Jeon Jungkook

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Note: Your character was born in an English speaking country. I do apologise if some of you weren't.

Italics - is when you or the characters are speaking in Korean

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(y/n) - your name

(y/s/n) - your sisters name (if you don't have one, you can make up name)

(h/l) - hair length

(h/c) - hair colour

(e/c) - eye colour

-- Jungkooks POV --

Panting lightly, I smile brightly at the fans as we sing our last song, confetti flying in the air. The fans scream and shout out, a smile big on their faces. I look over at the Hyungs to see them smiling brightly as well, waving at the fans. This is what we do, create music for the fans, to see them smile and knowing that they love our music. Namjoon Hyung greets out to the fans, as the concert finally comes to a close. Each of us replies to the screaming fans, giving a loving message. I look around the fans, stopping at one particular fan. The one who video called the girl who blushed and covered the camera. She seemed so shy. I chuckle lightly at that, remembering the features of the girl who was on the call. Looking down, I blush lightly remembering her (h/l) (h/c) hair that shone in the sunlight and her bright (e/c). Why am I thinking of her? How come she wasn't here?

I notice the fan calling on her phone, grinning brightly before turning her phone. The (h/c) haired girl was there again on a video call, smiling hugely. I try to look away, not wanting to get caught. The fan turns around, showing the arena as the (h/c) haired girl smiles again. Suddenly the phone gets taken from the (h/c) haired girl, and a child's face pops up on the fan's phone. I frown slightly, not knowing why. Is that (h/c) haired girl married? I can't hear them talking but many kids seem to pop up on the camera. The phone gets taken back and I notice the background. Is she in a dance studio? Is she a dancer? She probably teaches those kids. The fan turns the camera around to her and I sigh. I wanted to look at that (h/c) haired girl a little longer.

The Hyungs start to move backstage and I follow behind them, waving once more at the fans. We reach our dressing room and I slump down on the couch, tired. Everyone seems to talk with a lot of energy, the sounds deafening me. I fall asleep for some time but wake up from the loud chatting. I sigh as I grab a bottle and head out to get some fresh air. Opening the doors, I'm greeted with a cool breeze. I smile lightly as I walk out, drinking from the bottle and just watching the scenery. Suddenly I hear a familiar beat, notes drifting past me along with the wind. Is someone playing music? I follow the song and notice that it's one of our songs, Not Today. Curious, I turn the corner and stop short.

It's the girl. She hasn't noticed me yet. She was dancing to my routine of Not Today, getting the steps perfect and in sync. She smiles brightly, making no mistake and enjoying as the music flowed around her. The sunlight surrounds her like a halo, her hair flying in the breeze. I blush when I notice her attire. So she's an Army, but what is she doing here? I continue watching in awe as she finished. A breeze flows through her hair as she took her snapback off. It picks up in the wind and the next thing I know, I get hit with her snapback, on the face. The hat falls down and I see her looking at me, with those bright (e/c) eyes. I notice a blush on her cheeks as well, her eyes wide. She looks cute when she blushes. She shakes her head and comes up to me, picking up her snapback.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! Please forgive me." My heart thumps louder at our quick close proximity before she stands back and looks down. Her voice. Her voice is so sweet. I blink at her, wanting to hear her say something else. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me." my eyes widen more. She can speak Korean! She looks up again smiling lightly. Her smile is adorable. Shaking out of my trance I blush a little more before I speak out, rubbing my nape.

"It's ok." her blush darkens and I look at her. What's her name? And why isn't she reacting like the other fans I've met. They normally squeal in happiness but she's so quiet and cute. The silence surrounds us before I break it. "What is your name?" I cringe inward at my voice cracking when I try to speak English. I see her chuckle lightly.

"(y/n). It's ok. You don't need to speak English for me." (y/n). (y/n), such a beautiful name and she's so fluent! I look past her to see her speaker and I look back at her as she starts to pack.

"Are you a dancer?" (y/n) shakes her head.

"I do dance, but I'm a dance instructor, I teach kids." that explains the children that popped up on that fan's phone.

"Can you show me some moves." (y/n) stands up, slinging her pack over her shoulders. She rubs her nape and shakes her head.

"I can't come up with my own choreo, but I can learn someone else's under 2 hours." she, what!? Under 2 hours! Even I can't get a routine down that easily in 4 hours!

"Jinja!?" (y/n) blushes and looks away nodding. I chuckle lightly as I head to the wall and sit down. I pat the floor next to me and (y/n)'s eyes widen.

