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Jeon Jungkook Cries During Performance!
Jeon Jungkook performed his recent single: Euphoria. During the performance, he sang with strong emotions and being in such an emotional state, he cried.
It was a beautiful scene; fans began singing together for Jungkook until he continued singing.
Although this was touching, there were people who noticed strange actions from the beloved idol. He kept glancing to one spot, eventually staring at one specific place the entirety of the performance.
It makes one wonder if he was singing to someone special in the crowd.
What do you think?
With a tap she posted the article. Within seconds, there were responds, likes or dislikes.
A sigh escaped her lips as she tilted her hat to cover her face. The pair she was tailing walked pass, trying to be discreet about their identities.
"Can't fool me. There's a reason why I'm a top reporter." She lifted her camera up, taking shots of the two. As she zoomed in, she saw an odd sight. "Is that Jeon Jungkook with a girl?" She thought outloud. "Forget these two! I found a better scoop!"
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"'... someone special in the crowd. What do you think?' Seriously, why can't idols have their privacy!?" Exclaimed the young lady. Her short brown hair put into a messy bun and her dark-brown eyes glaring at the screen of her laptop.
"It isn't too bad. It's not like anybody was harmed by the post. Well, come to think of it, Jungkook might be harmed by rumours." A voice emitted from her phone. She scrolled down to see comments on her laptop.
"Exactly!"
The image changed to another brown haired young lady - a bit younger than the other - holding her phone. She laughed. "I can never make a point without changing my mind," she said, shaking her head. She could only imagine the older female scowling, while looking up posts from that famous reporter. Ironically, no one knew what the real identity of the writer was.
The female's light brown eyes glinted with amusement seeing the comments.
'MS_ I'd be honestly happy for Jungkook. He'd be happy and we shouldn't pry into his life about it.'
She put her phone down on the counter and pressed loud speaker. "So, Melody, has that guy from before messaged you again?" She asked the other, while simultaneously adding sugar to a cup.
On the other side of the phone, the girl named Melody sighed.
"He didn't?"
"No, he did. But it's still strange," Melody replied. She became dazed as she thought back to the mysterious person who messaged her. He or she was quite a peculiar person. "Yes, it is. Messaging you out of nowhere though he or she hadn't been active for years. What was the username? Min Yoongi? So this fan of Yoongi messaged you out of nowhere, and asked you such a weird question?" She tried holding back other contradicting thoughts afterwards, but she failed miserably, "Then again it's a normal thing to be messaged randomly online on apps like that."
"Nice try, Layla." Melody shook her head at her friend's contradictory problem. The said brunette pursed her lips, "Thanks."
"You know, I looked through this Min Yoongi's pictures and stuff. They found quite a few old pictures of the real Min Yoongi. Cool, right?" Melody said. "What if this person was actually Min Yoongi. It would explain the odd question and old pictures." Layla laughed, which made it clear that she was joking. Melody laughed at her friend's bantering, "Wouldn't that be nice. Anyway, I've got to go. Bye!"
"Bye!"
Her thumb pattered on the phone's screen as a satisfying 'click' sounded. The brunette looked out the kitchen's window, the sun's rays making her light-brown eyes a shade lighter. I'm really pathetic sometimes.
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"Oh, man." He gulped. He looked every-which-way, but never at the person soon to be in front of him. He put on a smile and greeted each fan that was sent his way.
He had signed with no problem and enjoyed the short, but sweet, conversations with ARMY.
Then, he saw her.
Short black hair reaching her shoulders; the tips were dyed a scarlet red. Her clothes were different too. She looked like she was doing good since the last time they met.
He was glad that she looked so happy and confident.
Though, he wasn't ready to face her either.
Finally, she sat in front of them with a grin plastered on her face. "Hello!" She greeted in Korean, "It's been so long."
"Do I... do I know you?"
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He always wondered, sat down, closed his eyes and hoped the image would stay vivid.
The images were slipping of that night under the stars. Those nights under the stars were precious. But no matter how many times he thought back to it - how many times he daydreamed - the memories faded into blurs.
The crowds cheering would always block him from thinking about anything other than now. There was never time to just take a breather and think back to the good old days.
The face he so desperately wanted to never forget became vague and he hated it.
He wanted to remember their time together and not make up a completely different person in her place in his daydreams.
