80 worlds apart. | j. jungkook {completed}

10.) jelsie and house of cards

i was at my piano with namjoon and nothing was happening.
we just sat there.
"uGH JOON."
i threw my hands up, frustrated.
we just didn't have connection with this song. we barely wrote anything down and we had to work on this together.
"im going upstairs to take a break. you should join me."
he smiled at me, extending his hand to pull me up.
"no thanks, im gonna try this again."
he trudged upstairs, leaving me all alone with a thud of a door.
i began to sing in korean, playing the piano. i became some-what fluent and it was sort of scary.
"tto witaerowo tto wiheomhae
so bad
(why)
urin, yeah."
that's all i have.
one. line.
"ugggghhh."
i laid my elbows on the piano and threw my head into my hands.
"jagiyaaa." i heard jungkook open the basement door, calling for me.
"down here."
he opened the door and he changed from a smile to a worried look.
"jagiya! what's wrong? are you alright? do you need anything?"
he swarmed me with questions, running over to the piano bench and putting a hand on my back.
"no im okay. i can't write anything. i have major writers block. ugggh."
i furrowed my eyebrows and groaned. he looked at me with worried eyes.
"ill help."
i looked up at him. i didn't think jungkook wrote, or knew how to play piano for that matter.
"you play?"
he giggled, shaking his head.
"no, no. but i feel like i could help in some way."
i smiled, scooting over.
i began to play what i had. he suggested some ideas. and we began to write.
all these ideas just flowed into my head. i sang, he sang.
together, we sang.
"no way"
"no way."
"no way"
"sseureojyeo."
i turned my head to face him. his face was inches from mine.
"i-."
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her voice was so angelic. i moved closer to her. she turner her head towards me.
"i-"
she kissed me.
our lips were one.
what is happening?
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i kissed him.
i had to! i had to know if these feelings were real.
are they?
we just moved our lips together.
his lips were soft. he tasted of my buttercream flavored chapstick.
that asshole stole it.
r00d.
it was like a dream come true.
i was kissing the guy that i had feelings for, but all of it came flooding in.
what would happen after this?
would this affect our friendship?
does he feel the same?
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does she feel the way i do?
what if she doesn't?
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i pulled away. he stared at my lips.
"thank you for helping me." i whispered, smiling.
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"i know you stole my chapstick by the way, you bastard." she giggled. walking upstairs. leaving me breathless.