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Rainy day in Paris

Here is part 2 of Fight to Paris this took me way too long to write. (OhMyGaud) I hope y’all enjoy it.

Flight to Paris

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This is smut please don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable.

감사합니다

Slight Angst in the beginning

Makeup sex

Lil’ bit of a choking kink

HICKIES

LOTS of kissing

Unprotected sex (stay safe guys)

Crying

Namjoon and Y/n love the hell out of each other.

It had been a few days since my sister, and I had gotten back from Paris. Still, I hadn’t talked to Namjoon. It was so weird to be on vacation without him. It was as if my world was in grey, the pink hue that used to follow me ceased to exist. I mean yes, I was with my sister, but it felt like something was missing. I was starting to regret going away without Namjoon, he added excitement to every experience, and I missed that when I was in France. What was the point of going to the city of love when my love wasn’t with me?

So Paris was lackluster. Even when my sister and I got home, it felt strange. I walked into our apartment, I didn’t expect him to be there and I wasn’t surprised to be correct since I didn’t tell him when I was coming back. I assumed that he had gone to the dorms and stayed with the boys. Regardless, the house felt still and cold. It didn’t feel like home. Not without him.

What was the point of having such a big apartment and only being able to share it with him two to three nights, or of me moving my entire life to Korea despite all my family members’ warnings, if he isn’t with me? He was the reason for so much change in my life and while that was a positive change, it wasn’t worth it if I couldn’t share my successes with him. Suddenly, I felt claustrophobic the walls around me seemed to be closing in. the air surrounding me felt thick and I couldn’t get a full breath to fill my lungs. Panic began to set in, and tears ran down my cheeks. I was alone in our apartment and I felt helpless, I sank to the floor and let myself wallow in my pity. Heart-shattering at the thought that maybe I’d never need an apartment this big again.

Namjoon pov

I hadn’t heard a word from her since she left, she hadn’t even bothered to tell me when she was coming back home. So, there I was, like a dog everyday rushing home hoping to see her again. I was ready to give her everything I had. She had sacrificed so much to make us work and my selfishness didn’t let me see that, but this served as a wakeup call there was no way I would ever take her for granted again. If I wasn’t too late. She had become such a big part of my life that life itself had become fuzzy without her; I became indifferent to everything.

I put my hands in the pockets of my coat as I rushed to our loft and noticed something in one of the pockets. I pulled out a small Tiffany box. I had completely forgotten about the ring I had gotten her. The album had taken all the space in my mind even the space that should have been reserved for her. I was an idiot for letting that happen. Finally, I arrived at our apartment and got in quickly to get out of the cold weather. Normally, the house would be quiet and stagnant since she was gone, but I heard noises coming from the living room. I rushed in that direction hoping that she was back, and there she was. She laid on the ground weeping, her shoulders shook, and her face was stained with black.

Had I done this to her? I though in agony, even more, afraid what was to come just because she was back, didn’t mean that she forgave me. I crouched down to her level and took her hands. She looked up at me, her eyes seemed to light up the tiniest bit. Still, she cried, I pulled her up to her feet and wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly against me. We stayed like this for what felt simultaneously like years and seconds. I leaned down to kiss the top of her head.

“Princess… I’m so sorry… please… I want you in my life always…” my voice kept cracking and tears dropped freely down my face. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, you… you’re more than what I deserve, and…” I pulled her away from me and tilted her chin up so she would meet my gaze. Her breathing steadied and I continued to talk. “I’m so sorry for taking advantage of you, I love you to the moon and back. I never meant to hurt you.” My lips were quivering. She lifted her petite hand a wiped the tears from my face.

“I’ve realized that uh…” she spoke her voice even in it saddened horse tone sounded like the metropolitan orchestra everything she did in any presentation was like a work of art and I can’t believe I let myself pass it by, “I want to be with you, I want us to make a life together, but that’s not going to happen if you stop lifting your weight and if you are not willing to do that for me Namjoon then-”

“Done, it’s done, you are one of my main priorities, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right again. We can travel again, and I’ll make you breakfast, and…and” I rushed through my quivering lips my heart was pounding in my chest I stared into her eyes and saw everything I had fallen in love with. I needed this girl in my life, she gave my monochrome life its pink tint and I wouldn’t want to lose that.

