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Chapter 2 2/2 : After the rain, the hot chocolate.

Summary : As soon as i graduated from Law School, i was admitted in an internationnal society, which allows his employees to travel around the world if they show langages abilities. As i majored korean at school, i was offered to go to a lawyers office in Seoul. Weeks after my graduation, after reasuring my parents about this sudden trip, i took a plane straight to Korea. All went well, until i had to work for a certain celebrity there, who was nobody but Jeon Jungkook. A jerk.

Genre : Fluff, attempt of angst but i am not good at it sorry ugh. romance, we are all here for romance please.

Warnings : Talks about crime (a rape but it never happens its just mentionned don’t worry) maybe some swearing but i will try not to !

A/N : hey everybody, sorry for the wait. I am bad at writting ugh. I’ve been inspired lately.

You may need to read Chapter 2 part 1 before continuing, in case you didn’t.

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I put my phone back in my pocket after texting my friend goodnight. I had to tell this tonight story to someone and she was the perfect friend to welcome this news. Jungkook was sleeping on my couch and without paying that much attention to him i walk to my bedroom, exhausted by everything.

It was already 2 a.m. in the morning and i had to be up in 5 hours. It is not that i want to complain but if i hadn’t met him i would have been able to have a full 9 hours sleep. Which would have been nice. But we stayed up late watching the TV. He turned out to be gentle, but he was also very stubborn. He thanked me for keeping him safe at my place almost 10 times. He felt asleep during a tv show replay we were both enjoying. I guess he had a hard day. Like everyone on this planet. Something about him was peacefull but mysterious too. It was probably due to the fact he was an idol and it mamde it surreal. And that is not  something i was really fond of. But it was charming after all.

I put my pajamas on, letting my clothes of the day lying on the floor messilly between my desk and my bed. I rolled in the sheets, making myself confortable and warm in the heavy duvet. I eyed my alarm, making sure it was on and let my head fall on the pillow. I was about to close my eyes when i heard a cracking sound from my kitchen. Like someone was walking carefully on the wooden floor. I glanced at my door even if i was sure it was Jungkook serving himself a glass of water or something. That’s when i heard the door of the fridge opening that i calmed myself down, i was now garanted it was him  making his little life there. The fact that someone, and not to mention a man, was sleeping at my place was king of reassuring but at the same time... What if someone saw him? I mean, he is not random.

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I woke up before my alarm does. My eyes heavy from the short night i had. I immediatly leave my bed and went to the kitchen, craving for cereals. I enter the kitchen/leaving room while making a bun up my head. Getting ready to eat like a pig. As i took a bowl with hello kitty printed on it, i turned on my feet to put it on the bar loudly. Waking Jungkook up. Because i forgot him. Yes.

He lift his head uppon the couch, frowning his puffy eyes. My eyes met his and i made sure to hide behind the bar, as i was just wearing a oversized tee shirt and underwear. And cute socks. I tried to smile gently, focusing on preparing my bowl. “Did you sleep well?” I eyed him to see if he was listening to me, but he remain eyes half closed and forehead on the armrest. “Well i will take this as a no. Do you want to eat anything ?” He started moving his half dead body to the side of the couch, finally leaving it and making his way to me. I prepared a second bowl, putting both of them in the microwave. I programmed the machinery and before i pushed the start button he stopped me while taking a seat on a chair “i would prefer you to cook it, like, in a pan. I don’t like the taste of food when it is cooked in a microwave”. He was now perfectly awake and was starring at the microwave like he wanted to kill it. I glanced at him before taking tho bowls out and starting to make bowling some milk in a pan. “thank you” he smiled. I nodded as i raised one eyebrow, betraying my inner thoughs. For a second i though he was afraid of the microwave, but i can understand that some people don’t use it because it affects the taste of the food. Minutes later, i served him his hot chocolate with some cake i made 2 days ago. 

The kitchen was silent, so silent that i didn’t even want to chew on the cake, afraid it will break the eavy atmosphere. He, contrary to me, was eating with energy, which i don’t know where he could find because he didn’t seems like he had a lot of sleep. I threw my bowl in the washer, bending a little. As i was about to close the machine with my knee, i realised my shirt wasn’t long enough to hide my butt. And that’s when he fainted a cough that i knew he could see it. I turned on my feet violently, making my hair slap my face, covering my now pink cheeks.

