Narrator POV

It was now a month since Haru broke Jimin's heart. Jimin was doing well on the outside. Partying more, bringing home girls, living his best life as a guy in his twenties. That's what other's would think, but a genuine smile hadn't crossed Jimin's lips in so long.

He lost his girl.

He had to pretend everything was fine, cause what wouldn't his fans think?

He also lost his younger brother.

Or at least if felt like he did... The silver haired man missed his younger brother's and his relationship before her. Jimin and Jungkook had been teasing each other every time they got since Haru left. It started becoming ridiculous.

"Army, I'm so excited to see you next time! I love you all, remember that." Jungkook showed his bunny smile to the camera, sweat dripping off his face as they just finished the last song of their live performance.

Jimin sat down on the couch arm next to Jungkook ruffling his hair a little too roughly, "I love you to Army~"

Jungkook pushed his arm away, still a smile displayed on his face. The two couldn't be unprofessional on camera.

"In fact, I love you even more than Jungkook does. Way more. Even more than he ever will." His crescent eyes disappeared at his smile.

"Am I right Kookie?" He sent Jungkook a mocking smile.

"No, that's impossible." The younger man turned his face to the camera again with an even bigger smile, "Jimin doesn't have that much love left for you... He could never love you the way that I do."

Jimin looked at the camera too with a big smile and spoke with gritted teeth, "Still talking about Army?"

"Of course I am."

The tension was peaking, both of their smiles big, but forced.

"I don't think so Jungkookie." The older man ruffled the younger's hair again.

"I don't care about what you think."

Jimin's arms was roughly pushed away this time, and the camera man turned off the camera.

"She's mine." Jungkook said and turned to Jimin, "I'm sorry it had to turn out this way Jimin, but the world is not always gonna be on your side."

The younger got up and left the room, but this was only one of their many moments that soon made the two distant to each other.

It was also now a month since Haru had talked with the boys. They didn't contact her and she respected that they probably hated her now.

The poor girl had tried contacting her mother but it went straight to voice mail and as she went to visit her at the hospital, she was already out. The doctor had said her mom was doing fine for now.
When the soon 20 year old stopped by her childhood home, nobody opened the door. She had left a note on the front door, impossible to not notice, but nobody ever contacted her.

Jungkook had been there for her all along. He kept her company, comforting her in his own weird way and made sure to put a smile on the beautiful girl's face who he would've liked to call his.

Today, Haru was at work, once again her mind wandering as she watched people pass by the small shop.

Wishing that it was her holding her mother's hand, her laughing with her friends, she wasn't aware of the bell indicating a costumer entering.

"Can I help you?" The shop owner politely asked the young man entering.

Haru was still new at the job and wasn't trusted to be in the store alone yet.

"No thank you, I'm just looking." He smiled and went to the cash register where the young girl stood day dreaming about a less troublesome life.

"I need some purple asters." He spoke.

Haru POV

I shook my head and noticed the person in front of me. I smiled at the sight of the boy I had so regrettably fallen for.

It would ruin our friendship if I told him about my feelings...

"Purple asters please?" Jungkook said with a smile, waking me up from my staring.

I nodded and turned around to find some. As I bound the beautiful flowers in a bouquet, my smile faded and motions slowed.

Who is he buying flowers for?

Is there another girl?

I was convinced Jungkook didn't like me back, although I couldn't help but have hope that he would someday.

But now he was here buying flowers. And those flowers most definitely weren't for me. My assumption turned out to be right, which made my heart drop right at the moment.

"Haru?" He again woke me from my thoughts.

I loosened my grip on the bouquet, which I had unconsciously tightened.

I put up smile, doing my best to make it seem genuine and turned around, "Sorry. Do you need a card with it?"

He nodded and pointed at the card with a heart on it. My stomach wrenched.

He really is buying flowers for another girl...

"Is it for someone special?" I asked in a low voice, to break the awkward silence that had built up as he received the cash.