“Joon… I don’t need anything, I don’t need expensive trips, or fine jewelry, or fancy dinners. I… I just want you.” Her eyes bore into my soul for a beat then she crashed her lips into mine.

y/n pov

His arms wrapped tightly around my waist pulling me into his chest as my arms reach around his muscular neck. Our bodies melted together; heat ran through my body. All our unspoken words and our misunderstood feelings are forgotten as we finally reunited after what felt like years of estrangement. His hands smooth down my hips until they reach to where my thighs meet my butt.

“Up” his voice was horse adding an edge to his usually honey-like intonation. I quickly jump up to meet his command his hands squeezed my legs as they hooked around his waist. He walked clumsily to our shared bedroom until his knees finally met our bed.

He deposited me down softly and let his face hover above me. Even with the lights turned off I could see his shining eyes staring deep into my own. I could see the wrinkles that formed at the corner of his eyes only when he smiled his beautiful dimply smile. At this moment it felt like we could communicate telepathically, his actions speaking for him in lieu of his words.

He leaned into me again catching my lips in a passionate kiss. Unlike the previous latter, this one was filled with passion that had built up from our time apart. I felt his tongue prod at the seam of my lips while his hands snaked their way up my chest and under my shirt.

I moaned into the kiss arching my back at his touch, goosebumps plagued my skin despite the heat that filled my body. He began to kiss down my neck, careful not to leave visible bruises, settling instead for light pink marks that claimed me as his. Taking advantage of my position he reaches under me to unclasp my bra. He took a beat and steps away from our bed. I whimpered pathetically at the loss of his warmth. He seemed to be catching his breath. His gaze was fixated on my body, but he seemed far away.

“Namjoon… please,” I begged not knowing exactly for what, but he seemed to understand me, suddenly brought back to earth and to this moment. Again, his lips found mine, his hands grabbed at the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head alongside my bra. He climbed on top of me so that he was straddling my thighs. He stilled, looking at my bare chest, I felt a deep blush rise through my body. His eyes seemed to burn my skin. It felt like years since we last were intimate and for some reason it felt all new once again.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

His hands ran up and down my body and began to fiddle with the button and zipper of my jeans. I reached towards the hem of his shirt and tugged at it. He seemed to get my hint and tore it from his body as if it were on fire. My eyes hungrily raked down his torso stopping only at his now prominent erection, my face flushed, and I quickly brought my eyes back to his. A small smirk graced his plush lips. He had noticed. Something still felt off. Maybe he was tired, or maybe it had been far too long since we were in a situation as steamy as this, but he seemed subdued. Scared even.

He dipped back down towards my body nuzzling his face into my neck, not giving me time to study his expression further. He nipped at the skin between wet kisses. Slowly he descended down my body leaving behind a trail of careless and prominent hickies. He made his way down my torso, hooking his slender fingers into the fabric of my jeans and panties pulling them down slowly kissing my legs until he got them completely off of me. My breath hitched at the proximity of his lips, and the way his damp breath hit my skin. He let the pants drop to the floor, his eyes studied my body the way that he studied his English books or his rewritten lyrics, stopping only when his hungry stare met mine. He froze suddenly, his eyes softening, and he let out a content sigh.

At that moment, the raging fire that had been fueling the passion simmered low and seemed to warm me from head to toe in the most comfortable way imaginable.

Namjoon pov

I didn’t expect to see her this way ever again. I had assumed she never wanted to be with me after the pain I had caused her. Having her with me, having her take me back, was better than winning a Grammy. I look at her. Every inch of her perfect skin, every beautiful curve, the marks blossoming on her torso, all of it. She was the most precious thing to me. I wouldn’t let myself mess us up again.

I took my jeans and underwear off in one fell swoop. I notice here eyes flicker down taking a peek at my vulnerability. She had always been a bit shy looking at me, I smiled at her fondly feeling my chest warm up with slight embarrassment and climbed back on top of her. My eyes bore into hers and suddenly I’m overcome with emotion.

She brought me so much comfort in so many ways. She was always there for me, even when the media made me feel like crap. She stood by me when there were rumors about me and another Kpop idol. She held me when I was so stressed that I felt that I just couldn’t go on. It was such a relief to have her back. In the short amount of time that I had believed that I lost her, it had felt as if the world was a black and white movie and I was only a side character to someone else’s much greater story. Now, I could see that without her, it was a place I never wanted to visit again. I was on the brim of tears, my breathing wavered. I ducked down kissing her passionately trying to stop the tears.