He was staring at his bowl, and acted like he saw nothing. But he did. He drank his bowl in one shot and get up his chair, without looking at me. I let him open the washer and he placed his bowl in it, closing it peacefully. Too peacefully. 

He eyed me with a smile and looked in my eyes only. I bite my lips, waiting for him to speak. “i will go now, thank you for all you did. And sorry for yesterday, i was a bit of an asshole.” he said while heading to the front door, leaving me in the kitchen. I could hear him pick his jacket. I was about to join him to open the door for him but he reached me before i did. I rolled my eyes in surprise and putting his jacket on his shoulder, he gave me a piece of paper, so tiny i could have lost it the second after he gave it too me. I question him with my eyes and he simply leaved the appartment, “next time make sure to wear a jean of something else” he whispered, closing the door behing him.

I could hear the sound of the elevator in the hall, opening and closing its door before leaving the floor. My eyes went bigger when the reality hit me like a truck. First of all i was late, i was also half naked, and everyhting that happened was just a wave of trouble standing in front of me suddenly. Why did i had to invite him, like, what the hell y/n ? Why did i told him i would give him a contact of mine to help him, no? like, why i did this ? Am i so dumb i want to ruin my career ? I run towards the window where i could see the car park. I first saw my car, thank god. But then i saw him, he was waiting for a taxi or something. I grip my hair like a wanted to take it off my scalp and frowned. I needed to go to work but i don’t want to see him again, please lord. Not after he almost saw my ass. No. I glanced at him again, he was on his phone, he looked angry but who cares i have to go out of my appartment and leave for work wihtin 5 minutes without him noticing Why is my life always so embarrassing ?

After i put some descent clothes on and put my hair into a ponytail, i ran to the exit of the building, hoping he left already. And he did. I sighed as no trace of him was in view. I finally reached my car, and leaved for work.

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Weeks went through and as i expected, Jungkook’s rumors about him and his supposed to be ex girlfriend/saesang weirdo went viral. I didn’t hear much about him after he leaved my appartment. I just know that he called the friend i told him to. After that, i helped him found the best lawyers, and worked on his case but since he was an idol, it didn’t go as planned from A to Z. He went through a lot. Fans were mad, but at the same time not that much since all of this scandal was based on fake news and all. This thing was that at that same time, another scandal made the Kpop world shake. A prostitution afia had been discorvered and Jungkook was wrongly suspected. Everything he did, poor boy, was return against him and he could’nt much than being silent and let his managers and lawyer do their best to help him out of this mess. 

He used to be the Nation’s Baby boy but at the end of the month he just remained as “Jungkook, the Idol we though he was nice but is not”. More weeks later, thing got clarified and he finally got some peace, medias and others apologizing for their faults, fo rtheir insults and bringing him down for this long. His group also took him under its wings, supporting him his best. His members new that he wasn’t even able to talk to a girl without getting nervous 2 weeks after so they took his defense. And it worked.

After a day of work, i always stop at the market we met. Not that i hope to meet him again there but i just.. okay i have to admit it. I wanted to see him again. I wanted to see him and apologize for all i did too. For not answering his call when he needed it the most. For ignoring his texts. Some days, he would come at my place, when i would act like i was not at home, letting him ring the bell for hours while it was raining outside. I wanted to apologize for letting him think we could be friend. I didn’t wanted to do anything stupid that could have ruined my career or his. For nor replying to his funny texts, event hough he was in deep shit. All he wanted is to find some relief but i couldn’t give that to him since i was in the lawyers team that worked on this case. Is someone knew we were in contact, it would’ve ruin everything. 

I wanted to apologize, that i didn’t answered him the day he lefts my appartment. That day he gave me that piece of paper. That little piece of nothing at first. I remember when i went back home and find it on the floor. He wrote cute things on it, and drew 2 people with bunny ears on it. I remember how it made me smile, thinking how childlish but cute it was from him. His phone number was written under his character. It took me a while before texting him first but it took him only 0.5 seconds before answering back. Before the scandal explode, we used to talk a lot. Maybe too much, so much that i knew everything from his past life to his future schedule. It all stopped  when medias took over him. It was a torture to ignore him when i was the one who was working on his case. I don’t even know if he was aware of this. Picture of him where everywhere, and not under good titles.