"A-are you sure?" I nod, smiling brightly. I don't know why, but I want to know more about (y/n). She grabs my snapback sits next to me, her bag on her lap as she passes me my hat.

"How old are you?" (y/n) seems to be really young.

"19." my eyes widen as I realise she's only a few years younger than me.

"May I ask when you became a fan?" I see her tap her chin, thinking.

"The year after you guys debuted." wow, she was supporting us for a very long time.

"Thanks for being by BTS and supporting us." I smile, seeing her grin.

"How can I not! Your music is amazing and your dance moves are bomb. I can really feel the emotion and effort put in your music, also pleasing your fans. That means a lot to us. Especially me." I look at (y/n) confused. What does she mean by that? Before I ask, she just shakes her hand. "Nothing important. Don't worry." she is really easy to talk to and so supportive.

"Who is your bias?" is it me? I'm hoping it's me. I watch as (y/n)'s cheeks redden and looks away

"You." I celebrate inward, trying to hide my huge grin. "But I like the whole group as well. You all are special and have your own unique talents." (y/n) is so considerate. "Its sweet, how you all look after each other like brothers, like a huge family. The bond you have with one another is important and also amazing." (y/n) grins. She really is sweet.

"Gamsahamnida!" I smile at her as she grins. Suddenly pain shoots up my arm, making me wince in pain. I must have pushed myself a little hard during dance practice. I remain passive but its like (y/n) has a built-in pain detector.

"Gwaenchana?" her eyes fill with worry and I nod.

"Ne. Gwaenchana." (y/n) frowns.

"You shouldn't push yourself so hard." she purses her lips in a thin line and I turn away.

"I'm not." I am.

"Jungkook." I sigh and face the floor.

"I just want to be perfect for my Hyungs." I look up to see (y/n) nod.

"I understand." I frown and look at her. "I may not be an idol, but I can imagine how hard it is, for you and your Hyungs, even all the idols out there. The pressure for meeting the standards for everyone, being perfect in front of the camera, not really having the freedom without being pestered by the paparazzi. It's like you put up a mask all the time, not letting anyone know that you're cracking or that you're not ok. You don't get to be you, you act like someone else, being the puppet under someone's control. And the endless work there seems to be. Not getting enough sleep, not eating enough, getting ill. You all should take it easy and not work so hard." I look at (y/n) in shock. She blushes as her eyes widen. "I'm so sorry. I just rambled."

"It's ok." I shake my head. "You're right about that. The pressure of meeting people's standards especially." it feels so comfortable around (y/n), like I can just spill and talk to her about anything and everything. It's not awkward and she gets me, even though she's not an idol. I feel like I can trust her, with anything. So I do.

I watch as the sun sets, the bright hues surrounding the area. I turn my head to see (y/n) with her eyes closed and smiling. She really looks beautiful under the sun, her rosy full lips, long lashes, and that smile. I never noticed that time flew so fast. (y/n) opens her eyes and turns to me, blushing again. I just wanna pinch her cheeks. And kiss her. My eyes widen at that last thought. Nope, nope, nope, nope.

"JUNGKOOK!" I jump up, getting on my feet as I see an angry Namjoon Hyung walk towards us. I look to (y/n) to see the fear in her eyes and I move in front of her. "What are you doing out here!? You missed the whole fan meeting! The manager isn't happy!" Namjoon Hyung then looks behind me and notices (y/n). He softens a little and I get shocked. She really has a trusting face and is really adorable if she was able to soothe Namjoon Hyung. She steps forward and bows.

"I'm so sorry for keeping Jungkook like this. I really am." (y/n) shakes a little and I notice Namjoon Hyung widen his eyes as (y/n) understood him. He rubbed his forehead before smiling lightly at her.

"It's ok. I just hope you both weren't seen together." my eyes widen and I turn to (y/n). She frowns and looks around the area as if looking out for people. Namjoon Hyung then narrows his eyes at (y/n) before smiling brightly.

"Are you (y/n)?" (y/n) nods, confused.

"Your little sister has been looking for you. She's worried sick." (y/n) widens her eyes and runs off, leaving me alone with Namjoon Hyung. I sigh, looking down. I feel Namjoon Hyung's hand on my shoulder and I look up at him to see him grinning smugly.

"So."

"So?"

"How was your little date?" my cheeks darken red and Namjoon Hyung chuckles. "I'm joking, but I can't wait to tell the others." no! Now they won't ever drop this, they are going to tease me forever! We start to head off back into the arena, Namjoon throwing questions at me.

