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Chapter 1

In short, it had been a big fucking day to be Jeon Jungkook but he was used to being a loser after all.

The people who had grown up with him would discuss his opinion of himself, even the wall where his mother had all the trophies that he had won during his childhood would say "shut up idiot."

But think about this, what's the point of winning an important drawing contest at the age of twelve if you were bullied throughout high school for being a "weeb"? What was the point of winning taekwondo championships if the only time he had kicked his bully's ass he had ended up suspended? What was the point of creating one of the most famous mangas if he couldn't say it without feeling embarrassed? What was the point of being a master in art if he was always failing exams for not being able to study well? What was the point of winning an international tattoo contest at twenty, which was really important, if the girl he loved said he was just an "artist" when she introduced him to people?

Jungkook was a social loser, if that existed.

And he felt even more like a loser because he was crying alone in a bus station. I mean, who the hell does that? It was ridiculous and embarrassing but Jungkook couldn't stop crying and he definitely wanted to stop, he really wanted to. But his heart was coming out in the form of water through his eyes like a motherfucking fountain.

"Aish, such a loser," he sighed and ran his hand down his damp cheeks, trying to wipe the tears, after throwing away the last part of his cigarette.

He took a deep breath and pressed his lips, looking at a fixed point. He had to stop. Crying didn't solve anything. She still didn't love him. But the thought that she didn't love him and the last confirmation that, again, she didn't love him a few hours ago in the hospital, it made him want to cry more.

Dammit.

"Last Christmaaaaaas, I gav u ma haaaaarrrt..."

Jungkook got startled by that chant that sounded pretty macabre at that time of night and at a lonely bus stop in the middle of the center of Seoul. He was pretty used to going back home at this hour but never before he heard a person singing their heart out like that.

He looked where the voice came from and he found a girl who was staggering towards the stop, giggling, she was drunk and small bells rang with each step she took. But what caught Jungkook's attention were her clothes.

"Baaaat, de very nek day u geivv iit awaaaay, oh dammit..."

(a/n: I'm literally listening to last christmas (ariana grande version) while writing this and you don't have idea how much it fits. and yes I'm listening to last christmas in fucking july)

Yes, Christmas was only a week away, all the streets were decorated, Christmas trees were everywhere and Jungkook was so done with Christmas songs that he was mumbling All I Want For Christmas Is You all the time and even doing high notes like the fucking Mariah Carey when he was distracted at doing something. I mean, it wasn't annoying for himself but it was for the people living with him.

But still, he didn't understand why the hell that girl was wearing a red velvet dress with the edges of the neckline and skirt with white furr and a Christmas hat with a bell on the fluffy white tip, like a Santa girl.

"Whoooo," she stumbled over something, maybe with her own feet, but she grabbed hold of the bus stop wall and burst into laughter. "HAHAHAAHA," she even let out loud squeaky noises.

She hummed Last Christmas as if nothing was happening even though she could barely stand and hold the wall, with the other arm up to create balance, moving towards the seat.

"Woop wooop, aish what is the floor so uneven? Ugh, capitalism is unbelievable," she babbled nonsense, pressing her face to the cold bus stop wall.

Jungkook simply stared at her (not her face because it was hidden by the tip of her hat), blinking confused, because although he had dealt with his drunken hyungs, they had never been like her, much less caused him as much anxiety as she was causing him at that moment.