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Today is weeks after he was released from all this dark story and his group announced that they were working on a comeback. It was a good news. Not to mention that it was well welcomed by the rest of the citizens, that completely understood the mess he went through and kept supporting the group. Which was a blessing. It somehow made me happy. They were back on the social media. Not that much for Jungkook but he lets his fans know he was alive and still drinking banana milk like the innoncent child fans liked him to be. 

I knew he wasn’t a child. Texting at 3 AM was not for child, asking for night walk at midnight either. Child don’t ask for dates randomly through a live. We actually went out together, away from Seoul because it was obviously not right. He turned to be funny and caring. He was intelligent and much more manly than most of the people would think. His voice was heaven. 

I told him once that he should be strong, because when his little story will become public, he won’t be in a playfull or sunny mood anymore. It was sad to say but i had seen too much crime case to not warn him of the difficulties that was coming to him soon. He reported the girl under my advices and i never regretted it. It was better for him to make the first step, it could give him more credibility.

It has been weeks now since i ever heard of him. Mostly because i ignored him, and he probably delated me from his mind. For good.

It rained all day long, it was cold outside and it was not that great at work. As i hopenned the door of my appartment, after a long day, i frowned when a strong smell of hot chocolate runned into my cold nose. I closed the door behind me, not remembering letting chocolate on the table or anything that could make my appartment smell like a whole piece of cake. I put my handbag on the floor and leaved my shoes in front of the door. Before turning back to the kitchen , i could hear noises coming from there. Someone was there and it was not with my consent for sure. My heart started pounding like he was about to explode and my stomach formed a knot, making me want to vomit from the stress that overwhelmed me suddenly. I gripped my skirt, wet from the rain. 

Rattling spooning noises and cupboards that open was clearly audible and someone coughed. A man.

I run to the kitchen, tripping on a bag i don’t know who was the owner. Only one light of the room was on, and i had to adjust my vision to clearly what was happening here since it was still a little dark. I immediatly saw the man standing here, placing some marshmallow in the two cups of hot chocolate. 

“y/n, just in time”

Jungkook, he didn’t even looked surprised, not until tears started rolling down my cheeks.

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THEY ARE CHAOTIC:

THEY ALL WENT TO JHOPE’S BED MADE A MESS OUT OF IT AND JUNGKOOK EVEN TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS. A TRUE MESS WORTH OF BANGTAN 

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190215 Jimin’s Tweet

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Chapter 2 : He sleeps _1/2

Summary : As soon as i graduated from Law School, i was admitted in an internationnal society, which allows his employees to travel around the world if they show langages abilities. As i majored korean at school, i was offered to go to a lawyers office in Seoul. Weeks after my graduation, after reasuring my parents about this sudden trip, i took a plane straight to Korea. All went well, until i had to work for a certain celebrity there, who was nobody but Jeon Jungkook. A jerk.

Genre : Fluff, attempt of angst but i am not good at it sorry ugh. romance, we are all here for romance please.

Warnings : Talks about crime (a rape but it never happens its just mentionned don’t worry) maybe some swearing but i will try not to !

A/N : hey everybody ! since some people have read the first chapter, i thought it needed a continuation (and thanks for reading it ♥) . I have changed Aechan for Y/N, because it is easier to write without putting a name on her, and also because i don’t like her name anymore (sorry i am dumb).

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Hi everybody! what do you think is the best update rate? except everyday caus i have a life please 💜

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Summary : As soon as i graduated from Law School, i was admitted in an internationnal society, which allows his employees to travel around the world if they show langages abilities. As i majored korean at school, i was offered to go to a lawyers office in Seoul. Weeks after my graduation, after reasuring my parents about this sudden trip, i took a plane straight to Korea. All went well, until i had to work for a certain celebrity there, who was nobody but Jeon Jungkook. A jerk.

Genre : Fluff, attempt of angst but i am not good at it sorry ugh. romance, we are all here for romance please.

Warnings : Talks about crime (a rape but it never happens its just mentionned don’t worry) maybe some swearing but i will try not to !

Lets go to the first chapter (i hope i will have some support though).

“turn left just here”

I was pointing him the street where my appartement was so he could turn at the right moment. After a 20 minutes drive, he stopped the car in front of  the building. Before going out of the car, he handle me the keys without really looking at me. I pick it from his warm hands and put it into my pocket. He leaves the car first and i follow him. As if he invited in his house but that wasn’t the case at all since this guy randomly took place in my car without asking .

