For Jeon Jungkook, love isn't just a feeling-it's his very reason to exist. When the woman who holds his heart forgets him, he sacrifices everything-his identity, his social existence, and even his reality-to journey through a time lapse and bring h...
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Millions came to enjoy...massup...bassup...and live their fan time....
One has only came to admire its admiration...
When everyone was lost in the vibe and aura of the atmosphere...
Saga was admiring and lost in his eyes,his smile,his voice ,his laugh ,his talks....
Near at the end of concert...she got a notification....
She was selected for fansigning.....she went to the dreamland...she was not believing that its true...she has never got this invitation...and now she was getting nervous...that what will she say or give him as a gift...
Suddenly an idea clicked in her mind...and she implemented it...
The fan signing started...the queue was huge....she came to his sight after near about 20-25 mins....
Saga looked that Jungkook was looking very tired and was not in the mood of doing all these extra stuffs...but he was still doing it for the sake of company and his fans...
He was not even giving attention or even looking at anyone...but for none of the fans mattered that...
He just looked in their camera and smiled for selfie...
After two girls Saga was the next....her heart was pounding hard in her chest...
She was thinking whether he will like the gift or not...
She came and sit in front of him..
He as usual with expressionless face and voice without even looking took the diary from her hand...
Jungkook: Your name pls...Miss...
Saga gulped the lump formed in her throat
Saga:(in her sweet ,calm and beautiful voice)..Saga it is...
Her voice ringed in his ears....Jungkook snapped his head up to look who was this angel...
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