"Very special." He said.

Why haven't you told me about her?

Was what a normal friend would ask, but I didn't want to know.

A wide smile spread across his lips, his cheeks slightly flushing.

Wow... he must really like her

I felt my heart aching as I handed him the cash, "Have fun." I spoke, fighting the tears prickling behind my eyes.

"I will." He smiled and turned around and left the shop.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding when his appearance disappeared down the street.

"Is that your boyfriend, I've seen him in here before haven't I? He's handsome." The sweet owner said with a smirk, walking up to me, who was so desperately trying not to cry.

Luckily, the elderly shop owner didn't recognize the boy as a famous Kpop idol.

"He's just a good friend, nothing more." I said and turned around, removing the now empty bucket where my favorite flowers were before they were bought for another.

I entered my apartment crying, throwing off my shoes and throwing myself on my bed.

He really did like someone. And that someone wasn't me. All of this for nothing.

I guess I deserve it

A knock on the door made me stop sobbing for a second. I stayed quiet, hoping whoever was on the other side would leave.

But another knock sounded, followed by a deep voice, "Haru It's Jungkook, can I come in?"

My sob got caught in my throat, making me cough.

"Just a minute." I yelled, running to the toilet to check my face.

He did not need to know how much it had broken my heart to know he liked someone else.

"Shit." I cussed as I saw myself in the mirror.

I washed my face, quickly applying some powder, hoping it would hide most of the redness.

"What advice am I even going to give him?" I whispered through gritted teeth.

There was no way I could handle giving him advice about that 'special girl'. I was convinced that was the reason he stopped by. The thought alone made me vomit mentally.

One last pathetic attempt at not embarrassing myself I spoke, "Jungkook, I can't talk right now, come-"

"It'll be quick." His voice was clear, in spit of the door and walls between us.

I let out a sigh before letting him in.

I went to sit on my bed, looking down at my hands in my lap not wanting to face him.

"Haru." Jungkook's voice was sweet and gentle. It made me lift my gaze.

"Here." He said and brought out his hands from behind his back. In them was the bouquet full of purple asters.

I looked at him with a perked brow, internally cursing at him for rubbing it in my face. I was so sure he would never like me.

Jungkook noticed my reaction, "They're for you."

"They're for me?" I spoke, not convinced.

"They are, who else would they be for?" He said, a smile spreading across his lips.

"That special girl of yours." I looked away, again fighting the tears.

"Haru," He squatted down so he was able to see my face, "look at me."

The soft tone in his voice made me obey.

"You are that special girl."

He brought the flowers to my hands, forcing me to take them.

"Remember what your grandmother said?" He spoke, but I didn't realize the meaning behind his words.

I blinked, a tear escaping my eyes but I quickly wiped it away.

"B-but it's only my birthday next week Jungkook."

I still did not think he would ever like me.

Jungkook let out a chuckle, poking his left cheek with his tongue.

"I know Haru. You seriously can't take a hint, can you?"

My mind was running laps, trying to figure what hint I didn't get.

He let out a chuckle and then cupped my cheek with his one hand, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Girlfriend?
If I want to be his girlfriend?
Me?
His?
Girlfriend?

"What?" I asked, taken aback. I needed to confirm that I heard that right.

Jungkook didn't like me. The flowers were not for me.

"You're so stupid, but it's cute." He let out another chuckle, "Do you want to be my girlfriend Haru?"

His voice was gentle, his thumb swiping across my cheek making my heart flutter.

"Really?" I asked, my voice rising sweetly at the end.

"Really." He assured, his soft eyes sparkling.

It felt like my grandmother was watching over me.

I closed my eyes, not fighting the tears anymore, but now they were of relief.

"Oh, you don't have to if-"

"No Jungkook, I would love to be your girlfriend." I opened my eyes again, looking at my boyfriend.

My real boyfriend. Not just in my dreams anymore.

