GIRLS WHO SEE TALENT!

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Drunk. Namjoon had another excuse to drown his thoughts in alcohol. Yoongi and Hoseok had gone back to their dorm, trying to forget about the talent show, but Namjoon could not forget. He had went out again, on one of his many late-night adventures. Only this time, he had his principal to accompany him. Miss Park had straddled him, hands on either side of his flushed face. "What's got you drinking so much?"

Over the loud throbbing of his brain, "Life." Namjoon groaned.

"Joon... Maybe therapy is the best option for you?" She explained over Namjoon's loud sighs. "You're clearly still struggling with your sister's pass-"

He took another sip of his whiskey before holding it against her lips to shut her up. "F'you wanna fuck me, you gotta drink with me."

"You know I don't drink." She told him, before indulging in his neck. Her warm lips had no effect on the dimpled boy. He threw his head back and continued sipping on the last couple drops of his whiskey.

"Because you're fuckin' boring." Namjoon mumbled. "You even miss me?"

Miss Park dug her teeth into the skin below his ear, then licked the wound from top to bottom. "I did, Joon. I missed you a lot."

"You did?" His mind was hazy, vision blurry, Namjoon dropped the glass on the floor and held her by the waist before lowering her on the leather couch beneath him.

Between sloppy kisses all over her mouth, "Mhm." She mumbled.

"You gonna make me forget about it all?" He whispered softly against her lips. Once she promised, Namjoon did everything he wanted to do. Though he wished he could do it all to someone else instead. He had another name in his mind, a name that didn't answer any of his calls.

Him, deep inside of her, they panted. Upon the leather couch, they moaned. Amidst the breathful whines and pleads— a knock was heard on the door.

They gasped in sync, startled, and jumped up right away. "You waiting on somebody?" Namjoon whispered.

Miss Park shook her head as she wiped the cum of her thighs with a napkin, and pulled her skirt down. Just then, another knock was heard.

"Mom?"

The -familiar- voice called from the other side.

Namjoon's eyes widened with panic. Miss Park helped him up and pushed him under her office desk, while shushing him.

Once hid, "Jimin!" she opened the door.

Before her stood her blonde haired, clueless son.

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Time passed without them knowing. Jungkook had placed his card in the check presenter, and Lola had caught a glimpse of the bill. Her eyes widened immediately, her mouth ajar.

Jungkook chuckled. "What? You think I'm some broke ass kid?"

"Not broke." Lola argued, "Just not rich, either."

"I woulda took you somewhere lowkey if I didn't got the money." He winked.

The waiter came back with his card and led them to the door where the valet waited by his Mercedes.

A chill night breeze blew past them, and Lola shivered. "Mane." Jungkook clicked his tongue as he opened the door for her. Once he got into the driver's seat he turned to her apologetically, "I wish I brought a coat or sum so I could throw it around yo' shoulders, like in those movies."

That made Lola laugh. She giggled into her palms and tilted her head to the side. She was shy, suddenly. "You need to stop watching shitty romance movies."

An extension to their much splendid dinner conversation earlier, in which Lola learned about Jungkook's habit of watching at least one romantic comedy every month to understand women in relationships, and to make sure 'cute lil' gingers' like Lola have a marvelous time with him.

Those were his words entirely.

"How else am I gon' learn to be a gentlemen?" The engine had been started, but neither of them wanted to go back to their dorms.

Lola was aware of it. Jungkook was a man, but his logic made her realize fully. Maybe romantic comedies weren't the greatest source to learn about women in relationships, but to Jungkook it seemed like the epitome of girlhood. In his eyes, Lola could read it all. Jungkook thought it was every girl's dream to live a love so quirky like in the movies. She could not help but chuckle under her breath.

On their way to the main road, "We can do what we want." Jungkook had suggested after the two decided they wanted to spend more time outside.

"What about the Brooklyn bridge?" She chimed. "It looks beautiful at this time!"

And thus, Jungkook had took the road to the Brooklyn bridge. On the way there, he had managed to make Lola snort laugh about a million times. Not to her surprise, he was a funny guy.

There was another thing, something so little, yet strong enough to suck the air out of the car. Or so Lola felt. Every time Jungkook grabbed the stick shift, his hand would accidentally brush along Lola's bare thigh, which looked irresistible under the slit of her dress.

