"...𝑦𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝐼 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ..."
- A y/n and jk ff + taehyung -
- based in high school -
In the eyes of Jungkook, y/n committed a huge crime, unforgivable...
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y/n POV :
There I was, sprawled on my bed. Barely slept a wink, too consumed with the anxiety of the dinner. Why did Jungkook invite me? Too filled with many thoughts. The curtains were open the whole night, filling the room with hot air. I was so immersed in the warmth and comfort of my bed that I hadn't heard Niki come in.
He tutted as he saw my disgraceful image,"Come on! Get up! You didn't even make me breakfast! I'm going out with my friends!"
I waved him off, and watched him leave. What was happening to me? I lost my usual energy. My usual smile and feeling of belonging had started to fade away. It was like torture trying to get out of bed. It took everything in me to spring myself up.
Maybe I was just tired from not getting any sleep.
But how did that explain the random tears that had started to stream from my eyes? I was so dull that I barely even tried to wipe them away. I just let them fall as I continued with my daily routine. Not in a rush, not caring much.
Without any breakfast, I took my keys and opened the door. That was a mistake. I was hit right in the face with a rolled up newspaper. Grabbing my face in shock I heard the sound of wheels stopping abruptly.
I stared at the boy sitting on his bike. He put his hand up as an apology,"Hey I'm sorry! Are you okay?"
I nodded, not trying to pick a fight,"Yeah I'm fine! Just be a little careful next time!"
He grinned at me with his oddly beautiful smile,"Will do! You're really pretty by the way!"
I blushed at his remark. Even he seemed genuinely startled at what he said as he zoomed away from me.
What an odd paperboy.
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It was Saturday. Usually Saturdays were happy days. But not for me. It was a day of burden. The stupid dinner. I went to the cafe and worked a longer shift. It would help get things off my mind.
I stood in front of a customer who had just walked in.
"Hi, what can I get you?"
Without looking at me, he simply answered,"A Frappuccino, to go please."
I nodded at him and left to get his order. His hair looked familiar to me. But I wasn't sure who it was. It was also weird how he was desperately trying to cover his face.