As i followed him to the entrance i took a minute to ask myself how to get rid of him. Because in fact, i just helped him escape from some crazy people in the street but it didn’t meant he could also invite himself at my place. Moreover, i didn’t even know what he was being chased for. Maybe he was some violent punk, maybe he beated someone and those people wanted a revenge. I don’t  know. I need to stop him now or he will become a burden. And i don’t need that.

Before he enters the hall, i call him by behind. “hey! what are you doing right now ?” he stops and look back at me, with questionning eyes “ i didn’t say i would help you”. I walk to him slowly and i can see he is trying to avoid my eyes but i am trying to convince him, and it all start by looking straight at him. I reach him sooner than i thought and i can feel his tired breath. 

In a sight, he makes a step to me “you are a lawyer right ? I am asking you to help me.” Annoyance is starting to grow inside me and before answering to him i fix my hair on my shoulders “what should i help you i don’t even know you” i avoid his look “plus, you don’t look like a reliable person”.

“What kind of lawyer are you i thought you would be nice but i was wrong. Lawyers those days don’t want to help if they are not forced to. I thought it was a job you guys do because you believe in justice like heroes. Looks like not.” He doubles me and his shoulder hits mine but i am too shooked by his words to react. He was right, i was rude to him. For a second he looked pityful. I fixed the hall door, wanted to enter the buildings, but i still heard his steps behind me, leaving with anger. What if he really was in trouble. Maybe it was a great hazard if he met me. I remembered how he had looked to my lawyer badge earlier and how his eyes lighten up when he realised i was a lawyer. I squeeze the handle of my bag, containing myself for doing something stupid i would regret. 

“What is up with you, what do you need from me ?”

My voice echoed. At first i regretted immediatly my words. Well not just at first. I also regretted it when he turned back to me with surprise. I keep squeezing my bag, hoping he won’t go back to me. I just wanted to save my honor by offering some sort of help. But deep inside me i just hoped he won’t turn back to me and still think i was an asshole for the rest of his life. Unhopefully, he didn’t. He run back at me, like a kid who was offered a piece of cake. His oversized hoodie floated around his body and his hood fell off his head, letting me finally see him clearly. He was probably my age. Which made me more confortable for some reasons. Knowing he wasn’t too older than me made me think i could defend myself if i needed to. Which is the dumbest reasoning ever.

“so, are you going to help me?"

He was almost smiling, eyes holding hope and looking straight at me. I bitted my lips before answering. “yes i will ty to help you”. He let his head fall back “thank god, i really thought you were a stupid lawyer”.

I should have punched him after that but i didn’t. Instead i gave him a fake smile, not wanting to hurt him. “first, don’t ever run into shops like you did earlier, and don’t steal others cars ! Seriously.” He grinned and answered “i didn’t stole it, you were ok with that” i rolled my eyes. Was he really this anaware ? “well, it’s not like you gave me choice” “sorry for that, you were the only escape i had”.

I nodded to myself and finally offered him to follow me. His steps were carefull behind me, copying each of my moves and trying not to bother me. Leaving the escalator, we reached my door and before opening it, i turned back at him. He was looking at the wall, he looked bored. I felt my heart shake for a second but my mind was clear so i punched his torso to wake him up. “Hey! wake up, don’t think you can fool me with your depressed look” i lied. He look ed down at me and let an ironic sight escape his mouth, making his lips pout. “don’t think you are my type, you are the exact opposite, i am just here cause you are usefull to me”.

So he can be an asshole too. Well, guess i am going to help him and get him to leave my appartement asap. Why was he cute when he needed me, but know that he is about to get what he wants he treat me like i am an old sock.

“don’t make me call the police because this is what you deserves after stealing my car”, he grinned and put his hands in his pocket “call them then”. He really was pissing me off. But i don’t wanted to loose this kind of fight and i rolled my eyes again “ i shouldn’t have offererd you my help. Lets  fix your problem quickly i don’t want you here too long or i might kill you”. I pushed my door in anger, leaving my bag on the floor, with my shoes. He put his shoes off too and entered the leaving room, making himself  confortable by sitting immediatly on the couch. 

“it’s cosy here. do you leave alone ?” He was scaning my appartment, which was quite small making the review fast. My place wasn’t original, except there was tons of plants and flowers everywhere, books and dvds on every free place. I used to live in the coutryside with my parents, so plants weren’t even an option to me when i had to leave in Seoul. 