She was unsure why she didn't stop him. Usually, she'd have slapped him a long time ago, but each time he'd touch her just a little longer, and Lola would grow more eager for the next one. Her heart beated at the same pace of the turn signal, as they took the turn to reach the very beginning of the bridge.

He opened her door and held out his hand for her to hold. The two strutted peacefully to the bridge, "Look!" Lola pointed at the sky above. Her eyes filled with sparks, while Jungkook's were filled with the light reflecting off the stars. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"It is." He grinned, eyes locked on her.

Lola pulled the pearl headband off her head and slid it on her arm, before freeing her red curls in the night wind. Her locks danced gracefully, and Jungkook got a whiff of the intoxicating scent.

"Come on!" She pulled him by his arm until they were a quarter way on the bridge. "We need to walk the whole thing! That's the magic of it!"

Jungkook chortled. Swiftly, he threw an arm over her shoulder, and Lola let him. "Aight, but don't cry when yo' feet hurt in them heels. I ain't carrying you back!"

Squinting cockily at him, "Never doubt the ability of a woman in heels." She winked and threw his arm off her shoulder before running joyfully into the distance.

Behind her followed him.

Their giggles and shouts filled the night air with bliss. The shivers on their skin had disappeared within void. It was only the moon, its stars, Lola, and Jungkook. Jungkook and Lola.

Half of the bridge was left behind their many joyful steps. Their hands were like magnets, they kept colliding. Whether softly, or like a car crash. Lola's shoulder brushed into Jungkook's bicep, and Jungkook's hand sneaked around Lola's waist.

"Jungkook, do you have a talent?" She questioned, suddenly. Their steps came to a halt, and she looked at the city lights shining brightly across the ocean. "Like a real one."

He leaned back on the railings and reached into his pocket to draw out a pack of cigarettes. "What's a real talent?"

"Like singing, or dancing. None of that Kardashians hidden talent bullshit." She stole the lit cigarette out of his fingers and brought it to sit between her puckered lips.

Jungkook had been captivated by her. She did not do the things he was used to. She did not shut up when others usually did, and she did not ask questions others usually did. "Both."

"Hm?" Her brows raised in amusement.

He snickered and plucked the cigarette from between her lips, the tips of his fingers slightly brushing against the delicate skin. "I can do both."

As he took a puff, Lola furrowed her brows. "Sing and dance?"

"Mhm."

The possibilities were endless. Lola took a step back and gestured at him. "Sing."

"I ain't no fuckin' circus freak." Jungkook chortled and blew out the cigarette smoke. "You can't just command me to do things."

Binding her arms across her chest, "Well then, I'll think you're lying." Lola uttered sassily. She raised her brows when he scorned. "I guess you're talentless..."

He stared at her. Cigarette tucked between his smirking lips. He grabbed the butt and threw it on the floor before stepping on it. By doing so, Jungkook had closed the gap between himself and her. Eyes locked on one another's, breaths colliding, and hearts beating at similar paces.

"Hamkke utgo, hamkke ulgo.
I dansunhan gamjeongdeuri
naegen jeonbuyeossna bwa."

Lola had been captivated by him. His voice, his fingers tangling through her cold ones, his eyes piercing right through hers.

His silhouette enlightened by the light of a thousand fireflies flickering in the distance. Jungkook smiled between vocal inflictions and foreign words.

He pulled her in by the waist. Delicately, and lovingly, as he showered her with notes underneath a million golden stars. He serenaded her, the moon as their witness, and the chirp of fireflies as their very own orchestra.

"Eonjejjeumilkka
dasi geudael majuhandamyeon,
nuneul bogo malhallaeyo
bogo sipeosseoyo."

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A lot more drunk. "Emma!" Namjoon shouted, hands cupping his mouth for a weak echo to spread around the street. "Your boy's here!"

The dorm room window had been opened by a blue-eyed blondie. "Joon?!" She rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here?!"

"I came for you, girl!" His arms spread out wide, he looked up and his dimples showed under the streetlights. "I missed you!"

A plethora of windows were opened to his voice. Giggles and whispers from other girls filming him from their rooms.

"Are you drunk?!" Emma shouted back. She put her hair in a quick bun and leaned over the window sill to hear his mumbles better.

