the drink into his thirsty mouth.

"What the-?!" I gasped.

"Ahhh... Much better. Nothing's better than a nice drink after an intense training." Jungkook continued to drink, and I knew standing dumbfounded won't help. I immediately ran after him.