Jungkook picked me up in happy ecstasy and spun around with me in his arms. I squealed surprised and tightly held on to his shoulders.

He stopped spinning and slowly lowered me a bit, so I was on a slightly higher level than him. He looked at me in awe with sparking eyes.

"I'm not the only dumb one." I managed to say, even though my heart was pounding like crazy.

He then lowered me down the rest, making me stand on my own feet.

"What do you mean?" He said, still a smile plastered on his face.

"You really thought I didn't want to be your girlfriend? Jungkook that's all I've ever wanted."

He pulled me into him by my waist, pressing his lips against mine in a passionate kiss.

Our lips moved in sync, almost like they were perfect for each other. His hands tightly wrapped around my waist, keeping me close to his body. Now that he had me, he didn't want to ever let go again. And I didn't either.

I ran my hands through the curly hair on the back of his head while he enveloped my lip, gently biting it before pulling away.

"You're adorable." He whispered, cupping my face in his hands to place a sweet kiss on my lips, then on my forehead.

The intimacy between us that was totally new made my ears turn red and as his hands were keeping me tightly pressed against his own body, I had no other escape than to bury my face in his chest. He chuckled, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"Don't say those cheesy things. It's making me uncomfortable." I mumbled into his chest, well knowing I lied and actually loved it.

"I have wanted to tell you that for such a long time now. Now that you're finally mine, I'll never miss the chance to."

I buried my face deeper in his chest, not knowing what else to do.

My heart was beating dangerously fast and a feeling spreading through my whole body made me feel lightheaded.

"Look at me baby." He said, loosening his grip slightly so I could pull a bit away. I slowly dared to show my face again, his voice and the nickname having a weakening impact on me and making it impossible for me not to obey.

"You're mine?" I thought, not quite sure if this was really real. However, I thought out loud and I immediately flushed once again.

He chuckled, followed by a victorious smile, "And you're mine."

We stood there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence and enjoying the feeling of not having to hide our true feelings for any longer, when suddenly a smirk appeared on his face and he spoke, "The dreams you've had about me, remember them?"

"I've never had any dreams about you, I don't know what you're talking about." I looked away, embarrassed.

"You did and-"

"I did not." I cut him off, my stubbornness standing its ground.

"Sure, you didn't," He laughed, grabbing my chin to make our eyes lock.

"I also had those dreams."

Narrator POV

The movie playing on the TV was boring to Jimin, but he didn't care as long as it made his brothers happy. He scanned the couch, smiling at his favorite people still being with him.

But the spot in the middle where his youngest brother always sat was empty. Whenever the successful Kpop group had some time off in their schedules, the youngest immediately went to her.

After almost three months Jimin was finally starting to move on. He realized that Haru was right. They were never meant to be.

He and Jungkook had started talking again, but he missed the close bond they had before her. Despite him moving on... his heart deep inside still ached thinking about her.

And it wasn't easy not to, as he was reminded of her every time Jungkook left the house. He was her new boyfriend. He was now the one making her laugh, the one comforting her when she needed it, the one kissing her when she wanted it and the one loving her.

Something he once had, but all seemed to be a lie.

His brothers had helped him looking on the bright side of things. He lost Haru, but he still had his family... and countless of girls waiting in line for him.

Everything was gonna be fine.

I'm fine

The End.

au.n.
ew how I really cringed writing that girlfriend-boyfriend part lmaooo, but I hope you like it<33

Also I'm sorry about the weird explanation of her parents gone and stuff, I just wasn't creative enough to find a good reason...

This was the end of 'the dreams series'

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Decalcomania : JJK AU
Decalcomania; the art of transferring and mirroring from one surface to another.
An art technique rarely used on paper, but often found within people.
But what happens when you don't recognize the mirrored version of the original piece anymore?
The mirrored version of yourself.
Would it still be art, or just misery.

Go give it a try!

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