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the big question

idinner had been perfect. the date had been perfect. everything was perfect. he was spending time with the girl of his dreams, the star in his dark and emo sky that had always been so dim, until he met her. 

jungkook holds her hand, walking down the strip of sand as the sun starts to set. everything feels absolutely perfect. the sun isn’t too hot and the sky is painted a myriad of colors, hues of pinks and purples and blues and oranges. she looks absolutely beautiful, lips full and eyes as doe and sparkling as ever. her hand is small and warm in his, and if he could stop time to just admire her beauty forever, he would. he thinks the superior forces of the universe aren’t fair for obstructing his time with her with work. 

as the sun starts setting lower and lower, the box in his pocket feels heavier and heavier. “baby, wait.” he stops her in the sand, pulling her close with a gentle tug. she blinks at him, and jungkook just wants to kiss her, but the nerves are too much and he has to get it off his chest. “i love you so much, shiah.” 

she looks surprised for a moment, because he had hardly ever called her by her name after they had started dating. it had always been silly nicknames with them. but her face softens, an affectionate gaze boring into his eyes. “i love you too, jeon.” 

he smiles at this, relieved as he takes a hold of both of her hands. he leans in, nuzzling their noses together briefly. “you make me so happy. you’re like a breath of fresh air, you know? i can’t imagine what life would be like without you.” 

the tips of her ears burn red and jungkook feels a bit of pride swell in his chest. “silly, you make me happy too. why are you being so sappy?” 

he shakes his head, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “because. i just want you to know that i could never imagine being without you.” 

at this moment he stares at her, silence deafening. it’s now or never. he kisses the backs of her hands, soft and gentle, before settling down on one knee in front of her. 

“you make me the happiest man in the world. in the entire universe. i know i always call you my star, but that’s only because that’s exactly what you are to me. you light up my nights, you make the day so much better because i know what i have to look forward to is so beautiful and warm. 

i know i’m not the best boyfriend. i’m definitely not the best person out there either. but you make me want to be the best person i can be. i want to be the person that you can joke around with, the person you can spill all your troubles and worries onto, the person you don’t ever have to feel like you’re burdening. 

from this moment on i want to promise you that i’m going to be the best man i can be for you. i know i lack in a lot of things. i play overwatch still, i drink too much coffee, sometimes i mix my colors in with my whites and i still remember that time i had to wear pink shirts for a solid month because i put in a red pair of boxers in the wash - but you keep me level headed. 

you’re like if i had a new chance at life. you make me so happy. you make me see the happy things, and you only let me feel happy things. god, i can’t even say this properly. you just.. make me so happy. you’re like a breath of fresh air when i feel like i’m drowning. you always seem to know just what to say to make me feel better, and god i want to be that for you. 

i know i don’t deserve you. there are so many other guys that would kill me to have you, and i know you don’t need a guy to validate you, because you’d definitely be successful on your own, too. but i want to share the rest of my life with you. i want the good and the bad, the beautiful and the ugly. i want the house, the dogs, the kids, the laundry, the lawnmowing - i want all of it, but i only want it with you. 

you’re the love of my life, yoo shiah. and i know it’s a lot for me to ask, but will you let me love you for the rest of yours? will you let me be the one to lean on forever? i’ll love you until the end of time, i promise. i’ll love you so passionately that it - that you won’t even have a second of doubt. will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

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one year

as far as school goes, it had been hell. jungkook, as much of a whiz with machinery that he was, was still struggling to get adequate rest in between his internship, his side job, his schooling, and just life in general. 

but shiah stuck through it all and he knows she’s the only reason why he hadn’t gone absolutely insane. they were graduating soon, and he had planned on taking her on a trip to busan before finals had hit. 

“you done packing, baby?” he calls out, zipping the last of his suitcase before rolling it out to the living room of their shared apartment. 

“mhm! can you come help me?” jungkook immediately lugs her belongings, hauling it into the living room so they can set sail on what might be the most important trip of their lives. or at least, his life. 

he just hopes she says yes. 

( 1. the beach at busan  2. the pier at busan )

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post college

“baby, have you seen my tie?” 

the black strip hangs from two of her perfectly manicured fingers, amusement written clearly over her face. “right here. now come here, i know you have a big board meeting today so let me do it for you.” 

“what would i ever do without you?”

“you won’t ever find out.” 

