CHANCE | JEON JUNGKOOK

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I stared at the back of Jungkook's head as he pulled me towards the other side of the purple building. His hair almost seemed brown when the light hit it, and I thought it was really cool. It looked so soft. His hair was pretty long, but not long like a girl. It was a nice long, and I liked how it moved every time his head bobbed.

Suddenly, he came to a stop at the bottom of another flight of stairs.

"Hyerin—"

"Call me Rin," I told him. We were friends now, so it was okay.

"Rin? I don't like it," Jungkook said, tightening his grip on my hand.

"What? Why?" I asked, a little upset.

"I think we should have, like, I dunno — nicknames for each other! Or something," Jungkook quickly added the 'or something,' like he didn't think I would like the idea.

But I did.

"I know, I know!" I said, jumping in excitement. "I can call you Kookie."

"Why would you call me cookie?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"No, stupid, like the last part of your name! Jungkook. Kookie," I explained, using the hand that wasn't in Jungkook's to make my point.

His mouth made the 'o' shape, and I smiled.

"I like it! And, instead of Rin, I could call you...Rinny!" He giggled, clearly excited.

My face suddenly felt really hot, and I wondered why. Must be the Busan weather.

"I-I like it!" I blurted out, surprised when my voice did that weird thing that Jungkook's did.

His face brightened even more. "Good!"

"Also," I started, "why are we at more stairs?"

"I want you to meet my friends," Jungkook said, beginning to pull me up the steps with him.

I complied, keeping up with him until we reached the top. He ran over to a door with the numbers '223' on it, and rang the doorbell next to it.

A few seconds later, an man about my mom's age opened the door, a scowl on his face — until he saw Jungkook and I.

"Kook! What up? Ya lookin' fa Tae?" The man asked in a very hood accent.

"Hey, Mr. Kim, yeah. Is he here?" Jungkook asked.

"Ya know he don't go nowhere wit'out ya, boy," Mr. Kim chuckled, walking away from the door and back into the apartment.

"Who's Tae?" I ask, tilting my head.

"He's my best friend," Jungkook answered.

Just then, a tall boy walked out of Mr. Kim's apartment and smiled at Jungkook. I noticed that his smile kind of looked like a box, but it didn't look strange — which was cool to me.

Mr. Kim came back to the door and finally noticed I was there.

"Oh, sorry sweety! I ain't seen ya theya'," Mr. Kim said, sticking out his hand to me. I took it and gave the best handshake I could to prove I was strong. I don't know why.