Jeon Jungkook

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(Y/n) - your name

(d/h/l) - different hair length (not your real one)

(d/n) - different name (not your real one)

(h/c) - actual hair colour (real hair colour)

(F/c) - favourite colour

(B/f/n) - best friends name

(B/f/f/b) - best friends favourite band

"(D/n)! Wake up!"

"No."

"We are late for school!"

"WHAT!?" You shot out of bed, your body filled with sudden energy as you ran around trying to get ready as quick as possible. You jumped around with one leg in your trouser, a hand holding your toothbrush. You managed to fit through your pants, stuffing your feet into your converse as well as finish brushing your teeth. You quickly threw on a shirt and sprayed a ridiculous amount of deodorant on yourself after packing your bag for the day. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your highlighted (d/h/l) (f/c) hair a mess and your (f/c) contacts. Your brushed your hair, realising that your original (h/c) hair was peaking through. "I need to re highlight." Not caring about makeup, you grabbed your keys and ran out of the house and into the car waiting for you after locking the front door.

"Buckle up." You quickly put your seatbelt on and hung on for dear life.

"(B/f/n), I swear to god. HURRY UP AND FLOOR IT!" Your friend grinned at you and pushed the pedal down hard as the car zoomed off down the New York streets. You pressed on a button for the roof to come down and raise your arms to the sky.

"IM GOING TO HAVE TO DRIVE A RED LIGHT!" (B/f/n) shouts over the wind.

"WHO THE FUCK CARES! ITS YOUR CAR!" (B/f/n) drives the red light, barely missing a loading truck that was filled with cars. They drove you all the way to the university campus, drifting into someone else's parking spot, leaving skid marks on the road. You bring down your arms as you face (b/f/n) with a huge grin.

"Broooooo." You both let out, your hearts hammering across your chest.

"As much as that was fun. We gotta go." You jumped over the car door after (b/f/n) presses the same button to bring the roof back up. They get out and lock the door. With your bag on, you shift your shirt, realising you wore a skin-tight one. "(B/f/n), why didn't you stop me! I look like a fucking skimp!" You thought you had grabbed a baggy shirt to wear so you decided to wear skinny jeans.

"You look fucking amazing girl. So no. I didn't say shit cause you're rocking that." (B/f/n) whistles and you glare at them.

"Thanks for that compliment, but you know how uncomfortable I get in these clothes."

"Why do you still have them then?"

"YOU SHRUNK MY CLOTHES YESTERDAY YOU DUMBASS!" You shout, walking away from (b/f/n), sighing out loud. You plugged in your headphones and walked to your locker, putting your stuff away and keeping hold of the things you do need. You ignored the stares of the people around you and took your phone out. You shrug as there were no notifications and pocket your phone just as you felt arms around your shoulder.

"Let's go (d/n). We are going to be late."

"You working today?" (B/f/n) asks as you leave your last class of the day.

"Yeah. Company called. Sounded pretty urgent too. I'm doing a photo shoot for a band I guess." You shrug until (b/f/n) grabbed you by the shoulders outside the building doors.

"If it's (b/f/f/b). I will murder you." You laugh and shake off their hands.

"If it's them, I'll get you autographs."

"You know me so well."

"Yep. Since I promise you autographs. Drop me to work lackey." You steal (b/f/n) keys and unlock the door to the car, jumping in.

"Ugh! It's a 20 min drive from here!" You pop your head out the window.

"So. Get in." You swing the keys on your finger and catch them in your palm. "But I gotta get my stuff from the apartment first." You hear another loud groan and laugh.

"Have a great day at school honey." You cringe from the extremely high voice of (b/f/n), getting out of the car with your equipment.

"Don't do drugs." Your fix your hoodie and jeans, raising a brow at (b/f/n). They laugh before fake snorting.

"I'll come pick you up if I'm not fucking high."

"I'm counting on it. Remember the autographs. That should keep you out of trouble." You laugh and wave (b/f/n) goodbye before entering the building. You wave to your fellow employees before heading to the elevator. As the youngest achieving photographer, you had earned the biggest studio in the company. It took one whole floor and it was the very top floor. Getting out, you already saw your boss with a group of men, their backs turned to you as they sat on the couches.

"Ahhh. Here she is. Out best photographer." You ignore your boss and set up your equipment by the stage. After you were done, you faced him.

"How's it going boss."

"Come here (d/n). This is your client. BTS." It wouldn't seem that you were surprised from your calm composer, but you sure as hell couldn't stop your heart from hammering against your chest. You had the urge to hide your face in your hoodie and bolt out of the building. Memories flashed before your eyes as you saw the group face to face, letting out a breath, burying the memories down.

"Hello. The names (d/n)." Your boss furrows his brows at you, seeing how formal you were being. BTS stood up and bowed at the same time.

"Hello. We are BTS." They said in unison. Namjoon, as you recognised stood forward.

"We appreciate you taking your time out today for us." You glanced at each member, seeing their young faces in them. The ones you remember seeing so long ago.

"You all grew up so much from the last time I saw you." You mumble sadly. You clear your throat, making sure no one heard you. "It's cool. Just came back from uni. I have time." You wave your hand dismissively as BTS look at you shocked.

"(D/n) here is our youngest and most talented photographer here at our company. Hope she treats you well." Your boss ruffles your hair and you give him a thumbs up. You turn back to the boys, gulping.

"Let's get to work boys." You lock eyes with Jungkook and it takes all of your will to not cry and run to his arms. He stares at you wide-eyed and you glance away, walking to your equipment. "Ok. Who's first?"

You had finished quite early and were now serving BTS some refreshments. You were working on the photos on your computer before sending them to the head editor. You put your laptop away and looked up to see BTS staring at you.