Namjoon's head throbbed agonizingly. He shook the feeling off, shrugging his shoulders before looking back up only to fall dizzy. He tripped over his own feet, and chuckled at his own state. "Look, I'm fallin' for you!"

His last words were exactly those, before his ass hit the concrete. Namjoon spread out his arms and legs, making snow angels, without snow. He must have lost his mind. At least that's what it looked like to the girls. Scorning, "Don't move!" Emma yelled before disappearing back into her dorm.

Only minutes later, she was seen jogging through the college doors. "Joon!"

"Emma." Holding his belly as he laughed loudly, Namjoon pulled her to the ground next to him. "Emma baby. I'm sorry baby."

She flinched at his harsh movements, and smacked his shoulder. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Missin' you."

Emma could not help but get lost in his dimples. They were impossible not to fall within. Like black holes, sucking you right in, though unlike his dimples, Namjoon was nothing like a black hole.

Quite the opposite, he pushed people away. Emma was used to being shoved and rejected. This side of him was not so recognizable.

There was a scent wafting off of him. She did not know how exactly, but she had smelled it before. An overwhelming perfume, notes of lavender and orange peels.

It was not the first time Namjoon smelled of another woman, thought it was a new scent.

"C'mon." She pushed herself up off the floor. "Get up."

His cackles filled the air.

"Joon, I said get up!" Her attempts at dragging him by the arm were to no avail. With one swift move, Namjoon pulled her back to the ground. "Jesus fucking Christ Joon!"

Once his cackles came to an end, "I'm sorry, Emma." Namjoon sighed. "I'm sorry I cheated on you."

"Again." She emphasized.

"We wrote another song." He reached into his pocket to fish for his phone.

Emma rolled her eyes and gave up. Legs spread out, tangled with his longer ones. "I don't wanna listen to your stupid song."

The cold from the concrete seeped into their spines, sending multiple shivers down their backs.

Hitting play, "It ain't done yet, but it's called Autumn Leaves."

Immediately, Emma thought back to the first week of their relationship. Back when she thought it was real love. Before she found out it was fake love.

Despite her earlier protests, Emma laid still next to him. They closed their eyes. At the entrance of their college building, on the ground, without a single care in the world around them. They laid still.

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Speechless. Lola did not utter a single word. Their hands gradually loosened their grip, and the two became halves again. Jungkook smiled down at her, that pompous expression plastered back on his face. "You still think I'm lying?"

She shook her head. "Jungkook that was..."

"Sexy? Hot? Talent?" He cocked a brow, and leaned back against the railings. Each arm thrown over, a casual stance while Lola had just come back to her senses.

She wanted to slap him for ruining a perfect moment by opening his fuckboy mouth, but for one reason or the other, she could not.

It was as if her body held back. He did not deserve a slap. "That was beautiful. I- your voice is... Wow."

"Shi you got me blushin' a lil', not gon' lie." He snickered joyfully. There it was again. That bunny smile. His piercing glistened by his pearly whites.

She wanted to know everything. "What is that song? I mean like- what's the name? Who sings it?"

And various questions alike. They popped up in her head as a chain reaction. One question led to another, and another, until her hands were gripping his wrists in amusement.

"It's mine." Jungkook stated simply. The shrug of his shoulders were laced with arrogance. "I sing it."

There was nothing Lola found more attractive in the world. Her eyes widened behind her large frames, they had a terrible glare on them, but all she could see was him and his stupid teeth.

"You wrote it?"

"Sure did." He had her wrapped around his finger. "Bogosiposseoyo~ wrote it a couple days ago. Watchu think?"

Lola pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and sighed unbelievably. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "It's amazing... What does that mean? Bogo- bogoshipo?"

His nose scrunched as he laughed over her pronounciation. Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips against the shell of her ear. "Bogo-sipo-sseoyo" He whispered. "Repeat it."

"Bogo-sipo-sseoyo." She shivered under his touch. It felt pathetic, but terrific at the same time. After gulping; "What does it mean?" Lola asked.

Slow, but sure, he caressed her cheek. The cold air cut sharply between them, yet it was not enough to break the bond they had created. "It means I been missin' you." He whispered before locking his lips with hers.

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