“I love you so damn m…much, I’m so sorry that I…hurt you.” I broke away from her tears were now freely streaming down my face. Her delicate hand reached to wipe the tears away, I take a second to breathe and regain my composure but only just. She reached up with both of her hands and wiped the streaming tears off of my burning cheeks with her thin thumbs. I caught one of her hands in my own and turned it towards my lips to I could peck a kiss onto her hand. A relieved smile made its way onto my face at her look of concern.

“I love you too Joonie,” she answered, tears pooling in her own hazel gaze. She didn’t have to say it. I could see it reflected back at me in the honey that oozed from her stare.

“It was so hard to be without you, please let’s never do that again,” I beg reaching down and gently pecking her lips.

I sniffled and chuckled ironically into her hair after noticing a couple of my tears drip onto her neck, “I’m sorry this isn’t how I meant to get you wet.” She gasped at my vulgarity, her eyes wide and angelic. Not for the first time, I wondered if I was somehow defiling a sacred being. How could someone look so innocent and yet so alluring all at once?

I giggled, the noise deep in my throat at her reaction. Her breath seemed to hitch as the sound hit her ears. Her eyes rolled back in her head deliciously in ecstasy. How I loved to taint this beautiful woman, and I would spend the rest of my life doing it if I could. If she would have me.

I continued to explore her body with the tips of my fingers. Nothing too rough, nothing that would leave further marks. Goosebumps erupted under my touch. After years of being together, I had learned what buttons to push to get her to react, to make her melt into my touch, but regardless of how many times I’d seen her naked form or had her in less than pure ways, she never failed to amaze me.

My hand slithered down to her core in small ‘s’ shapes. Feeling that she was sufficiently wet in other ways, I began rubbing small circles on her nub earning a breathy moan from her lips. Her hands grabbed at my hair as she pulled my face down to hers and caught my lips in another passionate kiss. This one seemed sweeter than the last.

I bit down on her red swollen lip sucking it into my mouth savoring the feeling of her plush lips on mine. She groaned, sucking my top lip in turn. I pulled away from her to catch my breath, my hand never stopping its ministrations at her core. Our noses brushed and I hummed happily at her. I nudged her chin with my nose. She let her head roll back, exposing her slender neck to me. I sloppily kissed my way down to her chest. I let my free hand wrap around her neck while my mouth made its way to her pebbled nipple. I licked small circles into the tender skin, knowing she loved it. She whimpered at my actions confirming my knowledge.

Her body began to shake with desire. I let the hand between her legs drop to her dripping opening. It pulsed, in anticipation.

With one finger, I pressed into the opening, feeling her slick walls surrounding it. She let out a breathy moan, her eyes were closed. The lips I had been sucking on earlier, between her white teeth. Her hair was spread around her like a halo further proving my angelic theory.

I sucked her nipple into my mouth nibbling at the raised bud for only a second before pulling away knowing how frustrated this move made her as I gently squeezed the sides of her throat.

“You okay Jagi,” I teased as I heard her groan in annoyance.

“I hate you,” she whispered, closing her eyes as I pressed against her g-spot.

I leaned up, close to her ear. So close that my lips brushed her stud earrings. I pressed them against the shell, kissing softly before speaking again.

“You’re about to hate me a whole,” I whispered, pausing as I pushed a second finger into her opening and a gasp escaped her swollen mouth, “lot more princess.”

“Joon,” she moaned, her back arching into my touch. I suckled on her ear lobe shortly before placing kisses all over her face stopping only to watch as her features twisted in pleasure as I pumped my fingers in and out of her.

Finally, I decided that she had had enough so I pulled my fingers out and away from her. I looked down her body and placed myself between her thighs by wrapping her legs around my waist and aligned myself with her heat.

“Can you just please…” The most beautiful sound escaped her pouty lips. I smiled at her adoringly. Even now, she was complaining. She was a brat, but she was my brat and I knew exactly how to shut her up.

I grabbed my member with one hand and her hip with the other, pushing it into her slowly making sure she felt no discomfort. I watched her expression shift as she hissed. I stilled making sure it wasn’t pain that caused this reaction, but when she opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at me, I knew she was fine. I chuckled once again and sunk myself in all the way to the hilt of my shaft waiting for her to give me adjust the sensation.

“Okay, I’m good… please move, Namjoon,” she begged. If I could get harder, I did in that instant. I loved it when she begged.

