BTS Imagines and Preferences

Strike (Jungkook)

You'd noticed the boy who always bowled alone--like you. Well, he wasn't completely alone. You figured he must be somewhat important as there always seemed to be watching him from afar. You always figured it was an overbearing parent, but the boy always would clean up and pay on his own, simply stalked by the large figure. 

There'd been once he'd brought a friend of his, but normally he was alone. You figured he liked to figure it out on his own. You'd watched as he went from through side and gutter balls to nearly always picking up a spare or strike.

You tried to ignore the fact that at first he'd watched you bowl and try to copy your form. You didn't like when people watched you bowl, but with him it was different. You wanted to teach him. 

You'd practically grown up in the bowling alley. Your dad had owned one while you were child, meaning you were there almost everyday after school and on the weekends, trying to throw a perfect game. You only achieved the perfect 300 once and after your dad lost the alley and you went off to university, you'd never been able to replicate it. 

On the weekends, you came to the alley to try and get back into it. You felt at home in the borrowed shoes and the heavy ball in your hand. 

vVv 

"We've got a school trip here today," the bowling alley manager said. "We're a bit short on lanes. Would you two mind sharing today? We'll charge you half price since you both come so often." 

You shrugged. "I don't mind."  You looked over at the boy who seemed slightly scared at the thought, but eventually agreed.

You two walked to the lane and proceeded to change into your shoes and choose out your balls. You chose the same on nearly ever time--a purple eleven pound. Most of the time he chose a blue 14 pound ball. 

At first, you thought he had picked too heavy of all. While you had no doubts in his ability to throw the ball, sometimes choosing a slightly lighter ball allowed more maneuverability and speed. But week after week, he proved you wrong. 

"You always bowl alone?" you asked, breaking the awkward silence that fell over the lane. 

He seemed a bit surprised at your question, but nodded his head. 

"My friends and I are kind of busy," he said. "We prioritize our hobbies, and mine's bowling." 

You nodded in understanding, even though you were still curious why the large man in the corner was eyeing you closely. 

The boy sensed your discomfort and glanced in the direction of your gaze and nodded to himself in recognition. 

"Oh, don't worry about him. He's just a bodyguard. As long as you don't try to jump me or anything, he'll leave you alone," he said, as if it as perfectly normal for people to have bodyguards. 

"You're not a normal person, are you?" 

The boy smiled at that. "You really don't know who I am, do you?" 

You shook your head. 

"Jungkook," the boy said, holding out his hand. "I don't really want to tell you who I am. It's rare for someone not to know. I like not being treated differently." 

You smiled. "Well, I don't care who you are Jungkook-ah. I'm still going to kick your ass." 

He smirked and motioned for you to step up to the lane and bowl first. You obliged, gripping your ball and counting your steps as walked towards the lane and let the ball go. Strike.

Jungkook stood stunned, but quickly snapped out of it and gripped his ball tightly as he approached the lane.

vVv

After the first game--which you won--you two felt more comfortable with each other. But you could see the determination in his eyes to win the next game. 

"Say, why don't we make this interesting? Winner buys the other curly fries from the snack bar?" 

"Deal." 

vVv

You ate your curly fries happily. You were going to let him out of it, but his pride wouldn't allow him. You ate half and then scooted the other half to him. 

"Don't feel bad," you said. "I practically grew up in a bowling alley." 

He smiled slightly as he dug into the other half of the fries. You couldn't help but feel bad for the boy who had worked so hard to perfect his form and improve his skill. 

"One more game? Different stakes though, I'm full." 

"Sure," he said. "If I win, you tell me your name and number." 

You were a bit taken aback at his forwardness, but it wasn't entirely unwelcome. You'd caught yourself watching him almost as much as he'd watched you. 

"Okay, and if I win?" 

He leaned forward and glanced at the guard still standing over the corner watching the two of you. 

"I'll tell you who I am."

"Deal." 

vVv

Originally, you'd planned to throw the game, but with the new stakes, you decided to make it a bit harder on the boy. 

He was slowly getting better though. Even over the course of the three games you two played together, his accuracy and score had improved.

Your last throw you threw a strike, thinking you won the game you smirked back at the boy. You sat down and waited for the boy to finish. 

Strike. You were surprised when the boy picked up the strike, beating you by one point. Seeing your stunned reaction, he couldn't hide the smirk on his face. 

"Good job," you said. "You've really improved." 

You took out a pen and paper and began to write your name and number on it. 

"Oh no, I was just joking about that. You really don't have to." 

You tore off the paper and handed it to him. 

"A deals a deal."