-----

it was a lie. jungkook had no board meeting. he had been preparing his proposal to shiah, probably for as long as he could remember. it had been on his mind to take her to some island, or maybe even to busan and propose to her at the beach. he’d managed to get the both of them to busan, but by some stroke of misfortune, he had been scheduled for a meeting. in busan. life got in the way and his plans hadn’t been perfect, but he would never let life stand in the way of marrying the only woman he could ever think of spending the rest of his life with. 

to: yooai  from: OJO i’m picking you up at 8 for dinner. wear something nice! love you, my star princess.  ( 1. the beach at busan 2. the pier at busan )

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the date

by some miracle, jungkook had fixed his mop of a head. it’s a bit longer now as he’d decided to grow it out, but it lies on his head in curls and he thinks it looks okay. he’s dressed relatively nice. at least, he’d derailed from his usual black on black to a windbreaker over a tan patterned button up and a pair of jeans, feet clad with sneakers that looked a bit busted, but still presentable. he was supposed to pick her up outside of her dorm to head out for the arcade. aside from the fact that this was a date and he’d absolutely love anything to do with spending time with shiah, he’s also excited for the games. jungkook has always been a bit of a star at games, winning them try after try. a prodigy, if you will. 

jungkook waits outside of the wooden slab of a door, one hand stuffed into his pocket and the other holding a small bundle of roses. was this even proper date etiquette? 

in the midst of his thoughts, shiah opens the door and for lack of better words, she’s stunning. she has this tank top on, the kind where her shoulders and stuff show and just from that he thinks his mind is short circuiting. the jeans she has on makes her look ten feet tall but looking at her now, she’s so incredibly.. small, that he almost wants to scoop her up into his chest and just hold her in his arms forever. 

instead of saying something suave, he shoves the bouquet out and stammers, “i uh, got these for you.” 

if his eyes aren’t deceiving him, her cheeks flush a light pink and jungkook wants to imprint the sight of it in his mind forever. she takes the bouquet with a thank you, excusing herself to set them inside before she’s scurrying out again with her bag in tow. the door clicks shut and she points down the stairs, grin wide. “shall we get going?” 

------

the date goes absolutely amazing. more than the actual date itself, jungkook felt like he had clicked with her so easily. the way she responded to his jokes, to his awkward comments, the way she seemed so impressed that he was an incredible shoot in all the games that he played. he’d even managed to win her a little bear, something that she had named ‘yeontan’ because of its dark coloring. but he definitely thinks the highlight of the date had been when he held her from behind, guiding her aim at the screen with a plastic machine gun that had probably been infested with about a billion different strains of bacteria. she was so close, the sweet fragrance of her perfume wafting into his space and absolutely intoxicating him. he wanted that moment to happen forever. 

“i had a lot of fun today.” her shoulders are clad with his windbreaker, and it dwarfs her so much that he had almost cooed when he draped it over her. the smile on his face is genuine, a content sigh coming from his lips as he stares down into her eyes. “yeah, i had a lot of fun too.” they stop at her door, halted right where the date had started. jungkook doesn’t want the night to end. 

she hugs the bear in both her arms, the face almost haunting him because he knows that it’ll get to spend the entire night with her and he won’t. “we should do this again some time.” perhaps he’d been a bit too brave in assuming that she’d want to go on another date with him. 

“yeah, i’d like that.” 

wow, luck really was on his side. 

jungkook’s face breaks out into a bright smile, relief washing into his chest as his shoulders slump a little. “oh, okay good. i’ll text you?” she nods and bites at her plush lower lip, painted a hue of red that he wished would stain his own. 

and then she kisses his cheek. 

and then she retreats into her room with a little yelp that he can’t even register, because he’s so indulgent in the feeling of the way her lips brushed against his cheek. it felt like sparks had ignited in his gut and set his entire body on fire, like he’d been dipped in acid and then told he’d won the lottery, all at once. a stupid smile grows on his face and he almost falls to the ground right then and there, but he throws a fist in the air in victory, silently screaming to himself. nope, that was definitely the highlight of the night. 

( from this moment you can pick your own ending!  1. fast forward to post college 2. fast forward one year )

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the fair

“oh my god.. do you see his arms?” 

“i knew it. i knew jeon jungkook was a secret gym rat. i saw him at the gym one time and like, he was lifting on this one machine, and oh my god.” 

“oh my goooooood.” 

most of this goes by unheard by jungkook. he has airpods in--bougie, yeah--and it’s blasting some sad r&b music because this is probably the closest he’d ever get to shiah. 

by this point, he’s probably moved about fifty boxes and sweat is starting to form on his hairline because the sun is beating down on him unfairly. sun 1, jungkook 0. he pulls off his champion sweater with a grunt, throwing it to the side to reveal a plain black tee under, because he could never stray from his uniform. the boxes are moved and the stands have been set, and it looks like the fair has come together, so jungkook settles down on the ground while wiping away the sweat with the back of his hand. 

the only reason why he lifts his head from between his propped up knees is because he feels the disruptive cold against the back of his neck, sending shivers down his entire spine. he jolts up and finds shiah standing there with a bottle of water, smile spread over her pretty face. “thank you for today. have some water.” 

jungkook takes the bottle with a stammer of gratitude, drinking about half of the bottle to relinquish his now discovered thirst. perhaps he was just too caught up in the idea of helping shiah that he hadn’t realized his body needed water to survive. 

