Heart Me? 01

Heart Me? 01

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, A bucket full of it, non-idol au, college au

Word count: 0.6k

Summary: Your life is pretty boring. Good at studies, a tiny, no wait, a big tiny crush on the campus sweetheart, but that's normal right? Wait, till your 'boring life' get off the track!

Warning: I got major toothache writing this one, it's way too sweet

A/N: Time for Jimin's series. YAY!!! I really enjoyed working on this one. I hope you guys enjoy it and feedbacks are always appreciated. [sending virtual hugs…]

His eyes…

My favourite pair in which I can get lost forever and wouldn’t mind. The way they turn into tiny crescents when he smiles, was enough to admire them more. I loved his eyes, I loved him. Park Jimin or more like THE Park Jimin. Birthday- 13 oct, height-173.6cm, weight- 61 kg blood type-A. you didn’t even know this much about your own self. The most popular guy, currently in the dance department with everything a girl could ever ask for ranging from looks, fashion to angelic voice and personality.

I’ve had this tiny, no wait, a big fat crush on him ever since that day he saved from getting hit with a basketball that came soaring towards me. With thousands of hot chics around him and my introvert self on top of that, I would probably wouldn’t even make into his ‘the girls to date’ list.

Present day

“Ahh…this so boring!” you were mentally cursing glaring at the book in front of you. This was the moment you started regretting your life decisions. Sitting in the library, going through some colourless anatomy book to help you with your thesis was probably a bad choice.

“Mind if I sit here?” you heard a familiar voice beside you.

There he was, the guy you dreamed to talk to, standing right in front of you. You had rehearsed millions of times in front of the mirror pretending it to be him, but at this moment you felt so helpless. You couldn’t even utter a word. You found yourself slightly nodding to his question. So, there it is, your crush sitting right by your side.

“Y/N, right?” he said wanting to start a conversation.

“He knows my name? he freaking knows my name! ok calm down Y/N. keep it together.” You thought.

“Yeah.”

“You seem to know my name.” you replied trying your best not to sound flustered.

“of course, I do, the clumsy girl at the basketball court.” He said chuckling emphasising the latter part.

You so badly wanted to bury yourself alive right now.

“But you’re cute.” He patted your head smiling. Only if he knew, he was cultivating a whole farm of butterflies in your stomach.

“I always wanted to talk to you but you medical students are so freaking busy! Hats off to you guys for working this hard. If I, were you, I would literally kill my parents for putting me in medical department.” he continued. He is a funny guy as opposed to the so-called image of him being intimidating.

You slowing found yourself getting comfortable with him. Being an introvert, you were never good at socializing. But with him, you somehow felt safe and okay to be yourself. Time seemed to run when you were with him, hours felt like minutes and before you knew it, it was time for your next class.

“oh, it’s 4:47 already, I have class at 5. I should get going.” You said starting to gather your things, ready to leave.

“So, friends?” he asked out of the blue putting forward his hand.

“Yeah, sure.” You said shaking his hand.

“And I guess friends have the right to have each other’s number?” he asked hesitantly, desperate for your number.

Before you knew it, you both were scribbling number on each other’s hands. Glad you decided to come to the library today. It wasn’t a bad choice after all.

“See you around then.” He spoke to you.

“I’m busy, Mr. Park.” you said sarcastically.

“Oh, come on, have some mercy on me, Ms. Future doctor Y/N.” he replied while a foolish grin was plastered on his face, waving to you like a 5-year-old.

Happiness Personified😁😄

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The Recycle Bin Has It All

Pairing: dad!Jeon Jeongguk  x mom!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Domestic au

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Jungkook is angry because your son accidentally deleted his files. Those files are lost forever, are they or are they not?

Warning: Maybe just the word, "a**". For the rest: "The bay is clear, my fellow officer." hehe

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and I'm finally posting it. YAHoooooooo. please give it lots of love and feedbacks are always appreciated. (ik the GIF is a bit looooong, but can't help it, JK LOOKS HOT🔥🔥🔥).

“Get it, Let it, Roll...” here you were singing a random song that just came up to your mind. You were watering the plants by the window, as the sun shone brightly kissing your face, accompanied by the chirping of the birds. “Everything is so perfect today” you say to yourself as you scrunched your face at the high intensity of the sunlight.

