Lets begin with a prayer for BTS to win 2021 Grammys.🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

(Plus!) Can we talk about how good Jungkook drummer is??😍

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Present

Jungkook's pov

We drove back in silence. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that the proposal idea was mine, fearing it might hurt her or complicate things with Taehyung. I was her dream boy in that sense. He had put in so much effort to make her happy, and I didn't want to disrupt that. Let this memory remain buried deep within my heart, a secret I would carry forever.

I surrendered to the turmoil within me. I couldn't stop myself from falling for her. Yes, I love her. But I knew she would never love me back. Her words had crushed my last shred of hope. Still, I resolved to stay by her side, even if only as her best friend. I would never confess my feelings to her; I respected their relationship, I respected Taehyung.

Wow, Jungkook, I thought to myself, your love story went straight from the prologue to the epilogue. Congratulations on falling for someone who despises love itself.

As we entered the room, she went to change while I slumped onto the couch. Pulling out my phone, I mindlessly scrolled through Instagram. A particular quote caught my eye, resonating with the tumultuous emotions swirling within me.

"For you I can pretend to be happy when I was sad.

For you I can pretend to be fine when I was hurting.

I thought love only needed to be perfect, and all my flaws would be hidden.

I've sowed a seed and dreamt of a flower that couldn't bloom."

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TIME SKIP 

As I hung up the call with a client, I headed towards the kitchen where I found Y/n cooking.

"Hey, what's on the menu?" I asked, curious about the delicious aroma filling the room.

"Ramen and chicken popcorn," she replied, focused on her cooking.

"Do you need any help?" I offered, eager to lend a hand.

"Ummm, could you please wash the chicken and dip them in the batter?" she requested.

"Okay," I agreed, heading over to the sink to fetch some water. One question had been troubling me since morning, and I finally gathered the courage to ask her. "Have you and Tae done it?" I inquired casually, trying to sound nonchalant.

"What have we done?" she asked, looking genuinely confused.

"Tsk, that thing... which couples do," I clarified, hoping she would understand without me having to spell it out.

"Which thing?" she pressed, still puzzled.

"God! This girl! I mean, have you two had sex?" I blurted out, my impatience getting the better of me.

"What?!" Her cooking came to an abrupt halt, and she stood there, eyes wide, mouth agape, staring at me in disbelief.

"It's nothing to get surprised about; it's normal for adults," I reassured her, trying to ease the tension.

"I mean, no! We didn't do it!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

I kind of expected this; Y/n was innocent, unlike Taehyung, who was a bit more worldly. "Boring," I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Pervert! Dirty-minded!" she shot back, her playful scolding accompanied by a pout. I couldn't help but laugh at her adorable response as she turned her attention back to the oven. "What about you? Did you do it? You mentioned having a girlfriend," she asked, curiosity lacing her voice.

I smirked, enjoying her curiosity. "Now who's being the pervert, huh?"

"Just tell already!" she insisted, her impatience evident in her tone.

"No, it was back in high school. We were too young then," I explained, hoping to satisfy her curiosity without delving into too much detail. She nodded, seemingly understanding.

As we finished dinner, I prepared to head to my room when Y/n called out to me. "Jungkook! Wanna have some wine?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Ummm, no problem with that, I guess," I replied, a smile playing at the corners of my lips. It seemed like the perfect way to unwind after a long day.

y/n's pov

Feeling overwhelmed by the day's stress, I longed to clear my mind of unnecessary thoughts. So, I suggested to Jungkook that we have some wine together. The rooftop seemed like the perfect spot for drinks, offering a serene escape from the hustle and bustle of the city below.

As we ascended to the rooftop, the cool night air greeted us, providing a refreshing respite from the warmth of the indoors. We settled onto a comfortable mattress, positioned to soak in the breathtaking view of the cityscape below. The twinkling lights of the urban landscape danced before us, casting a mesmerizing glow against the backdrop of the dark sky.

Opening the bottle of wine, I poured us each a glass, the rich aroma filling the air with a sense of relaxation. Taking a sip, I felt the tension in my shoulders begin to melt away, replaced by a soothing warmth that spread through my body. It was as if each sip carried with it a gentle embrace, offering solace and comfort in the quietude of the night.

As we sat there, lost in our own thoughts, the tranquil ambiance of the rooftop provided the perfect sanctuary to unwind and reflect. The night stretched before us, offering a moment of peace amidst the chaos of everyday life. And in that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of city lights, I found a sense of serenity that eased the burdens of the day.

"ONE SHOT!" we cheered in unison, clinking our glasses together before swiftly gulping down the wine.

