All the dazzling flashes stumbling upon her, blinding her eyesight. All of their questions are like shit throwing at her gasping no damn while their hands are armed with big cameras and microphones. One of them finally gets in her stomping through t...
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Flashback
Another day with another indistinct afternoon. Mind has emerged as a deathless battlefield by now. His toned bare body is the picture on the mirror while his eyes are cheerlessly cemented on the hair dryer.
Take it and blow the hair?
"I'm so tired." Jungkook huffs out in drowsy, taking a U turn towards the bed, not in the mood for drying the wet hair.
Hair is still dripping wet from the shower, few strands swing loose over his face as he plops down on the edge of the bed, letting the water droplets course down his cheeks, forehead to his bare distressed shoulders. The room falls silent, unbearably silent, and he doesn't like it. But here he is, sitting there beneath a mond of aloof clouds above his head. He doesn't know what to do with this guiltiness and the lunatic contradiction that he allowed eating him away since the night.
The starry night, full of stars twinkling above their heads in the rich sky, which he gutsy took it as a once in a lifetime chance and risked everything to spill the curbs witnessing the sky, stars, the wild gush, everything, just to back off right after it?
What a coward!
Goddamn he knows what he said to her that night it was undead true, every drop of feelings that being poured in those three words which he has been saving for the past two years, were from the core of his heart. But he messed up big, right after the confession. Since then the brooding has been abandoned there in that deep lash that continuesly crossing over his every thoughts, ceasing his every exertions of perkiness, putting awful halts in the midst of whatever he's doing or not doing, without any freaky abruption. He just can't think anything straight.
"I'm so messed up." Anguish erratically crawls into his entire nerve system like caterpillars as soon as his slumber dives in the vast unruffled bed. The thumping flesh stirs violently in the ribcage as it invites those special jiffs of him falling for her, bit by bit.
He remembers the time when he, Taehyung and Hobi paid a visit to Jimin and her, during their collaboration practice and Jimin introduced her to them. She was looking like a fluffy brown fox at the time, since it was the big brown and white loose hoodie that wrapping her body entirely, matching her big braided ponytail swaying down the back, so she had to be look irresistibly cute of course. It was their very first time meeting of knowing each other and he got completely astound discovering her being so frank and friendly with them even though it was the very first time. Moreover, throughout the little set forth, her joyfulness and positivity was something that never clashed him to uneasiness for a second, that they just met.
Time flies, their friendship grows, becomes stronger. They hang out with each other, not without the members from both sides of course, especially the maknaes, at the duplex restaurant on the Bugaksan mountain which she owns. Though the time being always the ultimate vanquisher in the end, yet, it never stopped him from learning about her sweet little things by the corner of his soft long gazes when others are busy in rambling or doing gibberish.