Suddenly you felt a tugging on the hem of your dress. You looked down to find the love of your life Jeon jr. standing there with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

“Eomma”

“Hmm…” you responded

“Guess what am I wearing?” You looked carefully at him to find him wearing a grey hoodie and sweatpants. The sweater paws made him look extremely tiny. He was the true definition of cuteness overload…well, he had good genes.

“Your grey hoodie?” you answered him taken aback by his sudden question.

“Nope” he immediately shook his head welcoming a frown on your face. Well, what else is he wearing? You started to ponder.

“Want me to tell you?” he asked earning a nod from you.

“The smile you gave me” he answered followed by a chuckle. You unknowingly blushed at his statement making you look like a freshly harvested red tomato. You couldn’t believe the fact that your son was literally flirting with his own mother.

“Woah…sannie-ah, what’s with the sudden buttering? did your appa teach you this? I really need to teach your appa a good lesson.” You knew Jungkook was the one who taught him, considering the fact that he himself was good at flirting, but you never knew that he would teach his five-year-old kid to flirt. Jeonsan didn’t even know the meaning of ‘flirt’.

And you knew what was coming next.

“Eomma, can I play Super Mario on appa’s pc?” he asked you with his puppy eyes, the infamous weapon, something the Jeons were really good at. But being his mother, you had to deny knowing the fact he has been playing games a lot recently which is really not good for him.

“No.” you responded placing a stone on your heart earning a pout from him. Why he had to be this cute?

“Sannie, you know right that you’ve been playing games a lot recently. It’s not good for your eyes or your brain. you can play any outdoor game, ok? I won’t object.” He immediately started whining and convincing you that he won’t play too many games and that he would a good boy from now. Seeing you not changing your mind, he started listing the disadvantages of outdoor games, one of them being that he could get a tan from the sun. he was really good at convincing you, like father-like son.

“Ok, you can but on eomma’s pc. You know right appa’s pc has many of his work saved, which we really don’t want to mess up with.” You finally gave in, impressed by his absurd reasons.

“But your pc doesn’t have Super-Mario.” he stated.

“Then play some other game.”

“But I want to play Super Mario. I promise I won’t mess up his works.” He again started attacking you with his weapon- the puppy eyes.

“Ok, ok but I’m going to supervise you, just to be sure.” You wanted to be double sure knowing the fact that Jungkook works day and night on his songs, and you didn’t want to be the reason that his masterpiece ruined.

Time skip

Jungkook was back home after his daily practice. You always admired the fact that no matter how much tired he was, he would always find time for his family.

He was working on some songs on his pc in the studio after having a hearty family dinner together, while you were doing house chores and Jeonsan was watching a cartoon.

“Y/N” he called loudly from his studio, sounding extremely scary. You quickly rushed to his studio.

“What happened, kookie?” you asked wanting to know the reason why he was sounding this scary.

“Did you use my pc again?” he asked you coldly. Yes, you had once used his pc without his permission as yours got broken, when you accidentally deleted his mixtape. And that was an incident you never wanted to be reminded of again.

“Why, did something happen?”  just praying not expecting the answer to what you expected it to be. But guess what, luck wasn’t on your side today because that was exactly what happened.

“I can’t find my file.” He answered coldly, still focused on finding his file.

“It must be somewhere.” You answered, still a tint of hope lingering in your voice.

He scoffed sarcastically.” So, my prediction was correct, huh?”

“How many times have I told you to stay away from my studio. Are you that much stupid to not understand my words or is it that you don’t want to? Can’t you see I’m working my ass off day and night but you are always there to ruin it. How do you even manage to do it.” He burst out suddenly making you flinch. He looked really scary when he was mad. Droplets of tears were forming in the corner of your eye. You would be lying if you said his words didn’t affect you.

“Get out before I do something which I would regret later.” You quietly went out of his studio.

 He was frustrated, yes, he was frustrated and he didn’t mean any of those words, you were constantly convincing yourself. You wanted to break down then and there but Jeonsan was still awake. He wouldn’t like it if he saw you in this condition.

“Eomma…” you turned around at the familiar voice. He looked as if he was on the verge of crying.

“Why did you lie to appa?” his voice cracked. So, he heard it all. Getting down on his level. You ran your hand through his hair to get a better look at his face.

“Why are you crying?” and yes, he could read your face like an open book. Sometimes you wonder if he was really 5-years-old. He hugged you like there was no tomorrow, finally breaking down in your arms.

“I’m sorry Eomma. I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have played on his pc. It’s all my fault. I really didn’t mean to do it. Because of me, appa shouted at you. I’m really sorry.” He was constantly whispering these words. You picked him up and brought him to his bedroom.