"Her name is (y/n), she's 19 and she's a dance instructor. She teaches kids and she can learn a whole routine under 2 hours!" Namjoon looks at me with wide eyes at that last statement, not believing me.

"Jinja!?" I nod. We enter the arena to see (y/n) and little sister hugging. The Hyungs all come out and (y/n) and (y/s/n) split, (y/n) arms around her shoulders.

"I'm (y/s/n) and this is my older sister (y/n)." my eyes widen when I realise that (y/s/n) speaks fluent Korean. The rest of the Hyungs also widens their eyes before smiling and greeting them both. Namjoon Hyung walks up to (y/n) while (y/s/n) talks to us for a while.

"So you are a dance instructor?" Namjoon Hyung exclaims, the others hearing this.

"Jinja!?" they all exclaim.

"Ne, she teaches children." the Hyungs look at me and I know I screwed up.

"How do you know this!?" they all exclaim and I blush, rubbing my nape.

"So you were with her the whole time while you missed the fan meeting." Taehyung grins. (y/s/n)'s eyes widen and punches (y/n)'s arm.

"Ow! What was that for!?" (y/n) exclaims, rubbing her arm

"You let many fans down cause you were talking to Jungkook." (y/n) punches (y/s/n) and she winces in pain.

"Don't punch me. I didn't know that the time flew that fast." I chuckle lightly, seeing how adorable (y/n) is when she puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. The Hyungs all grin when they notice me looking at (y/n).

"Omo! Jungkook likes (y/n)!" Jimin shouts as (y/s/n) and (y/n) glance at me.

"That's not true!" I look away embarrassed and so does (y/n). Both me and (y/n) get bombarded with questions.

"Geumanhaeyo!" (y/n) shouts and everyone stops. "We just talked. Nothing else. Now we shouldn't let this backstage ticket get wasted now should we?" She glances at me and I nod at the Hyungs.

I walk along with (y/n) as (y/s/n) skips in glee in front of us. My hand brushes (y/n)'s and I blush brightly. I turn towards (y/n) and see her cheeks red as well. As (y/s/n) gets in the car, I turn to (y/n), smiling brightly.

"Thank you for today." (y/n) smiles and I blush darker seeing her smile. I shake my head, gathering my confidence and grabbing her hands in mine.

"Ani. Thank you for today. I felt so relaxed after so long when I talked with you." (y/n) blushes darker, glancing at our joined hands than up at me, her lips parted in shock. I grab my phone and take it out, making a new contact before passing it to (y/n). "I really want to continue talking with you. If that's ok with you." (y/n) smiles brightly and I swoon again, her eyes bright with happiness.

"I would love that." She nods and enters her number before passing my phone and her phone to me. I enter my number in her phone and I hand it back to her. With my phone in hand, I grab (y/n) by the waist, holding her close to me and taking a picture. I turn to (y/n) to see her whole face red. I chuckle lightly letting (y/n) go and opening her door for her. She gets in and looks up at me smiling sadly. Knowing that I have to go back to Seoul, we won't be able to see each other again. "When will we see each other again?" I bend down to her level grabbing her hand in mine again.

"Just call and I'll come running." I chuckle as (y/n) laughs with me. I lean up to her face, my heart hammering in my chest. (y/n)'s face reddens as I lean closer, glancing at her lips then into her (e/c) eyes. I smile at her, twirling a piece of her hair before putting behind her ear.

"J-Jungkook." (y/n) whispers softly, her sweet voice making my heart beat faster. With all the confidence I could muster, I lean forward and press my lips to the corner of her mouth. (y/n) gasps and I swear I can hear her heart beating as fast as mine. She looks at me with wide eyes as I caress her cheeks in my hand. I kiss her nose and then her forehead, lingering longer on her forehead. I lean back seeing tears pool at the corners of (y/n)'s eyes. She smiles brightly at me, her cheeks still red.

"I will come find you. I won't forget you." I smile brightly at (y/n) as she nods. I start to close the car door and step back as it revs to life. (y/n) rolls the window down and looks back at me.

"I will wait for you Jungkook." (y/n) smiles at me one last time as the Hyungs join me and saying goodbye. I watch as the car drives off with the one person I felt like myself with, besides the Hyungs. Someone who I could lend my heart to. Someone who actually understood me. I smile sadly as the car disappears from sight, that warm feeling in my heart growing more and more as I keep (y/n) in my mind. One day we'll meet again (y/n), and I promise that I won't leave you.