“yes i am alone, do you want something to drink?” i asked, opening the fridge and choosing myself a Sprite.

“no thanks, just lets get to the facts since you don’t want me here any longer”

I laughed in exasperation “right, tell me then”. I opened the bottle, making a “pcht”. “first what’s your name?” I stayed at the bar of the kitchen, where i was able to see him clearly. I sat on a chair, legs crossed.

He leaned his head on the back of the couch, making his bang part on his forehead, giving him 5 years older than he was seconds ago. 

“I don’t know if i want to tell you this already. I will just tell you in what kind of trouble i am, and then, if you accept to be my lawyer, i will tell you my name” He tilted his head in my direction looking at me in despair.

“is that a satanic offer?” i joked while sipping my drink.

“just promise me that after knowing my name you won’t reject me or i will really steal your car”

I closed my eyes, lifting my brows up in frustration. “just go ahead and stop saying shit”

“well, it all started when-”

“make it short” i cut him

“for fuck sake just listen to me!  A girl is about to file a complaint about me because she wants me dead and she is going to tell the police i raped her which is fake”

“tell me it's wrong please or i will punch you out of my appartement”

“of course it is not please trust me” he eyed me with anger

“do you know who is she”

“yeah, she texted it to me”

“then spill it out”

“let’s say it is my ex”

After i heard this word my heart stopped. It was just a common war between exes. He was doing all this drama for this.

“well it’s simple, just call the police before she does, and explain everything. If what she is about to say isn’t true then tell them"

I started to ask myself what kind of guy he was. This is a difficult situation he was going through but the police is really helpful in this kind of case. He don’t need a laywer but just to call 119. 

“i assure you, all you need is to tell the police that this girl is harassing you if you want to get rid of her. Plus you have the texts has proof so go on”

I went back on my feet and pick a bag of doritos. i go next to him with Doritos in my mouth, i put the bag in front of him, he looked tired and hopeless. He wave the bag away and get up, facing me.

“you don’t understand”

“i do, your ex hates you, end of the story, what’s your name again ?” i pick another chips

“i haven’t told you my name yet”

“well go on, if you want i can make sure this girl won’t bother you and tell my collegues to watch it out”

He pauses, bitting his lower lips. His dark hair were pulled by both side of his forehead, i could smell his sweet and musky perfume. i kept on chewing the doritos, hiding the fact that the way he looked didn’t let me indifferent. He was  attractive.

I sat down on the couch, trying to ignore him. “what’s the problem with your name though”. He eyed me. 

“tell me, this could be our secret, you remind me of someone”

He watches me eating like a pig, turning on the television with hands full of rests of doritos. I can feel the pressure of his stare on me. But i try not to care. 

“What kind of girl are you”

“Not your kind as you said earlier”

He tilts his head without me noticing and run his tongue on his teeths. 

I stopped zapping the channels until i found a cultural show. He suddenly bend over me, trapping me between his arms. Both hands on the back of the couch One of his knee climb on the couch, making sure i won’t move.

“shhh, i am not your style remember. You can leav my appartement by the way”

It was obvious he was mad at me. Because he probably expected from me that i would solve his problem right away. But i didn’t. And it was making him crazy. I am sure he don’t want to go outside annd face the same people who chased him. But i didn’t care at all.

“please i can’t see through people, just leave” 

He didn’t move an inch. “ i remind you someone ugh?”

“yeah and what”

“I am Jeon Jungkook”

I stared at him. I squint, not sure if he is joking or not. I have heard that name before maybe on the tv or at the radio. 

“Are you maybe an idol or something ?”

“Do you know INTERNET?”

“hey don’t be rude to me, of course i do but-”

He cut me by throwing a pillow at me and leave me free. I throw the pillow on the ground in an epiphany.

“ARE YOU JEON JUNGKOOK FROM BTS”

“yeah i am oh my god you are a retarded human”

“Go to hell, i don’t care about idols and stuffs like that... Plus, you are not a god so calm down” I understand why he was running like a crazy, why he was hiding himself under a hood and why he won’t tell me his name at first. He took a look at his phone and sighed. he put it back in his pocket. giving me the opportunity to look at his figure for a second.

