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Jimin looked stunned and smiled widely at his younger friend as he talked so fondly about you.

"Oh wow!" He exclaimed happily, "You really have grown up! Talking about a girl so seriously," Jimin cooed, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"I just said it's not like that," Jungkook groaned, holding his face in his hands in embarrassment. "This is why I didn't want to tell you."

"Did you get her number yet?" Jimin asked, ignoring Jungkook's bashfulness. 

"Her what? Why would I need that?"

"Wow. You are so clueless, good thing you have me as a friend," Jimin spoke in astonishment at his cluelessness, "A number is a staple of communication with a girl. You especially will want it, you know with the language barrier and all."

"Well... I guess you're right." Jungkook admitted with a slight blush, knowing texting you would be a lot better if he ever wanted to do anything with you or ask a question that had difficult words in it. He could talk to you with his good friend Google Translate all from the comforts of his home.

"You bet I'm right. Now, you better get that girl's number or I'll take it instead."

"Hyung!" Jungkook exclaimed, embarrassed even though he was the only one talking to him, "How would you even-"

"I'd fly down there if she's really as great as you say. Don't think I wouldn't. You better be careful Jungkookie, act quickly or I may steal her." Jimin winked while Jungkook groaned and rolled his eyes. 

After a bit of silence following Jimin's playful laughter, Jungkook became lost in thought.

"Hyung," He started talking again, more shyly this time, "How do you even ask for a girl's number?"

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You were writing a poem quietly in your room that evening, taking it easy and relaxing as one should do in the summer time. It was quite hot and stuffy so you decided to open your window a bit to let some air in.

Unfortunately, upon returning to your desk, a gust of air from the outside blew the piece of paper your poem had been written on into the air and out of your grasp.

You tried to catch it as it flew away, but you couldn't reach it in time and it slipped underneath your window.

Opening the glass panel wider, you looked out to see that the paper had been caught in one of the branches of the tree right outside. You huffed in irritation, but remembering how hard you had worked on writing it sighed. Taking a step onto the large thick piece of the wood that was sturdy enough for you to stand on, you wobbled a little but quickly caught your balance by grabbing onto one of the taller and smaller branches above you. You had loved the tree when you were younger and it was even more fascinating to you now that it had grown to the point where it reached your window.

Taking careful steps as to not trip and fall an entire story down to the ground, you inched forward on the trunk to retrieve the paper.

After successfully plucking it from the tree, you looked at it in satisfaction, almost turning back to your room but a sight stopping you from doing so.

The sunset was beautiful, the swirling colors catching your eye as they danced across your vision. It made you stop what you were doing and entranced you into simply sitting on the truck, your legs swinging freely in the air as you stared at the setting sun.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was extremely flabbergasted with Jimin's advice.

"What does this have to do with anything?" Jungkook complained as Jimin was giving him pointers on how to capture your attention, "I just want her number!"