“Look at me.” You said but he immediately shook his head.” I said look at me.” This time he did. Your eyes softened at his tear flushed cheeks and red eyes.

“I’m sorry Eomma, I’m a bad son. You must be hating me, right?” you were quick to shush him by putting a finger on his mouth to stop him from further blaming himself.

“Who said you’re a bad son, you’re the most adorable, sweetest and best son I could ever ask for. And never in my entire lifetime, I would hate you. I love you with all my life. You know I love you right?” he nodded his head. “Then stop crying, my sannie looks handsome only when he is smiling.” You wiped off his tears. “And about appa’s file don’t worry, eomma will manage. Now go to sleep, it’s past your bedtime.” you tucked him under the covers and gave him a goodnight kiss. You yourself went to your shared bedroom as all you wanted right now was to let out all your caged emotions. But little did you know that your beloved son had something else going on in his little brain.

As soon as you left him, he quietly made his way out of his bedroom making sure you didn’t see him. With pussyfoot steps he went to Jungkook’s studio, he opened the door as still as a mouse. There sat his appa massaging his temples out of frustration of how everything turned out.

Jungkook’s POV

‘I was guilty’ would be an understatement. I know what she did was wrong, totally wrong but I shouldn’t have lashed at her like this, Afterall she didn’t do it purposely. I so badly wanted to go and say sorry for yelling at her but I had loads of work piled up. I had to stay up all night in order to finish all of it.

“Appa…” I heard a voice coming from behind.

“Sannie-ah aren’t you asleep yet and I’m sorry I can’t play with you today.” I trailed off, still focused on my work.

“It’s not about that.” This time I turned my head towards my son but what I saw next broke my heart. There he was standing with tears constantly making way to his cheeks while he was wiping them with his sweater paws. I immediately extended my hands toward him signaling him for a hug. He quickly came jumping onto my lap.

“Why is my little prince crying, hmm?”

“I-I am s-sorry appa.” That was all he said.

“Why sorry? What are you sorry for?” I asked him still caressing his back.

“Please don’t be mad at Eomma, she didn’t do anything. I was the one who played games on your pc. She warned me but I didn’t listen to her. I’m really sorry, I promise I won’t do it again. I didn’t know how or when your work got deleted. It’s all my fault.” He trailed off, still continuing to blame him.

“Hey, kiddo, what you did was wrong ok? You shouldn’t have asked for it after Eomma warned you, right?” I said immediately earning a nod from him.

“Now, what’s done is done. Don’t blame yourself and first things first, stop crying. See appa isn’t even mad at you. So shouldn’t you be smiling? Come on and give me your million-dollar smile.” He immediately smiled at my comment.

“Now come on, let’s get you to bed.” I picked him up making way to his room. Tucking him into his covers, I made sure that he was asleep before making my way out of his room.

“Ah…” I sighed loudly knowing how much I messed up. I didn’t even let her explain. I shouted at her for the mistake she didn’t even do in the first place. I made my way to our shared bedroom knowing that the first and foremost thing that I had to do right now was to apologize to her.

“Is she asleep already? Should I wake her up?” I pondered looking at her figure wrapped up in her blankets like a burrito.

Sniff…sniff…

Ok she isn’t asleep

Author’s POV

Jungkook nudged on her shoulders to let her know of his presence. But there goes our Oscar-worthy actress, pretending to be asleep.

“I know you’re not asleep.” Was all he said to get her up. “Koo…. I’m sorry. I know you worked really hard and I’m proud of it but I didn’t mean to delete it or anything.  You know what, I know a lil bit of hacking, I’ll hack into your computer then maybe we can retrieve your file huh? That would work right?” she started babbling. “Shush…” He engulfed her in his arms. “Hacking is to gain unauthorized access to a computer, and why would you hack if you know the password to my computer? Moreover, hacking can’t be used to retrieve files, pabo.”

“Ottoke, Jungkook-ah. I feel so horrible.”

“Yah! Stop with your crying, you know you look really ugly right now, right?” He said wiping off her tears. But that only brought more tears.

“Sannie told me everything. He was the one who played games right? I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I should’ve let you explain first. And before you say something, it’s ok, I’ll just pull an all-nighter and write the songs all over again.” He said to calm her down a bit. Writing all of the songs all over again wasn’t an easy task. But if it meant his y/n would stop crying, what more could he ask for.

