The only reason why I agreed to leave my dorm tonight was because Carrie had begged me to.

I mean, just earlier in the day my friends were all saying they were busy - which I completely understood since I, too, had shut them out before to study for exams, and just recently Carrie had gotten herself a boyfriend that I had yet to meet - and even Jungkook seemed too busy to even text me. I had guessed that they were probably rehearsing for their concert tomorrow night. Except, the other members had posted some photos of them going around LA.

I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't hurt that Jungkook was avoiding me. Well, all my friends were but I was more affected by Jungkook's absence.

Anyway, Carrie apparently wanted us to finally meet her boyfriend. I didn't know why she wanted this meeting to take place in some fancy restaurant but I didn't question her. Carrie was pretty laid back so it was most likely the boyfriend's way of impressing the best friends.

I sent a text to Carrie, letting her know I was here already. It was like they weren't even here.

I sent another text and got this reply:

caramella: ur not looking

I let out a huff, getting impatient. Couldn't they come to find me?

I scanned the room, hoping to find someone familiar.

And I did. Though it wasn't someone I was expecting.

My phone vibrated in my hand - probably a text from Carrie - but I ignored it. I was more focused on the person who was standing right in front of me.

I couldn't believe he was actually here. What is he even doing here anyway?

Jungkook was smiling and I could only guess that I looked amusing to him. Although, I don't know what would be amusing about a very very confused girl right now.

He was walking in my direction and I could feel my heart beating in my chest.

"Annyeong," he greeted as he stood in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, not really knowing what to do.

"Waiting for you," he replied with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes at his smartass reply. He held out his hand. "Let's go?"

I took his hand and let him lead me through the maze of tables to the far corner of the restaurant.

"So, how are you?" I asked, breaking the silence as we scanned through the menu.

"Good," he answered. "You?"

I nodded. "I'm good," I replied awkwardly before returning my attention to the menu.

"Are you... uh... will you be paying for this?" I finally managed to ask. I hadn't expected the prices to be so high.

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, so order whatever you want," he said. "I'll take care of it."

"So, you'd be alright if I got maybe everything on this menu?" I joked.

He rolled his eyes, unamused. "I'd be more worried about where it all goes when you're done."

I shot him a glare as he went back to look at the menu. The waiter came and asked for our orders and all I ordered was spaghetti and meatballs. I would've gotten something more expensive but I decided otherwise.

We talked for a while until our orders came, then we started talking again as we ate.

"You know, just this morning I re-watched your MV for Just One Day," I mentioned.

He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. "Why?"

I shrugged. "I was bored. Everyone was avoiding me," I complained. "I was starting to think no one liked me."

He chuckled nervously. "Mianhae. I didn't mean to make you feel like that," he said. "I just wanted this to be a surprise."

"It sure was," I muttered. "But why? Why is this dinner so special? It's like you're going to confess or something."

I felt my cheeks heat up as I said my words. Just the thought of Jungkook could bring butterflies to my stomach, so imagine if he actually liked me back. I didn't want to lose my cool, but my ultimate bias and crush was sitting right in front of me.

As I watched the music video this morning, I was sure I didn't like Jungkook just because I was a fan. No. I actually do like Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook, Maknae, not just Jungkook, BTS's golden maknae. I liked him, in a more than friends kind of way.

I looked up at Jungkook, who looked slightly uncomfortable.

Oh my, did I say something wrong?

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked. "You know, I was just kidding about the whole confession thing." I didn't want to get my hopes up either. We're friends and that's probably all I could be to him.

He mumbled something I couldn't comprehend so I asked him to speak up.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I am. Confessing, that is."

What?

"Niga joha," he said, "I like you. I don't know since when but I do." His lips curved up into a smile as he continued.

I was speechless. Here was the guy I liked, telling me that he liked me. I didn't want to believe that this was a dream.

I didn't think I was listening to him anymore. The beating of my heart seemed louder than his voice at the moment. Suddenly, he was just looking at me. I hadn't realized he had stopped talking.

"What?"

Jungkook looked like he couldn't decide whether to laugh or frown, but he settled on the former. "Mianhae," he muttered, "Babo, babo."

I would have been offended by his last words but I realized he was talking to himself.

"Jungkook."

He looked up at me and I realized how troubled he looked.

"It was in 2013 when I saw my first BTS mv. I thought Super Junior would forever remain my bias group but I was on YouTube and your music video was in the recommended videos," I said. He looked confused but I continued to speak. "I fell in love with BTS when I saw No More Dream. Since Day 1, you were my bias."

"BTS was my go-to music. I listened to your songs almost everyday, and I found it easier to tune out my parents when I hear your voices." He smiled when I said that, so I kept going. "For years, I was a huge fan, and I still am. But, something's changed."

His smile wavered and I almost felt bad for being dramatic and adding so much suspense, especially when he was convinced that there was a chance that I would reject him.

"You sent me that message on Kik, and we became friends. I didn't know it was you, and I should have been upset that you didn't trust me enough to tell me before." He tried to say something but I didn't let him speak. "But I wasn't upset. If you did tell me who you were, if I knew you were Bangtan's Jeon Jungkook, it might've affected how I was feeling at the time."

"You were still just Maknae, someone I had yet to meet, but I trusted you. I really, genuinely liked you. As in like like you," I said. "And I still do."

Now it was his turn to be speechless.

"You're not just an idol to me. You're that guy I could tell my problems to. The one I could joke around with. You're Maknae, and I like you." I said. "Niga joha, Jungkook."

a/n: I am so sorry for the crappy ending (yes... i said ending. as in this is the last chapter... surprise!) i was just really excited to finish this. i might go back and edit this, make the ending better or something. thank you so much for reading and voting! I really appreciate all you guys' support. :) I hope you guys will also support my other stories that I have posted and will post in the future.

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171012 update:

omg I can't believe people are still reading this. It's so cringy and *hides face in shame* haha but anyway, I love how people are commenting how they found BTS. I'm not sure if y'all are interested in my story but I'mma tell it anyway.

Okay, so I was already aware of kpop as a genre by that time. I wasn't a fan, but my schoolmates loved Exo and performed one of their songs once. I thought they were cool. One of my friends was a huge Exo-L. He made me watch some videos but I never really got into Exo or kpop in general. It wasn't until he showed me No More Dream (at the time, Danger was already out but not yet War of Hormone). I got the gist of theur message and decided to look up the lyrics. That was only the beginning of my denial of being a BTS fan. lol I embraced the idea of being a fan when War of Hormone came out. Now I'm Kpop trash, looking for more groups to listen to. haha