Love Is Not Over || BTS x Reader 18+ [COMPLETE]

19. Dimple

After looking through a few shops, we decided to stay at a coffee shop for a while. I actually ended up buying a few clothes and picking something for Jungkook in secret since I know he probably won't accept if I tell him that I was going to buy clothes for him.

I slowly sip my drink, looking down at it, feeling a sort of unknown awkwardness with him. I really do feel weak around him and its making me go crazy! I just don't like the feeling of being weak around someone, but with him, I go so freaking crazy!

I let out a deep sigh and look at Jungkook. He was looking out through the glass window overlooking the city, and taking a glance at his phone once in a while. I just noticed for the first time, that I haven't been on my phone ever since last night.

I take a look at my phone myself and smile as I see all notifications of the texts my friends sent me, most of the texts is actually them being mad because I wasn't answering. Widely smiling, I reply knowing that they'd start bombarding me questions I might not even answer.

"Your dimple is so cute." I have a dimple? I look at him confused and put my phone on camera trying to look if what he said is true. 

"I don't have a dimple." He chuckles and takes a sip of his drink again. I still look at him confused, until finally, he talks again.

"You know, the reason that you don't know you have a dimple is because you don't smile often. You're more beautiful when you actually smile." I knit my brows together and relaxed them, forcing myself to smile just to see whether or not I really do have a dimple.

"Don't force yourself to smile! You should smile genuinely..." he takes a quick glance at his watch before standing up and holding my hand once again, dragging me off of my chair, abandoning the drinks that we bought.

"We might be late for the movie!" He continues running with me behind him. We avoid bumping into other people as we run up to the cinema. I take a glance at my watch, lighting up once I lift my wrist. There was 15 more minutes before the real time the movie starts, yet we were rushing as if the movie had already started.

"Jungkook! Chill! The movie won't start until 15 more minutes..." His running slows down a little, more like jogging, but he doesn't stop.

His hand is firmly holding onto my wrist, as if not wanting to let me go. I smile at the metal bands that were wrapped around his finger, seeing words that had more than sweet things written on them.

As we reach the theater, Jungkook loosened his grip on my wrist and smiled at me making sure I was okay; that I didn't get hurt on our way here, as we had to run through a crowd. Smiling at him, I run my fingers through my hair, loosening the knots formed in them.

"Your dimple is really cute..."
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