“Why are you so calm, aren’t you supposed to be trusfrated? And what do you mean, you will write the songs all over again, are you a machine? She said getting frustrated herself. “Yah! What do you take me for? I’m The golden maknae, there’s nothing that’s impossible for me.” He said emphasizing the word “the”, earning a chuckle from her.

“C’mon, smile a little for me. do you even know how ugly you look right now? I swear this face is gonna haunt me for a week.” he said earning a hit to his chest. “By the way, did you check the recycle bin?” y/n asked lifting her head from his chest. “Oh shit.”

Heart Me?

HEART ME? SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, college au, non-idol au, f2l, s2l

Summary: Your life is pretty boring. Good at studies, a tiny, no wait, a big tiny crush on the campus sweetheart, but that’s normal right? Wait, till your ‘boring life’ get off the track!

Warning: swearing, insecurities.

Pt.1

Pt.2

Pt.3

This is one of my all-time favorites.

30 and jungkook please

Although you didn’t exactly know what was supposed to go on at a bachelor party, you were more than sure that receiving a call from the groomsman at a little past midnight for you, the bride, to go comfort your soon-to-be husband, was not a part of it.

Yet somehow here you were, feeling the loud music through your whole body as you entered the place his friends had rented for such event and followed Taehyung over to where Jeongguk was – a small pout forming in your lips at the miserable sight of your fiancé, who was sitting down by the bar with his elbows resting on top of it as his face was hidden in his hands and his body trembled with each breath he took.

“Hey” you spoke as softly as the music allowed you to, taking a seat next to him. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head in denial, and you were not sure he knew it was you the one speaking to him at all.

“Guk-ah” you grabbed one of his hands, holding it tightly in yours when his bloodshot eyes finally met yours. “Why are you crying?”

That sentence alone felt as if you had unleashed a river of tears, not believing he could cry any harder at this point.

However, he said nothing, instead clumsily reaching for the phone in his pocket and looking for something on it before he handed it to you. Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the conversation you had held only an hour ago; one in which he had flirted with you like he still did every day and you teasingly answered by saying you were getting married to someone in two days.

You were clueless. Absolutely clueless as to what was wrong with that particular conversation.

“I don’t understand…”

Jeongguk snorted, with zero signs of amusement in said action whatsoever. “You’re engaged” he stated, his voice breaking just like your heart at the sound of that. Not giving you the chance to speak, he slurred: “How can I not... cry when I j-just found out that the person I love is... getting married?”

“Yes, to you!” you immediately shouted over the music.

Well, that had seemed to stop his crying.

Although his eyes had been glossy before because of the tears in them, you could see now their shine was caused by a whole different feeling, and a pretty good one at that – the bright bunny smile taking over his face being all the confirmation you needed.

“You’re saying that... I proposed and you said yes?”

Your disapproving eyes instinctively went to lock with Tae’s a few meters away from you. Seriously, how many drinks had the guys given him?

“Mhm…” you confirmed, focusing your attention back on your fiancé.

He giggled. “And I’m the one you will marry in two days and will spend the rest of your life with?”

Now, although you were dying to let out a snarky remark as your reply, you didn’t find it in you after seeing the blissful expression in his face. That and the fact that he would probably start crying again if you said anything other than ‘yes’ to answer his question.

So, with a smile of your own, you opened your mouth to say: “Yes, Jeongguk. You’re the one I’m marrying and spending my life with”.

This time the giggle that escaped his lips was followed with a peck to your lips as his hands cupped your face.

“Are you okay now?” you wondered with a small laugh, cupping his face as well to gently wipe his tears away with your thumbs.

He replied with a smile and a nod of his head, receiving a sweet kiss from you on the tip of his red nose. “I’m glad I won’t have to fight anyone now”.

You threw your head back to let out a loud laugh. “You were literally crying your eyes out, you wouldn’t scare a fly if you wanted to, you softie”.

Jeongguk’s jaw fell down in pure offense, opening his mouth to defend his pride yet the alcohol and its effect on him not allowing him to come up with any remotely coherent clap back. Not like he cared anyway, for you had used the small gap in between his lips to place your own, kissing him softly and then smiling at the way his warm fingers grabbed your chin to intensify the kiss.

“Okay, I b–” you chuckled when his mouth pressed once again on yours, catching your words mid-sentence, “I better leave you and the guys alone now. The night’s still young”.

“Am I not supposed to leave with my wife?” he wondered, grabbing your hand as he watched you stand up from your seat.