“like what you see”

“not that much, but i thought the Golden Kid would be a nice and cute person. You are more like a demon. What’s up ?

“Apparently she already told the police”

“it sucks being you”

“yeah...”

I started having pity for him. I was used to deal with celebrities. An Idol or not, nobody deserves to be left aside. I hate to admit it but i wanted to help him. Not because he was an Idol, but because he really was in trouble since his ex complainted already. It could ruin his life.

“that’s why companies ask their artists not to date.” 

“shut up, i am sure you will grow old and be a crazy cat woman” he groaned.

“the crazy cat woman offers you her help” i said, without looking at him because of my proud self.

He squeeze his cheeks in embarrassment. 

“just leave tomorrow, cause you are still a stranger to me and that’s quite embarrassing having you here”

He nodds and takes place by my side.

“thank you.”

“you’re welcome” i offer him doritos again

“what’s your name?” he picks ome chips out the bag

“i am Y/N”

“Y/N, you are such a pig”

“shut up”

I slap him on the shoulder as he chew happily, getting some more doritos.

here is it ! hope you guys will like it :) it is a bit longer than the preview but since i suck at english it take me forever to write “properly”

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190112 BTS JAPAN OFFICIAL’S Tweet

#BTS WORLD TOUR ‘LOVE YOURSELF’ ~JAPAN EDITION~ 2019年初公演である名古屋ドーム1日目！で〜ら会いたかったARMY💜今日も僕たちにステキな思い出を作ってくれてありがとう！ナゴヤチェゴヤ👍

#BTS WORLD TOUR ‘LOVE YOURSELF’ ~JAPAN EDITION~ Our 1st show of 2019, the first day of Nagoya Dome! We really missed you ARMY💜Thank you for allowing us to make amazing memories today as well! Nagoya is the best👍

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Preview / Shop Laws _ the start

It was almost 10pm when i leaved the office. The night had already take over the sunny sky and the city was filled with led lights. Seoul always managed to be beautiful, no matter the weather and the time. But night landscapes were the best here. I jumped in my car heavily, tired of my day that have been stressfull. Just as the other days since i arrived in Seoul. But this one had me going crazy, running everywhere, asking a billons of people advices and being rejected by half of them because i was a newbie in the society. 

I have had the opportunity to experience a lot of different case, but today was dfferent, it was a big news, a gossip that gone mad. My client’s phone had been pirated, by his ex, and all his private photos which included nudes where now available on the internet. It could have been an easy task to give him justice but, Mr Choi was the CEO of a newborn and successful company so every citizen would just laugh at him (because people don’t like rich people so that’s the perfect occasion to make fun of him) and accuse him of being stupid for doing nudes. This kind of news is the main key to have your reputation ruined in Korea, wether you are victim or the criminal. 

While attaching my seatbelt, i rolled my eyes thinking of Mr Choi who was probably crying a river scrolling on the internet and counting all the nudes that leaked. Most of Koreans would hate him because he build a lot of buildings accross the city, making the landscape change and erasing trees from parks. but he appeared to be a kind person after all, he was just doing his job great. Like most of the humans being would do.

I started driving to my appartment, that was 20 minutes away from the office. I stopped at a market, because my fridge was almost empty and for once i have some time ahead. before entering the shop, i undo my bun, that was messy so i decided to just free my wild hair. 

I was walking through the shelves, looking for snacks and udon. Udon could be my major food, with skittles. I swear i could survive just with only those two snacks. I picked a fresh bottle of water to clear my conscience and put it in my shopping bag. I started feeling dizzy, exhaustion started to hit my brain and i headed to the the check-out before falling asleep in salad and random tomatoes. The young man in front of me was counting the prices of my articles as i took my wallet out of my old purse. Suddenly the door of the shop slammed against a shelve and a man, covered with his hooded sweater, entered the shop, walking backward after shutting the door closed. He leaned his back against the glazed door and let a loud sigh escape his chest. 

The cashier dropped my bag of skittles on the floor, making me startled. We were both looking at him, panting heavily like he was running away from death or something. At the same moment, a bunch of people ran in front of the shop without stopping. He gave a look above his shoulder, checking if the street was empty of people, or at least if the horde that was apparently running after him had left. He realised he escaped well and stopped his eyes on us and bowed gently as if nothing happened. He took his hood off and smiled at us, making his eyes cutely disappear. A smile that looked so fake it woke me up with anger. 

