Heart for Takeaway | JUNGKOOK

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Jeon Jungkook smiled down at me, keeping his eyes on my shocked face as he plucked his ID out and pocketed it.

"I...You..uh...WHAT?"

"I-You makes us, but hey, take your time" He grinned, running a hand through his hair. His perfect hair. His perfect hand. My eyes shifted over his face, taking in the oh-so-familiar doe eyes, long classic nose and perfect lips.

"I'd say take a picture but you probably have a hundred saved already." He snickered.

Dammit this was really him. And I still couldn't form a single, coherent thought.

"I...Um"

He waited, expectant, eyes twinkling with mirth and lips hinting at a smile. Say something already, idiot!

Getting some kind of order to my thoughts, I took a deep breath and smiled. "Uh It's really nice to meet you, Jungkook. I love you guys. You're all so important to me. This is freakin amazing". I held out my hand.

What? You held out your hand? Not a hug, not a selfie, you'll shake his hand? What are you, 74?

He glanced at my hand in amusement, and then slowly, very slowly, reached out his hand to take mine. "Pleasure's all mine, Amber".

His hand almost swallowed up mine completely, his skin so soft but his grip was firm, hinting at serious muscle strength beneath.

He hadn't released your hand yet, and you're brain was slowly melting into your shoes.

"Sorry about your shirt" I said, looking at the item in question. Holy heck, how had I not recognized him before? I'd practically memorized his body, slim waist leading up to a heavily built torso that his shirt was now sticking to. I tore my eyes away, looking back into his eyes. I was going to hate myself forever for not recognizing those sparkly doe eyes before.

He gave a sharp laugh, not the ha-ha baby laugh I loved best. "You don't look sorry about the view though" he said, raising an eyebrow again. "So you'd be sorry about ruining my shirt but not any random guy's shirt?"

I blushed furiously, but I was determined to get through this conversation without dying. "A random dude bumping into me twice in a row would've gotten something very different from an apology. But since, I've been in love with you, I could forgive you for almost anything" I grinned up at him, catching him off-guard.

His smile dropped a tiny bit, eyes widening impossibly searching over my face.

"Well, that's very reassuring." He tugged on my hand, pulling me several inches closer, not taking his eyes off mine. My senses were assaulted by him. Jungkook really was larger than life. He smelled wonderful, but I was too stunned to identify what it was. "Thanks for keeping my ID safe, Amber. See you around" and with that, he let go of your hand, leaning in slightly before turning away and walking off.

I stared after him, frozen in place. Did I just meet Jeon Jungkook?

Apparently, I'd said it out aloud because Liana giggled behind me, when I remembered what I'd said. "Hell did I just tell him I'm in love with him?" I screeched.

Liana burst out laughing. "Yes you did!"

I turned around to see her clutching her side, laughing her heart out.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god" Was I going into shock? My hand still felt all tingly where he'd held onto it, and my heart was beating double-time, I put my hand over it.

Liana took a look at me, and began to calm down, reaching out to touch my arm. I stared at her. "You knew? You knew Jungkook went to our college and you didn't" step "say" step "anything?"