I really just wanna say thank you to all of you. It's rly encouraging to see that number becuz it means that 1,000 people wasted their time looking at my work, even if the most views go to the author's note. I rly love you ppls ❤❤❤❤❤❤ also it's barely edited cuz I'm so behind I'm sorry ;-;
Your ponytail swung back and forth in time with your pace. Your sneakers bounced off the pavement easily. People didn't make eye contact. You didn't try. Because the point would beeeeeeeeee????????????
Finally slowing from a jog to a walk near the end of the trail, your breathing changed back to normal. A nice jog, very fulfilling. You reached your arms over your head and arched your back, tiptoeing to stretch. Still bouncing on the balls of your feet you checked the watch on your wrist. 10:26. Rad.
*click*
You looked around suspiciously, a frown etched across your face. Not even five feet away a college student, or at least you assume a college student because of his backpack and the proximity of the local college to this park, lowered a camera from his eye. You glared and stalked over, crossing your arms over your chest protectively.
The boy's dark eyes met yours briefly before he became interested in his fraying shoelaces. His constant lurking was annoying, but you'd simply put it down to the both of you having the same hangout. What is he doing taking pictures now.
"Who are you?" You demanded.
"I'm Jungkook," he answered softly. "I go to the college over there." He waved his arm in a vague gesture.
You nod, rolling your eyes, just a confirmation of your suspicions along with a name for the face.
"Why did you take a picture of me?" That was weighing on your mind, obviously.
It pressed all the other thoughts away. How dare he? He didn't know you! He'd never asked for permission! He had no reason for it! At least, that you were aware of.
"It's a, well, i." He floundered am with his words, trying and failing at gaining a coherent thought process. "I'm a photography major."
You nod again, a signal to keep going.
"It's for my term project. I have to keep with a main theme. And you fit my theme perfectly. I'm sorry. I'll delete it. I should have asked for permission to take the picture."
"What's the theme?" You wonder.
Jungkook runs a nervous hand through his black hair. "Um, Beauty..."
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You looked at your phone expectantly and poured when it abstained from alerting you of text or call. I mean, that's what phones are for. Messages. What's the point if you don't get any? Ugh. You groan and roll away from the phone on your pillow.
With a heavy sigh, you heave yourself out of bed and shuffle to your tiny kitchen. Moving easily, you made yourself a grand dinner of cereal. Raisin Bran. No raisins. Yes, you did just spend 15 minutes picking those despised half fruits out of your bowl. The vile meatless, dry yet squishy fruit. Just ew. (If you like raisins I apologize, I just rly do not :/ I can barely touch them, they weird me out lol )
You ate it in front of your tv, binge watching Future Diary with your legs crossed and a blanket sheltering your shoulders like a cape. You almost forgot about the phone. Your phone. In your bedroom. On your bed. Pillow-- the left pillow.
Pfft, who were you kidding? You did not forget. Not one bit.
Jungkook had been very sorry. Of course it could have been an act. But if it was, why would he ask for your number and not call?
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Jungkook's pov
"Hyung, I shouldn't call her, should I?" He paced the floor, thumb hovering over the call button of his newest contact.
"Well, I think you should. You did the asking, you should do the calling." Namjoon reasoned.
Nodding he paced a bit more. He bit his lip. "Jin?"
"Just call the girl before you explode." He laughed.
"Okay, okay. Okay." He hit the button, pushing the phone to his ear as he walked away from his enthusiastic friends.
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When the phone did start ringing, your, fortunately empty, bowl went flying off your legs as you jumped and scrambled to answer it.
You jumped on your bed and jammed the accept button.
"Hello?" You managed breathlessly.
"H-hello, um, hey. This is Jungkook."