I let myself get lost in her warmth and tightness. One of my hands reached between her legs to massage her sweet spot and the other went back to her neck placing just enough pressure not to stop her airflow but to diminish it. She began to squirm under me, I rubbed my thumb on her pretty lips. She lapped at it and sucked it into her mouth. I thrust into her, hard but slow. Our bodies slapping loudly against each other with every push.

I felt pure pleasure coursing through my body as I let my speed increase slightly. Her body tensed and she let out a loud moan between clenched teeth.

“I missed you so much princess,” I grunted, squeezing her neck a bit tighter, still careful not to squeeze too much.

“Joonie,” she moaned, and shock waves seemed to vibrate in my every muscle.

I sped up a bit more, letting the pleasure consume me. It was getting harder to keep the circles on her nub consistent and by the sounds of it she was starting to have trouble keeping her moans to herself.

“Joon, I’m close,” she mumbled reaching up and tangling her hands in my hair.

“Come for me Jagiya,” grunted, feeling my thrust become erratic and uncontrollable.

She yelled my name as if I had forgotten it, I began to rub faster circles into her. I knew I was close, but I was determined to make her climax before me. I rutted into her harder. I watched her breast bounce, as a groan escaped my lips.

“Right there.” She whisper-yelled. I captured her words in a kiss. I felt her clench around me. I thrust into her faster until I felt her release.

I felt her core spasm around my member. She came undone beautifully under me, but my enjoyment of a job well done was short-lived as my own pleasure began to build incessantly fueled by her orgasm expression.

With a few more thrusts I came inside of her. Panting, I leaned down and rested my forehead on hers. I slid in and out of her slowly milking my orgasm until oversensitivity overwhelmed us both.

I kissed her softly and laid my body on top of hers and wrapped my arms around her tired body holding her impossibly close.

“I’ll be right back, Princess.” She hummed softly at me. I walked quickly to our bathroom and grabbed some baby wipes and walked back to our bed. I turned her body to lay flat on her back, I chuckled at here blissed-out sleepy face.

“Let me clean you up a little,” she spreads here sore legs a bit, “We can take a nice warm bath tomorrow morning.”

She hums in approval as I finish wiping off any evidence of our intimacy and throw away the wipe.

“You’re washing the sheet tomorrow then,” she whispered with her lack of strength evident through her voice.

I chuckle, nodding, knowing that she couldn’t see me, but I would do as she asked. I lay down next to her and let her nuzzle her body into mine. Her body relaxed into mine and her breathing evened out. I whispered sweet nothings into her ear until I knew she was in a deep sleep. I kissed her damp for head feeling completely at peace in the world. I may have missed out on Paris, but as long as I was beside her, I didn’t need fancy times or bottles with difficult names that only she could pronounce to be truly and irrevocably happy. Finally, I felt my eyelids get heavy and I allowed myself to doze off as well in a heap of pure bliss.

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only then - part 3

only then \ part 3

↱ jungkook is a shy chorus kid with a lot of talent and potential. yn is just alike. both of them are unaware of the existence of each other until yn overhears jungkook practicing for a show.

- pairing: shy chorus kid!jungkook x chorus kid!poc reader

- word count: 895

- warnings: none

TAG LIST: @salty-for-suga

The next day was the most awkward thing ever. You were and Jungkook were assigned a duet together. The project was based on Male Tenor vs. Female Soparono -- which happened to be both of you. Apparently, you guys have to harmonize and pick a song that best suits both of you guys’ voices. One doesn’t overflow the music, one doesn’t overflow the other person, but just perfect. As you both walked to the individual practice rooms, you noticed everyone else was already ready, laughing, joking around, etc. -- you guys had no idea what you were gonna do. You sat the piano playing a normal scale to warm up your voice, Jungkook doing the same. It’s just a natural thing. As the practice came to an end, by now you were just playing random notes and chords, whatever your brain says, your fingers copy.

Silence finally breaks when Jungkook speaks. “We should look for some songs online, yeah?” Jungkook brings his phone out of his pocket.

“Oh yeah, sure.” You say bringing out yours too. To make things easier, rather than looking up songs you go straight to your playlist on your favorite music app. Turning the volume on mute and pressing shuffle you let your songs play. Skipping here and then.

“Are comfortable with Fools by Troye Sivan?” He asks, looking up from his phone. His eyes look as if he was a deer in headlights.

