In the Crowd - Jungkook Oneshot

La foule

The young woman was walking in the city. She was wearing a white dress with cinched waistlines, which accentuated her perfect hourglass shape, white thin gloves, and black heels. Her long hair was curled and styled in a sort of low bean. She was well prepared, with a bright shade of red lipstick, a clean liner.

She was looking around the little shops and bars along her way. The sun was shining brightly this day, and the weather was mild. All the city was in celebration and joy. She was listening to the music, shouts, and laughs which were bursting and bouncing all around her.

She was receiving some shoulderings but wasn't paying so much attention to them.

Suddenly, an important movement trapped the young woman who found herself drive by the crowd. She wasn't the master of her movements anymore. She was panicking, not knowing how to free herself from this crazy crowd. Lost among these people who upset her, stunned, bewildered, she was staying there.

Suddenly, she found herself crashing into another body. The crowd just threw her into two arms. The tall person protectively enrolled their arms around her petite frame, saving her from falling or getting hurt. 

Crushed against each other, they were forming one body. 

She could feel him perfectly through his clothes; his height, his abs, she could smell his scent: they were definitely a male. Blushing from the feeling and the way he protectively acted, she shyly raised her head to look at the man's face. She blushed even more at the sight.

The man was already looking at her, genuinely smiling. He had soft skin, big black doe eyes, a curvy upper lip, a plump lower one, a boopable nose, a slight scar on the left cheek, a mole on the nose and one on the lower lip; his black shiny hair was parted on the side with a swept-away fridge. He had dressed very elegantly: a black Italian traitor jacket with along thin black coat above a white blouse, black pants, and black Weejun loafers from Bass. Oh God was he perfectly handsome.

The flow effortlessly was shooting them, chained to one another.

Carried by the crowd who rushed and danced, their hands were welded, their body entwined. The joy splashed by his smile pierced her and reflected in her heart.

But suddenly the crowds tore her from his arms. She uttered a cry through the laughs.

Carried away by the crowd, it was pulling them away from each other. The two fought and struggled, but the sound of their voices stifled the laughter of others. The girl cried in pain, fury, and rage as the boy shouted louder for the same reasons. Clenching his fists, cursing the crowd stole the one she had given him.

21st century:

The girl was walking in the city, earphones put on. She was walking through the crowd, looking at the stores along her way. One of them attracted her gaze. It was a dress store; there were beautiful vintage dresses, designed for some important events or balls. She had stopped walking, looking at one white, in particular, daydreaming of her dancing in it with some gentleman. She received some shoulderings, being the only one standing still in the middle of the street.

Suddenly, an important movement trapped the young woman who found herself drive by the crowd. She wasn't the master of her movements anymore. She was panicking, not knowing how to free herself from this crazy crowd.

Soonly, she found herself crashing into another body. Getting pressed against it, she could move even less than before. The tall person protectively enrolled their arms around her petite frame, saving her from falling or getting hurt. This situation seemed too oddly familiar.

She was feeling their body perfectly; the two were so pressed they were almost making one same person. Their height, their well-build chest and defined abs, their scent: they were definitely a male. Blushing from the feeling and the way he protectively acted, she shyly raised her head to gaze at the man's face. She blushed even more at the sight.

The young man was already staring at her. Soft skin, big black doe eyes; locks of his shiny soft hair was escaping from his hoodie. Despite the mask he was wearing, he seemed familiar. And by his widened eyes, he seemed to have the same feeling as her. Sharing this feeling of attachment, they instinctively hold each other tighter, willing to form one body. She was holding tight his sleeves while he was tightening his hand around her waist to the small of her back. 

They were looking at each other, with some relief to be together, but also some mysterious fear to get separated. 

But suddenly the crowds pushed them and began to tear them apart from each other's arms. She uttered a cry through the urban noises and talks. Not again.

Carried away by the crowd, it was pulling them away from each other. The two fought and struggled, but the crowds were too powerful. The girl cried in pain, fury, and rage as the boy shouted louder for the same reasons. Clenching his fists, cursing the crowd stole the one she had given him.

Not this time.

The young man was now so determined to be with her in this life. He was feeling it, he had waited for too long, it seemed like several lives. He was seeing her crying, stretching her arms to him as she was trying to pass through the mob.

Clenching his fists and his jaw, he shouldered everyone in its path. Panic and Urgency were flowing in his veins, he was feeling the urge to be with her. He was going crazy to not be able to reach her.

They were feeling the need to be together and seeing the other one fighting so hard to rejoin them was giving them the strength harder. They seemed so far from each other, it was getting suffocating. They weren't leaving the other out of sight. They had to keep seeing each other, otherwise, they would lose themselves.

Finally, the young man came to spawn a way through the crowds and ran to reach the young woman, too petite to impose herself on the mob. She was crying yet trying like the very devil, conscious she couldn't run to him and he was the only one who could change their doomed fate.

Pushing everyone out of his way, ignoring the insults, he was getting closer and closer to her. Insane, he was shouting at everyone with an authoritative low voice.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!!!" People were startled and offended, but he couldn't care less.

Finally, she delivered herself from the mob and ran to him. As if the time had slowed, they were running to each other, a smile etching on each other's features.

Finally, they crashed into each other, embracing the other's body.

Finally, they had overcome the timeless and everlasting crowd.

She laid her head on his chest, hearing his heart beating at the exact same crazy rhythm as hers. He protectively wrapped his arms around her so petite frame that he seemed to love for so long. His head laid in the crook of her neck, humming her sweet scent.

And together, they softly giggled.

Together.

Finally, they were together.