Oneshots

a final goodbye(Jungkook)

THIS ONES FOR CLARA, THE NOT SO INNOCENT BEENY -ANGELICSPELLS I LOVE YOU <3

Clutching my fan-sign tickets in one hand and the letter in the other, I made my way up to the table. I shake, trying not to trip as a walk up to the first member, Taehyung. He sends me a reassuring smile and reaches out a hand, calming me down and keeping me steady. 

"Are you ok?" He asks, frowning slightly.

"Y-Yes, no, I-I don't know" I manage to say.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'm only meeting BTS. No big deal." He flashes me his boxy grin, before turning serious again.

"We're not that special. We're still people. Are you sure that's it?" I scoff, disbelieving.

"Well, uh, Jungkook was my b-best friend at school. W-When he left to become a trainee he swore to remember me and find me again, but he hasn't contacted me since. I have, uh, a letter that I want to give him." Taehyung looks at me, tilting his head.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n" His faces drops but he quickly forces a smile.

"He remembers you. He'll mention you and his eyes will light up but then he'll be sad for the rest of the day. I don't know why, did something hap-" He was interrupted by Jin, who slapped him over the head.

"Yah, stop pestering the poor girl!" He turned to me, "You'll be ok, Namjoon will keep an eye on you." I smile at him gratefully before saying goodbye to them both and moving along to Jimin, then Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon.

Now comes the difficult part.

"H-Hi"

"Hey!" Shit, he doesn't recognise me. Wait, he hasn't seen my face yet, he's still signing the poster. 

"Uh, Kook?" He looks up smiling, before his whole face drops. 

"No, go away. You're not real. You died." I look at him in shock, confused.

"What? No, Jungkook, it's me, it's y/n" He looks at me sadly, before dropping his head again.

"Exactly. You died." 

"Kookie, I don't know who told you I died, but I'm sure as hell alive. I thought you forgot about me." I gently grab his chin and pull his head up to look me in the eyes. "I'm here, I'm alive. I, uh, I wrote you a letter. A final goodbye I suppose," He takes it without looking at me. I gulp. "I guess I'll see you around." 

"Wait." He stood up and grabbed my wrist spinning me around. He pulls me into a hug, slipping a piece of paper into my pocket. "Give this to security afterwards, they'll bring you to me." I nod, and leave wordlessly.

A/N: PART 1 OF 2 IF I CAN BE ARSED TO WRITE

edit: i can't be arsed. this makes zero sense, sorry