"Home is where the heart is."
But for her Busan is midnight hair and doe eyes. Busan is Jeon Jeongguk. Her home.
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bestfriend!jungkook, idol!jungkook, idol!bts, friends to lovers au.
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She's early.
Needless to say Hana was slightly anxious about meeting Jungkook today: firstly because he sounded weird on the phone and second because it was highly likely she also met the members today.
So she dealt the funny churn of her stomach like she normally does; by staying busy. She finished any pending work she had and did her laundry. When it was time to get ready, it took her a long time to decide what she wanted to wear. Normally, she wouldn't have thought too much but the feeling she had was the same one gets when meeting your boyfriends parents.
Except that Jungkook was of course, not her boyfriend and that she had already met and was loved by his parents.
She's standing outside her apartment complex, while the street where her building stands is generally quiet, it opens up into one of the more lively avenues of Seoul that are bustling with nightlife activities. There's music blaring from some restaurant far off from the opening in her street and chatter fills her ears by the occasional passing by group of people.
Her back leans against a textured wall, the coolness of the wall passing through the cotton of her long, blue summer dress. It billows slightly in the wind, the lower front of it is open completely up to her mid thighs and closes up the rest of the halfway up. It's a calming sky blue, a colour that's always been her favourite because it keeps her relaxed. Her white mask matches her white sneakers that tap impatiently against the pavement.
She's considering going back inside when a large, black car turns into her street. At the same time her phone buzzes with a message from Jungkook informing her that she's here. Straightening herself up she tucks her hair behind her ear and takes slow steps towards the approaching car. There's no point in trying to see inside the car because the windows are tinted almost entirely. She's about to get in the passenger seat when the door of the drivers seat opens and out comes a bulky man in his mid 40's, dressed in black, rushing around the car to reach her. She bows her head in greeting to the man who she supposes is the driver and he does so politely back before he's open the back seat door for her.
"Oh," Hana chimes in realisation and quickly gets in.
Jungkook watches her climb inside, he already has a soft smile on his face at the sight of her slightly frazzled state. His eyes naturally take note of the blue dress that flows around her bare legs prettily and hugs the centre of her figure, complimenting her curves. His eyes catch on to her neckline that lowered a little while she was getting in, a golden necklace sits above the curves of the top of her breasts.
He averts his eyes quickly, thankful for the mask that covers his face and the darkness that hides the redness of his cheeks.
"Driver, huh?" Hana chimes once she's finally settled in, her hands adjusting the fabric of her dress along her legs and Jungkook follows the motions with his eyes. "Fancy."