"What's with the stares guys?" You raise a brow and some look away, some still staring at you.

"You seem pretty young." Namjoon says.

"How old are you?" Jimin says next.

"You seem very calm." Taehyung questions. Yoongi was asleep on the couch and Hoseok was walking around your office while Jungkook was touching your equipment while Jin was in your kitchen eating some of the foreign food.

"Last year of uni." You say, heading to a walk-in closet near the stage. You grab a pillow and a few blankets, coming back to the group. You carefully put Yoongis head up and lay it back down on the pillow softly, draping the blanket on him, sighing and carefully turning his head so he could breathe. You remember that he always had trouble sleeping at night, surprised that he still had trouble even now. You gave the blankets to Namjoon, confusing him while the rest of the group looks at you in awe as you walked to Jungkook. "And I'm 22." You started packing the equipment and Jungkook got the message to stop messing around with your stuff. Jungkook went back to sit with his band along with Hoseok. You went to grab a projector and a disk. Standing the projector in front of the large screen on the wall, you pressed a button for the windows to be closed and the lights turned off. The movie started playing and you went to the kitchen to grab some food along with Jin, heading back to give the band bowls of popcorn. Jungkook continued to stare at you as if trying to remember who you were. The others just smiled at you, getting comfy.

"Do you do this a lot?" Hoseok asks and you nod.

"I do finish earlier than I'm supposed to so I let my clients sit and relax. I use this time to sleep or do work. Don't tell my boss though." You grin at the members and they all promise to keep this a secret.

The movie had ended and it was time for BTS to head back. You softly shook Yoongi awake but it was hard to. "If you don't wake up, I will steal all your pillows." Yoongi shot up like a dart and you stifled your laugh as the band looked at you suspiciously. You opened the door to let BTS exit from your office. They all stared at you, especially Jungkook.

"You know us don't you." Jin asked.

"Of course I do. You're BTS! The most internationally famous Korean band that took America by storm." You grin at them, your heart hammering. Jungkook took a step towards you and you bump into the door.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Do you know us?" Yoongi mumbles at you, eyeing you.

"Well damn. Didn't think I would be treated this way." You push on the bridge of your nose, realising your glasses weren't there. An old habit of yours when you got irritated or pissed off. Jungkook took noticed of this and stared into your eyes but you looked away. You stuff your hands in your hoodie pocket and step away from the group. "I really don't know what you mean." You pull your hoodie over your head, covering your face from the band. Your hair falls out slightly as you stood with your side to them. Jungkook gasps, remembering the first time he saw you years ago. With your headphones on and your head covered by your hoodie. Standing outside with a pissed off look and your glasses resting on your nose as you held onto your luggage tightly. It looked like you.

"(Y/n)?" Jungkook mumbles and you flinch, turning away from him, turning your back to the band. "Is it you-"

"-I'm terribly sorry. But I must leave now and so do you." The elevator opened and you know that your boss came to guide BTS out of the building.

"(D/n) let's go." Your boss urges you to come and you follow him down to the lobby with the band. You could feel the stares of several eyes piercing the back of your head. You walked out with your boss and greeted the manager of BTS.

"I hope the boys didn't cause you any trouble." You shook your head.

"They were amazing. Thank you." BTS stood by their manager and bowed. Before you could walk away, you felt an arm grab you.

"(Y/n), I've been looking-"

"I'm sorry Jeon Jungkook. But my name is (d/n). I believe you have mistaken me for someone else." You could see the pain in his eyes and you shook his arm away. You stood your ground, holding back tears.

"Please-"

"Jungkook. We have to go."

"(Y/n)." Jungkook hesitantly lets you go turning to walk away. Before he left the building, he turns around and hugs you. You gasp as he burrowed his face into your neck, your hoodie falling. Your arms twitched, needing to hold Jungkook's head to your shoulder, like how a mother would to their child. It was a special hug that you shared with Jungkook years ago. When either of you felt the need to. But you didn't hug him back. You held back and clenched your fists. Jungkook hugged you tighter, trying to get a reaction from you but you continue to hold back. You closed your eyes, tears falling as you looked away from everyone. You missed this hug. You missed him. You missed them. But you couldn't let your past come back to haunt you. Not today and not ever.

"Jungkook!" The manager yelled in surprise and the band came to try and get Jungkook to let you go. They got Jungkook off you and you pulled your hoodie up, hiding your face as you stuffed your hands in the pockets once more. "I'm terribly sorry for his behaviour. I-" you raised a hand and the manager stopped.

"It's alright. There was no harm in a hug." You spoke up, voice low and dull. The manager nods and the band walks away with Jungkook. You shift your eyes at him and you see him staring at you with tears down his face. Jungkook wails to be back in your arms, knowing it was you as his face disappears. You wiped away your tears and briskly walked away to gather your stuff and head back home. Your heart was heavy and it was hard to breathe. You didn't realise the tears falling again as your lips quivered. You didn't realise your feelings would come back rushing all at once.

"(D/n)?" You ignored your boss and shook your head. He knew you were going home and let you.

Reaching your apartment door, you dropped your equipment next to it and closing the door behind you. You sluggishly reached your bedroom, and dropped face first on the bed. You couldn't help the tears that softly fell as you curled up into a ball.

"(D/n)? Are you ok?" You hid under the blankets and cried harder as you felt (b/f/n) rubbing your back. "What made you cry dear?" (B/f/n) asked as you sniffles. "Hey. I'll go make some dinner and I'll leave it on the diner for you if you're hungry ok. I won't push you. Just tell me when you want to ok. I hope everything is ok." (B/f/n) hugged you through your covers and left the room, shutting the door close behind them. You don't know how long you stayed curled up under the covers, but the warmth lulled you to sleep.