“A little low for me. How about Ending Scene by IU?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He nods.

“Are you sure?” You ask before preparing yourself. He nods again and you begin playing away on the piano. “What are the chords again… shit.” You say to yourself in English.

Not knowing Jungkook heard you, he replies, in broken English but, his best. “Sheet… Music?” His little cute accent throws you off.

You switch back to Korean, “Oh yeah. Thanks.”

“I’ll go print it in Mr. Chen’s office, I’ll be back.” Jungkook heads out the door before you could even say anything.

You sigh into your seat, playing chords, once again trying to find the melody. Without that Music Theory class, you were forced to take Junior year, you wouldn’t even know how to read Sheet Music.

The doorknob twists, Using, you were about to say but Jungkook had already entered, it was just him and no one else. How embarrassing. He came back faster than you thought, or maybe you were just zoning out.

“His printer is broken,” He says. “But I can go ask another teacher.”

This time, you beat him before he could go flying out the door again. “Wait, It’s fine I’ll just use my phone.”

“But wouldn’t it hurt your eyes.” He asks.

“I wear contacts, it’s fine.” You smile.

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As you guys were practicing, it was really hard for you to focus, it’s just that his voice is truly something amazing.

“Geu... Geu- Ge…” You stumble upon your words. “Sorry.” You say while you hang your head low.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. We’ve been practicing for a long time now.” He nods his head. “Do you wanna wrap it up here and leave?”

You look at your watch and 5:47 it reads. “Yeah, sure.” You both get your things and turn off the piano and lights and lock the door of the practice room.

“____, wait,” Jungkook says trying to catch up to you. “I can’t let you walk home by yourself, It’s getting dark.”

When he said those words they caught you off guard, they really did, you almost grabbed the collar of your shirt.

“Oh, I’m not going home right away.” You say. By now, you both are walking outside the school building.

JUNGKOOKS POV

“Oh, I’m not going home right away.” I gently sigh to myself after she said those words, I have more time to talk to her.

“Then where are you going?” I ask.

“Convenience Store,” She smiles. “After I sing for a long period of time I like to either drink milk or eat ice cream. It soothes me… And plus Banana Milk and Yakult reminds me of things that make me smile”

I wonder what she meant by things.

“I love Banana Milk, I drink it for breakfast every day.” I laugh. “Along with Pocky’s Banana Cho-

“Chocolate Flavored Sticks.” We both say at the same time.

“Dude I love Pocky’s.” She gets a little too excited.

We both enter the store and the clerk greets us with a Welcome. We both bow respectfully.

SECOND POV

This time you both part ways, but only inside the store, choosing whatever kind of snacks you guys would like. You grabbed your favorite, Yakult along with your favorite snacks. Jungkook comes beside you and puts the snacks on the counter.

“Together or separate?” The Clerk asks.

“Together,” Jungkook says, once again, before you could even react.

“Jungkook, no I’m fine, I could pay for it myself.” You sigh, knowing its too late.

He grabs the bag and thanks to the clerk. He hands you a Yakult with a straw already in it.

“Thank you.” You say before taking a sip.

After that, that was the last thing you said to each other for a while, besides separating each other’s snacks from the other. You guys finally reached a few yards from your house. You’ve said your goodbyes and headed away.

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only then | part 2 | sweet like honey

jungkook is a shy chorus kid with a lot of talent and potential. yn is just alike. both of them are unaware of the existence of each other until yn overhears jungkook practicing for a show.

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tag list: @salty-for-suga

#bts #bts reactions #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts jeongguk #bts social media au #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts ambw

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only then - part 1

only then \\ part 1

↱ jungkook is a shy chorus kid with a lot of talent and potential. yn is just alike. both of them are unaware of the existence of each other until yn overhears jungkook practicing for a show.

- pairing: shy chorus kid!jungkook x chorus kid!poc reader

- word count: 929

- warnings: none

TAG LIST: @salty-for-suga

Your fingers anxiously danced on top of your desk, watching the clock, waiting until 3 o clock strikes. Your headteacher of the school put you in charge of representing the senior department of your high school for the new coming students’ orientation. You actually couldn’t believe it. For starters, not only are you not the smartest kid, but you’re black. Going to an international school can be fun but also really challenging and hard. Both of your parents are from the states, your dad Arizona and your mom Florida. You, however, were born here, in Korea, so the language barrier doesn’t really affect you.

