1 Shot, 2 Shots || BTS

Overwatch | J.JK

It's been a while.
How did we meet, and how did we become friends- of course, you're wondering about that.
And you're probably also wondering if I'm talking about who you're hoping for—
Well,
I am.
In fact, it hasn't been a while since I've signed a bunch of papers promising I wouldn't talk about anything related to him.

They did not want me damaging his or the company's image or BTS's.

Anyway, yeah. It's Jeongguk. Him. The one and only. The Jeon Jeongguk.

Surprisingly, and much to everyone's shock, we  didn't meet through an accidental text- we also didn't magically fall in love. I'm not a model either or an actress, or a singer. Hell there's nothing talented about me in that field, heh. My pet fish probably dances better than me, and a crow might hit notes better than I would ever— yyeahh fam that's how bad it is.
Truthfully, Jeongguk and I met through Overwatch.
I kicked his butt a couple of times, he kicked mine too... a lot...
But then he exposed himself accidentally, and.. well, you can't take back what you expose, right?

Yeah, that's how Jeongguk and I met.
I mean.. closest thing to meeting- not actually meeting, like, we're online friends.
That's cool, isn't it?

When BigHit reached out to me a couple months back, it was after they accidentally found out that I know about Kook, and that I am an ordinary human that they need to be weary of— not that they shouldn't, it's their right...
They got me sitting in a room with their representatives; they got me a pen and a bunch of papers and asked me to sign.
I signed, and left quietly after that. I did not see him or any one important.

For a while after that, Jeongguk got super busy, and I got super bored. Then during his break, I got super busy, and couldn't play with him until it was late at night- like now, for example.

"Yah- yah yah yah- shoot him- yah- behind you— are you blind—" he mumbled in random korean.
"Protect me!! Why are you leaving me alone, you - you suck at playing teams! We lost!" I retorted back in broken korean.

Jeongguk giggled, "you don't know how to aim when you're panicking; cute."
I glared at the sound of his voice even though he could not see me. I still glared. He was still chuckling, and it wasn't helping me get less pissed off hearing him giggle like that.

"I have classes tomorrow. You're being annoying. You're like one of these annoying middle schoolers that keep making fun of the way I talk."

"Oh come on— you're only a little bad at speaking korean."

"I am an English teacher." I spoke in perfect English, making Jeongguk mumble a sarcastic "Aaa!"- "want me to teach you?"

"Ah. Yes- yes- teach.. teach me uh..English."
I couldn't help but giggle over his attempt, and roll my eyes after that.

"Seriously though. I still don't understand why- you keep refusing to meet up."

"Why would I meet you? I am living an unproblematic life; if I get seen with you, I will become a target- no thanks."

"Ouch." Jeongguk said, "true. But, what if-"

"No."

"아 왜~!" He nagged, "why, why not?!" He repeated, "I have a free day soon-"

"No." I said, "trust me, you don't want to meet me. I'm way different in real life."

"Ok. Every one is different in real life."

"Yes, but-"

"Ok. Ok. Fine. Let's video call, then."

"Oo you're interested in me now."