You bit down on your lower lip to suppress a smile. “Not on your bachelor party” you stated the obvious. “And… yeah, not your wife yet”.

“Yet” he emphasized with a smug smile, earning a visible roll of eyes from you. “Call me when you get home safely, future Mrs. Jeon”.

You snorted at his sappy yet heartwarming ways, feeling him let go of your hand. “Hopefully you’ll remember who I am in a few more minutes”.

“Hey” he scolded you just with the pouty tone of his voice. “I may forget I’m the one you’re marrying but I would never forget about you altogether”.

Well, that was... oddly reassuring.

It's OK

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, a bit angsty, domestic au.

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: you decided to do the infamous 'ignoring my boyfriend prank' on Jungkook and it did not end well.

Warning: None

“I’m off to the bakery” he yells loud enough for me to hear, before closing the door behind him.

“Finally, he’s gone” you mumble to yourself while a wicked smirk was planted on your face. Today you were planning to do the so-called ‘ignoring my boyfriend prank’ on your ‘bunny in a human form’ boyfriend of 2 years. Well, you love doing pranks on him, especially when he gives those priceless reactions. Of course, he hates these pranks but didn’t say anything just because he loves you way too much. you had been working on your plan for the past 1 week. Your plan has to be, NO, should be perfect. Our golden maknae should not get suspicious or his Peter instincts, no I mean ‘Jungkook instincts’ would kick up.

You literally felt like the main character of some detective movie planning on how to fool the bad guy.

“ok guys, so the plan goes like this:

write notes to a random guy.

Ignore him no matter what.

Don’t speak a word.

Last but not least, let’s not fail.”

You announced your plan to your non-existent audience. “Our plan is perfect.” You could already imagine his face, eyebrows furrowed, pout on his lips, his doe puppy-like eyes on the max level which would lead you to melt but not today, today we fight. “fighting, Y/n.”

You were in the living room, sitting on the floor with sticky notes scattered all around you. You were writing notes to a guy which you didn’t know even existed, just to make your boyfie notice that you were ignoring him, since writing notes to each other is one of the romantic things that you do together.

After a good 20 mins, you heard the car being parked in the backyard. You quickly picked up your pen to begin your drama, when you heard the front door opening.

“Babe, you won’t believe it, they had your favorite choco vanilla pastry and limited-edition unicorn donuts, and these were the last ones. If your boyfriend hadn’t come to the rescue, somebody else would’ve taken them. Aren’t you proud of your boyfriend?” he said doing the superhero posture, his hands high up in the air showing you the box of donuts, wiggling his eyebrows, his bunny teeth on full display. You so badly wanted to go and hug him but you knew you had to resist.

He furrowed his eyebrows on seeing the unbothered look on your face. He kept the donuts on the kitchen counter and sat beside you to see what you were so engrossed in, that you couldn’t spare a single glance to your boyfriend.

“Dear Jinyoung…” he read the name that you wrote on the note. He noticed the slight smile that was plastered on your face while you were writing the note to a so-called Jinyoung guy. He could feel the jealousy running through his blood vessels.

“Babe, who’s this Jinyoung? And why are you writing notes for him, it’s our thing right?” he said complaining. Seeing you weren’t even paying attention to him, he became frustrated.

“Babe, why are you ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?”

‘That’s it, the prank is working. Wah, I should have opted for the acting career.’ You thought still not paying attention to him.

You soon became bored with the note thing. Putting the notes and the pen aside, you made your way to the kitchen to drink water. You could see him thunder storming his brain on what went wrong with the side of your eye.

Seeing you get up he soon followed you to the kitchen like a lost puppy.

“Honey, please talk to me. Tell me what I did wrong. We can talk it out right?” he spoke tugging on the hem of your dress. But poor him, you were not planning on ending your prank anytime soon.

He brought forward his hands about to hug you, but you slipped away before he could back hug you.

‘I’m sorry gukkie, I promise I’ll make it up to you later.’ You thought in your mind feeling pity.

“I’ll be upstairs if you need anything.” He uttered before dragging himself towards the stairs. You noticed him, his head hanging low. He looked like a kid whose mother just denied him a chocolate.

“He looked upset.”’

“Should I end the prank?”

“No, then all of my hard work will go to waste.”

“Don’t worry, mi amor. The night is still young.” You mumbled while settling yourself on the sofa. If it weren’t for this prank, you two would’ve been here cuddling each other to death while binge-watching.