Who enters a shop this way and smile happilly like he did seconds ago ? Is he a president or a fancy kid who thinks he is the king of the century ? I finally opened my mouth to shout at him, because i was what i was, a loudmouth. “HEY! You could at least appologize for the mess you just made!”. He glared at me, not understanding what i was saying. I looked in his eyes full of innocence and pointed a shelve that fell from the violence the door bumped into earlier. “You have to fix this and repay for the broken stuffs”. I turned back at the cashier who gave my items back while bowing at me “please don’t, i am on it,  you can pay and leave madam”. I took my bag and paid. I pulled my wallet in my pocket and always surrounded by rage i leaved the shop, passing in front of the boy, standing next to the door. His perfume filled my lung and i have to admit his scent was attractive. 

I could feel his eyes on my back as i left and before entering my car i heard a shout _ “So you are going to leave after shouting on me like i am some trash?”. 

I let my bag fall in my car and turned to him, thinking he was still in the shop but he had already reached my car and was 1 meter away from me. Making his perfume wrap around me like a comfy blanket. Wich was conflicting since i wanted to punch him in his nose. Before i could say a word, our eyes met and i couldn’t help but stop thinking while his gaze capture my soul. This punk is ruining my evening. I cut eye contact between us and fixed his chest which was moving under his calm breath. Well not calm as mine because i realized he was a giant, with a good figure. His oversized hoodie letting show any of his muscles but his wide shoulders. I scrunched my nose in embarrassment, realising i won’t be able to even slap him because he would punch me back and i could just die because his hands seemed huge.

“yeah sorry, just go back to the shop and appologies” I smiled at him letting him now i wanted to leave but as i grabbed my keys he stopped me “don’t mind me i am leaving now!” He tighten his grip on my wrist and pulled his hood back on his head. “Just LEAVE ME”. I started trying to escape from him, anger had left to be replaced by angst, whish was not the best thing that happened because under pressure i am an absolute idiot. “I’LL CALL THE POLICE”. He let me go and opened my car, making me sit on the passenger seat an d slammed the door and ran to the other side of the car, and took place at the driver seat. I suddenly realized he stoled my keys but pating my pocket. I looked at him, almost crying like the coward i was and before i could yell at him again he looked at me with the softest gaze and he looked almost as panicked at me. 

For some reasons my attention was catched by what was happening behind my car. Another bunch of crazy people were running toward us, screaming loudly a name that didn’t sounded clearly to my ears. My hair was now a mess because all of the rush.

Starring at the crowd, i started hating myself for stopping at this shop at this moment. I could have just order some pizza and i wouldn’t be here with this strange men being involved in a chase. As if he wanted to wake me up, he put his hand on my thight, which made me shiver. I guess that my body was only able to express the angst at this point. 

I met his eyes for the third time of the evening, soft brown eyes. Almost heartwarming. I could barely see his face fully, the city lights weren’t powerfull enough in this street. Only a vague shape of his jaw line and lips were enlightened.

“who the hell are you”

His gaze leaved my eyes to lower down my lawyer card, hanging from my chest. 

“Please help me”

Here was the preview ! hope you all understood it lol. It was short but if i have support i could make it longer :) 

Chapter 1 : he sucks

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Author Note : Hello everybody ! I am here to share with you some story i dreamt of few months ago. I appologize in advance for my bad english, it is not my native langage ^-^ ! I follow BTS since their debut and i have never been to any concert... i will go see the Love Yourself Concert in theater though ^^! I hope you will enjoy this and please do not hesistate to ask or submit anything :) here is a heart for you : 💜

Summary : As soon as i graduated from Law School, i was admitted in an internationnal society, which allows his employees to travel around the world if they show langages abilities. As i majored korean at school, i was offered to go to a lawyers office in Seoul. Weeks after my graduation, after reasuring my parents about this sudden trip, i took a plane straight to Korea. All went well, until i had to work for a certain celebrity there, who was nobody but Jeon Jungkook. A jerk.

Genre : Fluff, attempt of angst but i am not good at it sorry ugh. romance, we are all here for romance please.

No warnings : maybe some swearing but i will try not to !

This is going to be a social media / novel kind of story. 

Please don’t take out, this story came out of my imagination and i would cry like a witch it was stollen by some pirates. 

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Chapter 1 : he sucks

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