“so.. you must really like that girl you were talking about, huh?” 

he promptly chokes and breaks out into a coughing fit. how embarrassing. 

after jungkook’s life flashes before his eyes and the water has cleared out of his windpipe, he wheezes and caps the bottle before setting it down. “i uh, don’t know what you’re talking about.” real smooth, jeon jungkook. 

“oh come on!” she chirps, nudging his side with an elbow. “you were totally talking about some girl yesterday!” jungkook can almost feel the embarrassment filling his body like bile, threatening to come up and out of his mouth. is he going to vomit? maybe. 

in all his 22 years of life, never did he think he would have to mentally and emotionally prepare for the love of his entire existence to confront him with.. whatever this was. 

“oh. um. yeah, i guess.” real eloquent. 

“that’s cute! she must be really lucky to have a boyfriend like you.” is it just him or does she almost sound.. sad? 

jungkook shakes his head, picking up the bottle again to toy with the paper casing. “i’m not dating anyone.” jungkook had had one girlfriend back in high school, and needless to say, it hadn’t ended on great terms. something about him being more obsessed with overwatch and grades rather than paying attention to her. of course, he’s matured since then. at least, he hopes. 

“oh! you’re not?” she tilts her head, tone curious and eyes sparkling. damn those eyes, he just knows he’d get sucked into them at any given moment. 

“nah. i just, haven’t thought about it. i guess i’m just kind of, undateable. not a lot of people are into me.” jungkook sighs, knowing fully well that it’s a lie. he’s given a lot of thought about it. he’s given so much thought about it, that had some miracle happened and shiah wanted to date him, he knew about fifty different dates that he’d wanna take her on. 

“that’s not true, i’m sure a lot of girls would wanna date you. or guys, too!” curse her for being so cute and positive all the time. 

jungkook just laughs, airy and almost wistful as he looks out at the bustling student body, hurrying to set the last bits of their booths. “i don’t know. i haven’t met anyone that wants to date me, but it’s fine. it’s not like a relationship defines me, you know?” 

“we should go on a date!” 

is this real life? what? yoo shiah, asking him out on a date? was god playing some wicked trick on him? 

“okay.” is his dumb response, absolutely astounded that she had just.. done that. jungkook just blinks, staring at her incredulously. 

“then it’s a date!” she pulls her phone out, presumably for him to punch his number in. and he does, but it feels like a fever dream as he’s doing so. 

she’s gone just as quick as she came, long tresses of honeyed hair bouncing in the wind like some magical disney movie. his eyes stare at her figure longingly, until it finally settles in that they were to go on a date. a date, with yoo shiah. 

the flurry of emotions settle in and jungkook thinks it feels like a level five hurricane. it’s only then that he realizes that he’s so incredibly fucked. what was he going to wear? what was he going to do to his hair? it looks like a fucking mop. what was he going to say? do? where is he going to take her? did she really just ask him out on a date? fuck, he’s so happy. 

pt. 3

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you’re my star (stay by me)

by all standards, jeon jungkook was misunderstood. from head to toe black clothes, the face of what seemed to be a dying, livid soul--he never had much of an opportunity to properly introduce himself to anyone. that is, with the exception of yugyeom. 

jungkook had always been a bit of a cold spirit, mostly nurtured by his inability to look any less inviting than he already did, but meeting with yugyeom had been like fate’s little pity party for him. of course, he was grateful to have a friend growing up. well, if you could call yugyeom a friend. he was more like, an annoying ghost? like if jungkook had accidentally summoned a demon through a ouija board, and the demon had developed fraternal attraction to him. yeah, that sounds about right. 

the only reason why he antagonizes yugyeom so much, even though they’ve known each other and been best friends for so long (13 years and counting), is because kim yugyeom is absolutely going to ruin all 0.00001% of his chance of dating yoo shiah. 

yoo shiah, the campus beauty. yoo shiah, the perfect girl. yoo shiah, the light of his love. yoo shiah, the only star in his universe. yoo shiah, the girl that would never say yes to dating jeon jungkook even if he sold all his belongings and got on his knees to show his desperation for her hand in marriage. jungkook sighs dejectedly. 