Days like these where both of you had day-offs were so rare. With all of his busy schedule from dance practices to the world tours, he hardly could devote his time to you, so whenever he could he made sure you knew that he loved you, that you were the best thing that ever happened to him, that you complete him. True that he’s not good at expressing his feelings but you knew what he meant just by looking at his eyes. His eyes could never lie. His eyes held an entire galaxy inside of them, and you would never mind getting lost in them.

Waking up in each other’s arms, legs tangled in such a way that even Albert Einstein wouldn’t be able to find an equation to solve them, making breakfast or more like brunch together, all day doing nothing but just cuddled up in each other’s embrace while watching some romantic movies that were so cheesy that even the cheesiest pizza in the world would shy away, but who’s complaining, was like the daily routine on days like these.

Jungkook POV

What did I do wrong?

Is she being moody because of her periods? But the date is next week.

Did something happen at her workplace?

But who’s this Jinyoung guy? Some new charming dude at her workplace, that’s totally her type? No, no she wouldn’t fall for some lad just like that. She loves me and only, that’s what she said right?

Or did she fall out of love? Even just thinking about the possibilities, my heart ached. But I know her, her love for me wouldn’t die just like that. C’mon Jungkook, everything is fine. Even if Y/N falls out of love which I know wouldn’t happen, I would let her go, her happiness is the top priority. I can do that right? NO, NEVER. If she falls out of love, I’ll make her fall in love with me all over again.

Time skip

“If you guys have to keep working together, I want you to quit your job”

“Why should I quit?”

“Because it bothers me. I don’t like seeing you talking to him or even looking at him”

“Without your permission, I’m not allowed to work or meet friends? Then if I’m not okay with something , would you be able to give it up?”

“no, no guys, please don’t break up!” You were living up to the name of ‘couch potato’, sitting on the couch, munching on some chips and binge-watching.

“you’re my favorite couple and you can’t just break up.” You said, already swearing at the director who planned on such a heart-wrenching twist.

You felt a pair of arms finding its way through your waist and a weight on your shoulder. You were so engrossed in the drama that you didn’t even realise a human walking up to you and even sitting beside you. To all the kidnappers out there, please don’t kidnap me😥.

Jungkook had been surprisingly silent from the very moment he came and sat down. Is he sleeping? But he is so not the type who would sleep and not snore. He’s even known for the same among the members.

You felt something wet on your shoulders. Is he drooling? Woah, now he’s gonna get teased for at least a month.

Wait! He isn’t crying, right?

You looked down in order to have a look at his face to realize that this gentleman right here was bawling his eyes out.

“Omo! Jungkook-ah.” you panicked. You never in a hundred years thought he would end up crying.

“Are you gonna break up with me? Are you not in love with me anymore? are you gonna leave me? Please don’t. I can’t leave without you. I really love you.” Did he really think you fell out of love? YOU fell out of love with THE JEON JEONGGUK. Never in a million years.

“Hey, nooooo, look at me.” You cupped his face which was now in a shade of red due to sobbing. Now you felt guilty for doing the prank in the first place.

“Who said I was gonna leave you and on top of it, break up???”

“you’ve been ignoring me the whole day.” You sighed not finding the courage in yourself to lay down the truth, ‘I was pranking you because I thought it was fun’. It was a bad idea after all.

“I’m the one to blame. Ok, so I know that when I say the truth out loud, you’re probably not gonna talk to me for being this cruel. But I’m really sorry. I really am. I never expected you to cry. I guess at the end of the day, I am stupid just like you always said. So, the thing is……. *sigh*……. It was a prank.” There it is. The truth lying naked in front of him. you had your eyes shut the whole time still not being able to find braveness anywhere inside of you.

There was silence for damn 60 seconds. Believe me, 60 seconds are really looooooooooooooong.

“Does that mean you still love me?” isn’t his brain aware of the fact that he is supposed to be angry now?

You nodded your head slowly opening your eyes finding the situation not too scary.

“Does that mean you won’t break up?”

Nod

“Does that mean you won’t leave me?”

Nod

“Are you mad at me?” you enquired finding the bay way too clear.

“As long as you love me, it’s ok.” You could see the halo glowing on his head and a pair of wings unfold from his back. How can he be such a sweetheart?

“Jungkook-ahhhh.” Now you were the one crying. “Sorry, I feel soo bad. I swear I won’t do it again. I promise.” you could feel him wrapping his arms around you in order to comfort you.

“Hey, it's ok.”