What if someday BTS's Jeon Jungkook proposes to you? What will be your reaction? This story revolves around Y/N, who is an Army and loves BTS's Jungkook. She never thought that she would ever find love in real life. The love story begins when Jungko...
As I was about to leave Y/n's house, I pulled out three concert tickets from my pocket and handed them to her. "Here, take these," I said, giving her a grin.
She furrowed her brows, looking down at the tickets in her hand. "What are these?"
"Concert tickets!" I replied, excitement evident in my voice. "We're kicking off our world tour next month."
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Really? That's amazing! I'm so happy for you, but... I'm going to miss you." Her expression softened, a mix of happiness and sadness.
"I'll miss you too," I assured her, my voice dropping a bit. "But I'll call whenever I get time, I promise." I flashed her my signature bunny grin. "Oh, and hey—bring Hyun and Yoonmin along with you."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "Jungkook, are you serious?"
"Of course!" I laughed. "Consider it an apology to them. And honestly, I won't have much time this week, my schedule's packed."
Her eyes sparkled with joy as she clutched the tickets. "Thank you, Kookie. I'll definitely be there with them."
She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips, her warmth lingering as I stepped back. My heart felt light—it had been a great day.
Just as I was walking away, I could hear my hyungs' teasing voices echoing in my head: "Yah, Jungkook, don't get addicted to her lips!" I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Maybe I already was.
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*Time skip (after 1 week) *
Jungkook's pov
The concert had finally wrapped up. A two-hour whirlwind of energy, lights, and endless chants from the ARMYs had left me completely drained yet exhilarated. After changing into something more comfortable, I collapsed onto the couch in the green room, guzzling down a bottle of glucose, trying to steady my racing heart. The others were still in the process of changing, but I needed this moment to just... breathe.
Suddenly, a soft knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts. One of the staff members stepped in, smiling. "Mr. Jeon, someone's here to see you."
I blinked. Someone? Was it Y/N? "Alright, send them in," I said, a bit curious but mostly exhausted.
The door creaked open, and to my surprise, a familiar voice rang through the room. "Kookie! Your concert was amazing! My boy is all grown up!"
"Eomma!" I exclaimed, springing up from my seat and rushing to give her a tight hug. I hadn't seen her in so long that I almost forgot how comforting her presence could be.
She laughed, pulling back to examine me, her eyes twinkling. "Now, before anything else, who is she?" she teased, nudging me with a knowing smile.
"Eomma!" I groaned, rolling my eyes. "You can at least ask how your son is doing first!"