“dude, you just gotta go over there and ask her. i’m like, 89% sure she’d say yes to going on a date with you. just do it. shia labeouf told you to and he has the same name as her.” 

has he mentioned that he absolutely despises yugyeom?

jungkook messily runs a hand through his wild head of hair, growing ebony locks slapping into his eyes like they’re getting revenge for being disturbed. did he have the balls to ask shiah out? absolutely not. did he want to? absolutely yes. he’d just have to deal with the fact that the only form of interaction he’d get with her are in his dreams. “i don’t know, dude. she’d never say yes. she’s so perfect and i’m so--me.” making a face to actively portray his own disgust at himself, he turns to yugyeom while making loose and lazy gestures at his own face. 

“you only say that cause you don’t know what the girls say about you in chem.” yugyeom pops his chewing gum obnoxiously, which jungkook almost decks him for. but he pauses his assault and quirks a brow, inquisitive about the phrase. and yet he does ask what they say, because in they end they are yoo shiah. “it doesn’t matter what they say. apparently my heart only wants shiah.” at this point, jungkook might as well just sign up to be her man servant. he’s sure that’s the only way he’d see her everyday. her pretty, pretty eyes. the eyes that twinkle and sparkle every time she smiles. her pouty red lips, the ones he’d love to kiss all day if she let him. that’s the only way he’d get to hear her chime of laughter, the beautiful one that makes his heart set fire to itself, warmth blooming in his chest every time. 

yugyeom grumbles something incoherently, to which he simply shrugs off and aggressively sips from his bitter coffee, because looking at shiah was sweet enough for him to keel over from lack of insulin. jungkook finally turns his gaze away from the star of his life, hunching over the table with his now empty coffee in his hands. “why does she have to be so cute?” 

as much as he did find her attractive, he thinks his infatuation with her lies more within the fact that they seem so different. she’s a social butterfly, making friends and establishing relationships with everyone she meets. she’s kind, a warm and comforting presence to most. jungkook on the other hand, jungkook looks like he could strangle a four month old child in his sleep. 

his mild (aggressive) infatuation with her had begun approximately three years ago, on that fateful day at orientation. there she was, in her stupid university shirt, yelling at people to get their spirits up. it was like he had been struck with lightning, the electricity flowing through his veins and shaking him to the core. from then on he’d found out every detail he could--in an almost stalker like fashion--about her. and yet he would never be able to hold a real conversation with her. 

“i just wanna know her. like, does she like fair food? is she more of a kirby or captain falcon person when she plays super smash? does she even play super smash? does she like oat milk? strawberries or blueberries? would she let me hold her hand? like, would she let me kiss her? for hours? because i’d definitely love that--” 

“uh dude you might wanna shut--” 

“shut up i’m shiah obsessing. do you think she’d let me cuddle the shit out of her all day? does she like it when guys do that thing where they let girls borrow practically their entire closet? i’d run out of the shower and grab her her favorite ice cream if she wanted me to.” 

“you sound so sweet!” 

jungkook’s world stops. it screeches to a halt. the record scratches. horror paints over jungkook’s features as he recognizes that beautiful, absolutely horrendously beautiful voice. he quickly attempts to fix his face, heaving in a breath silently as he sits up straight, eyes drifting up and up until they fall upon the face of an angel. “uh--” 

“sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt you.” she stands there with a sheepish smile, hands clasped together around a stack of green colored paper. jungkook shakes his head, hand tightening around the plastic of his now empty coffee cup. “it’s alright.” his voice is gruff, a bit stunted, and he definitely sounds emotionally constipated, but he internally congratulates himself for being able to even get a word out. 

“i was actually wondering if either of you were interested in volunteering at the school fair this weekend! we need more workers to help move boxes around and stuff, since a couple of the guys bailed.” 

before jungkook can even process anything, he can hear his own voice saying, “yes. absolutely.” 

a slap that resounds in the air is most likely the source of pain now throbbing in his bicep, the strike coming from yugyeom. there’s a look of betrayal on his face, and suddenly jungkook remembers that they were supposed to spend a day playing overwatch and getting drunk. right. bro night or something like that. fuck bro night, yoo shiah needed help and he’d bend over backwards at her every beck and call. jungkook gestures vaguely as if to throttle yugyeom, before turning to shiah again. 

“great! the fair is all weekend from 2-6, but we’d really appreciate it if you showed up at the quad at 11 am. we need help setting up stands and stuff and the extra manpower would really help out.” jungkook nods slowly, eyes focused on the way her red, plump lips move with every syllable. god how much he’d give just to kiss her right then and there. 

he nods dumbly, letting out an incoherent word of agreement, before she’s scurrying away to spread flyers for the fair. did that really just happen? 

“dude. what happened to bro night?” 

“fuck you and fuck bro night, dude.” 

“rude.” 

pt. 2