『𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓖𝓲𝓻𝓵』 [𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐟 ]

3.3

So,
as some of you may know, I am dyslexic. I really love writing but it takes me a while to update as I make so many errors. I know it's ironic - a dyslexic writer - but I wanna say thanks for reading my crappy lil fan fictions :') I promise I'll edit them soon😩
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"Mi?"
"Miiiiiiii Miiiiiiiii?"
"MI?"
"MI-SUN?"
"I SWEAR TO GOD MI-"
"MI GET YOUR ASS UP NOW YOU LAZY BITCH!"

The phone speaker blared a loud, crackled, tone as the girls eyes opened and ajusted to the surroundings. She sighed in an annoyed tone, reaching for her alarm that was currently putting out a loud, screeching noise, to turn it off.

"MI IF YOU DONT WAKE UP I SWEAR, YOUNG LADY, I WILL FIND YOU AND-" Her phone continued to spew out nonsense.

"YES! I'm up, you little shit." Mi grabbed the device and took it off speaker mode, putting it to her ear. "Why are you so loud? What day is it?" Everything was a blur to Mi right now, including who she was and why kook was on the phone.

"It's Monday morning, today's the day!" He squealed like a small child, audibly jumping up and down. "I get to meet you todayYyYyyYyY."

"Uhhh, great." She threw on a large top and an big ass jumper that fell to her knee caps. "How are you - inside - my phone thought? I was asleep." She looked at the call details. 79 hours.
(A/n sorry I wish I was 69 but it wouldn't make sense😭)

"Did you forget? We've been on call all weekend..." He laughed cheekily at the girls awful memory.

"Since Friday? When I got home from work and called you?"

"Yup. Now, get your ass up and dressed. I'm coming to pick you up." Jungkook rattled his eyes and shut his door loudly through the speaker.

"Pfff, Ye right. I'll meet you at the building." She was about to hang up-

"No. I said, I'm picking you up." His voice dropped thousands of feet from his adorable little screams to a rusty, dark tone that wasn't to mess with.

"B-but, you don't know where I live! I'll just turn up, say hi, and come from..." she felt like she was a quivering mortal, replying to an almighty god in a weak, whispering tone.

"When you signed up for the tournament, you put in your details like where you live." Oh no. "I was the only one with access to them, don't worry." Oh FRICKEN no. "We might as well share a ride, seeing as we are going to the same place." Oh frickadee fracking no.

"Kook, it's fine really. I need to get dressed and eat and-"

"Mimi, calm down." His tone switch to one that sounded like caramel. "Put your lazy day joggers you always wear on and meet me outside your building in 20. Byeeee"

He hung up.

Mi caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Messy hair, dark circles, slobby pjs and breakfast yet to be made. Normally, 20 minutes was just enough time to get read and stumbled out the door. But, this wasn't a normal day. She was meeting Jungkook, she had to look different from 'Sun-mi' and right now, dark blue hair was a little too similar.

"Shit shit shit." She paced around the room madly. "What the fUck do I do?." The panicking girl thought back to what 'Sun-mi' looked like. Pony tail, small creased eyes, clear skin, heels, skirt, girly.

Right. "Why don't we just do the opposite, we can do this... right?" The underlying anxiety just had to pushed away this time. She didn't have the effort to deal with it when so much was going on.

Hair first, she grabbed her brush and untangled each messy strand. If her hair was always in a ponytail, she should keep in down and in-front of her face. She opened her eyes to there natural, big doe shape. No eye liner, just some mascara. Her eyes fell to the clumps of melanin in her skin, the brown spots mounting her cheeks. No concealer, her cute lil freckles could show to the world. Now for clothes, her floor was cover in various pieces of outfits.

She wanted to look nothing like a girly girl, but on the other hand, this was the first time she was meeting her best friend so didn't exactly want to look homeless. Joggers was just too lazy, so she grabbed her pair of black ripped jeans and tugged them on.

Mi examine herself. The big, yellow hoodie was old and cover in patches, as well for her 'uneven' face, nothing girly was seen on her.

But there was no time to stare at her reflection, she could hear the faint honking from a car downstairs. The girl rapidly threw on her blue trainers and grabbed her backpack, sprinting down the stares. She opened the apartment doors and walked out into the street. The only car there was a bright yellow sports car. The hood came down, revealing the world famous celebrity in black sunglasses and a leather jacket.

"Morning, m'lady." He took his shades off, his eyes smiling at her. She walked forward awkwardly - this was actually happening. "Oh look, you two match!"

The jumper she wore blended in with the paint on the car. She smiled slyly back. "Hi kook... nice to meet-"

"Don't start with that." The door opened for her and she sat inside the million dollar vehicle. "Get your seatbelt on, kid." She did as he said with a chuckle.

"Kid? God your annoying."

"You know it baby." He joked.

"Just start driving, coconut."