"Don't drink too much," Jungkook cautioned, his voice laced with concern.

"Yah! I can handle myself. You should be more concerned about yourself instead!" I retorted, feeling a surge of defensiveness.

"As you know, I don't get drunk easily, unlike you who made a mess last time we drank!" he teased, flashing me a toothy grin.

I shot him a glare, but he only responded with a mischievous smile. His eyes crinkled into crescent shapes, a sight that never failed to melt my heart.

[I know he is cute! Stop fangirling my boy.😤😤]

"Ouch! Your gaze is killing me; it's so sharp!" he whined dramatically, clutching his chest in mock pain.

"Thank goodness I went for the surgery, or else my glasses might have saved you!" I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes at his melodramatic antics.

"You looked better in them..." he trailed off, his tone sincere.

I nodded in agreement, a pang of nostalgia washing over me. While I did miss the familiar comfort of my glasses, there was a reason behind my decision to undergo eye surgery.

FLASHBACK

It was my second year at university, and I was making my way to class after lunch. Taehyung and the others were still in the café, but as I passed through the corridor, I noticed a commotion. Some junior boys were engaged in a heated argument, their voices escalating into shouts. Sensing trouble, I decided to veer off to the side to avoid them.

Suddenly, amidst their scuffle, one of the boys was pushed towards me with considerable force. I stumbled backward, colliding with the window sill. The impact caused my head to hit the hard surface, and I crumpled to the ground, my glasses shattering upon impact. Everything around me turned green and blurry, disorienting me for a moment.

A protective arm encircled me, and I heard my boyfriend's voice filled with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked anxiously. I managed to nod weakly as my vision gradually began to normalize. Taehyung gently lifted my chin, his eyes widening in horror as he noticed the blood trickling down my forehead.

"YOU'RE NOT OKAY! You're bleeding!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with worry.

I instinctively covered my face with my hands, feeling a rush of panic. Taehyung's horror only intensified when he saw my broken spectacles. "Show me your eyes! Now!" he demanded urgently.

Trembling, I removed my hand, revealing my unharmed eyes. His relief was palpable as he hugged me tightly. "I was so scared!" he whispered, his arms enveloping me in a protective embrace.

"I am fine. I can see everything," I reassured him, my voice shaky but determined.

He helped me to my feet, but before we could address the situation further, Jungkook and Jin had already taken control of the situation, confronting the miscreants.

As others arrived, concern etched on their faces, they rushed to my side. Lisa and Jisoo expressed their worry about my bleeding forehead, while Jungkook advised me to be more careful in the future.

But Taehyung's anger was palpable as he addressed me sternly, his voice filled with frustration and concern. "You're going to have surgery and remove those glasses. It's too risky for you, and you can't even take care of yourself! What were you thinking?! Couldn't you just wait for us to come? What keeps you always in a hurry?!" he scolded, his words laced with worry.

Feeling ashamed, I looked down, murmuring an apology as tears welled in my eyes. But Jungkook intervened, reminding us to prioritize my immediate medical attention.

With the support of the girls, I made my way to the medical unit, reflecting on the events that had transpired and the need for me to be more cautious in the future.

PRESENT

The next day, I underwent surgery to correct my vision, and ever since then, I've been without glasses.

"But it was dangerous," Jungkook remarked, concern evident in his voice.

I smiled and poured us both some more wine. "Jungkook, tell me your craziest fantasy!"

"Uh, let me think..." he pondered for a moment. "I want to swim in a pool of banana milk."

I couldn't help but laugh at his quirky imagination. "Well, at least it's better than mine."

"What kind of fantasy do you have?" he asked, curiosity lighting up his features.

"I want to marry Iron Man and be a part of the Avengers. I'll be Magnet Girl! Lol," I replied with a grin, knowing how absurd it sounded.

"Ahhh, jinjayo! (Really) You're crazy!" Jungkook chuckled, joining in my amusement.

"You too!" I teased back, feeling the effects of the wine beginning to take hold. As the chilly night air settled around us, Jungkook suggested we head back inside to escape the cold.

"Sure, you go ahead. I'll join you in a minute," I replied, watching him leave with a hint of reluctance. It was understandable, considering my past reckless behavior, like the time I attempted to jump off the terrace.

Once alone, I made my way to the railing and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath of the refreshing night air. When I reopened them, I gazed up at the stars, their brilliance captivating me. But then, as if triggered by the darkness of the night, a wave of dark memories flooded my mind.

"I'm sorry..."

There he lay, on the green meadow five floors below, a sense of peace enveloping him. Slowly, the dark red liquid spread around his head, staining the grass in a chilling reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded.

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