A bad boy with a miserable reputation.
A good girl with a haunting past.
Yet they are more similar than they think.
So, what happens when a bad boy and a broken girl come colliding?
↳ disclaimer: i wrote this around the age of 12-13 , so it's a li...
It dripped down my neck as I tried to slurp some back into my mouth. Jungkook looked so heavenly that I drooled.
[a/n: it wasn't what you thought you perverts]
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We stood there, staring at each other for a few moments before any one of us spoke. "Y-you look," We both said at the same time. Both of us broke out into a fit of laughter before Jungkook continued.
"You look absolutely stunning." He said, his hands in his pockets. I looked down, blushing.
"You don't look too bad yourself." I smiled softly, still blushing. No matter how long we've been together for, I would blush to anything he'd say. We weren't in a rush. We've definitely had some bumps in these five, six year relationship—but it only made us stronger.
"I'm glad you look comfortable too, easy to take off." He winked. I gasped, covering my mouth as I shook my head in disbelief. "I'll buy you hundreds of more dresses if you at least let me rip off this one." He eyed me, smirking.
"Let's make it to dinner first, though." I cleared my throat, still at disbelief of what he said. It wasn't like I haven't heard of that from him before—I hear it everyday. I just don't expect it so it chokes me up.
"As you wish, princess." His smile showed his bunny teeth, his cheeks wide. I slid my arm into his, not even realizing how special today would be.
Jungkook's hand rested on my thigh. "I miss them." I sighed. We were all updated on each other's paths, but we never really meet up anymore. Just group chats and phone calls to one another. Taehyung and I talk on the phone a lot—he talks about his relationship with Jimin and he comes to me first whenever he needs help. Phone calls and group chats aren't enough, though. I miss them.
"As do I." He blew out a breath, keeping his focus on the road.
"Do you think they'll come back? Or, do you think we'll be able to regroup?" I fidgeted with my fingers.
"We have a long life ahead of us, princess. We will eventually all meet again. Whether we're celebrities or not." He squeezes my thigh softly in reassurance.
"I love you, Jungkook. I don't say it enough, but I really really love you." It was moments like these when I realize how much I love him. The days where I'm feeling down, or the days when I miss Bangtan like no other—he's always there no matter how busy he is.
"And I love you, princess."
"Why is this restaurant empty?" I asked, as I tightened my grip on his hand. It came to my senses of what he did. I slapped his shoulder as he groaned. "Jungkook, did you rent out this entire place for our date?"