“Brrrring” The hammering school bell rang throughout the classes and hallways. You stayed in your seat, knowing your teacher would get very angry if you right away hopped out your seat.

“Thank you, Teacher.” The whole classed thanked, formally and then headed to elsewhere after bowing.

Your mary janes clicked through the empty hallway. You choose the route towards the auditorium since that’s where you needed to be in order to prepare for tonight. Knowing the doors aren’t gonna be open until admin opens them, you wait and sit on a nice wooden bench that’s placed in front of the window. While opening your bag to get an after school snack a tone of voice with reverb enters your ears.

A guitar melody and tenor-type voice -- you would know, you’re in chorus yourself. Really into who’s ever singing, you stop in your tracks and just listen.

“Nareul saranghaneun beobareul saranghaneun beobeun eolyeobji anhayo…” The male voice sings. Deeply in a trance, you do nothing but completely listen to the white noise and this voice-- who you don’t know the face of. The music kicks up and maybe start to tear up a bit. This person’s voice is filled with so much emotion that it just hits you. Words can’t explain how perfect the song fits his voice. As the song ends, you let out a long breath you didn’t know you held in.

Right on cue, the headteacher walks through the hallway and comes to push the door open -- you thought it was locked for a reason.

“____, you knew the door was open, right?” She asked, in English. You guys are pretty close ever since you started going here middle school year. You didn’t, you slightly nod no with a chuckle. “Come on.” She leads you down the ramp towards the front of the stage and you finally meet the face of the voice -- you haven’t seen his face either. “____, you know Jungkook, right? He’s in chorus too he’ll be helping you represent the senior class too.”

You both formally bow and end with a “Hello.”

Thank goodness you weren’t alone in this one. “Actually, I haven’t.”

“Really? You guys aren’t in the same classes?” Your headmaster questions.

Maybe so but you’re too damn shy to notice anyone. “Maybe, I’m not sure.”

Jungkook finally opens his mouth and his beautiful voice flows out. “I have ap chem with you… in Mr. Chen’s class.” It’s so damn smooth and deep.

“Oh! Yeah! Right!” You lowkey stumble on your words.

The whole time you guys were practicing over the script, what to say, when to start, etc, you were focused the way jungkook talks -- it’s so smooth you’re still not over it.

“Since I’m not allowed to keep guys here for that long, go out, go get snacks from the convenience store nearby. Go together and come back in 10 minutes.” The headmaster speaks after going over some topics.

You both bow as she walks away into backstage to talk to order admin and helpers. You both walk in silence with each other. You can easily tell he’s really shy, just like you. But you can start a conversation and you sure are gonna use that ability.

“Are you performing for the newcomers?” You ask him.

He looks up from the ground and speaks. “Oh, yeah. I am.” You nod. He stops talking there -- that’s what you think at least. “I’m just gonna a small over of Only Then by Roy Kim. Nothing special.”

“Oh cool.” There was silence for a bit. “Why haven’t I ever saw you in my chorus class?’”

“I see you but I’m not sure if you see me.” He responds with a chuckle.

“Oh really? Which row are you in?

“Row 4.” He laughs. Which is, by the way -- even better than his voice.

“Why did the teacher put you way back there? Your voice needs to be heard. I heard you practicing earlier and it was awesome!”

You can tell he automatically got shy. “Oh really? Thank you?” He looks right back down to the ground. “I think I’m in the back because I really don’t project voice while singing.”

“Why don’t you?” You ask for furthering the conversation.

“Lack of confidence…” He swallows. “I guess.”

“Well dude, you’re awesome, project more. The headteacher didn’t pick you to represent the chorus senior department for nothing.” You say as the bell of the store rings above your heads.

“Welcome!” The store clerk welcomes.

“Now students, to show you the talent of our school, please welcome Jeon Jungkook representing the chorus department and Former Student -- Min Yoongi representing the instrumental department” The headmaster everyone.

Currently, you both are backstage, and by backstage you mean, you’re on stage left watching the crowd. You look to your left and see Jungkook getting mic’d to go and perform. You give him a thumbs-up as he walks out onto the stage.

The first few guitar chords start and you cross your arms getting ready to enjoy his voice all over again.

Once the song ends the crowd roars loudly with claps. For the first time, you see Jungkook smile -- which reminds you of a bunny.

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