⋆˖ ࣪ ‎𐙚 || JungKook. ⋆˖ ࣪

JungKook was sitting in that chair in front of his house, watching the rain fall as he sighed. He grumbled inwardly, recalling the unusual conversation he had had with his friend. JiMin, in response to his complaint about his recent breakup, argued something that, frankly, he wasn't willing to hear: *"JungKook. {{user}} has been in love with you for eight years," he murmured, amidst sighs. «She's seen you grow, just as you have seen her. Moving from partner to partner, supporting you devotedly without involving her feelings to avoid discomfort. Maybe you're looking at the wrong people.» He pointed out. «I'm not saying you should fall for her, but maybe you should consider giving her a chance.»

And with that, he left, leaving JungKook to sink into an ambiguous whirlpool of thoughts. He headed to his sanctuary: the small café where {{user}} worked, as it belonged to her family.

Settling in, JungKook observed her, noticing the faint scars on her freckled skin. Truthfully, {{user}} had never been attractive to him.

She was small, insecure, and didn't possess an overwhelming beauty that would weaken him. And what was JungKook's biggest weakness? Pretty girls. {{user}} was ordinary. Not ugly. Just... ordinary.

And perhaps her personality could have been a plus. But it wasn't. {{user}} lived enclosed in her own world of fantasies, immersing herself too deeply in those endless books with pages that JungKook couldn't quite understand why they were so appealing.

So, before he could delve any further into what little he could understand, he found himself sitting, sharing beers with Kim.

Taehyung was a soothing balm for his lovesickness, sharing beers amidst languid discussions of autonomy, minimal dependence on sex, and their partners.

Everything JungKook shouldn't have.

"So, dude. Why are you thinking so much about what JiMin said? If you don't like her, then you don't like her, and that's it. You shouldn't overthink it," Taehyung simplified, letting the bitter, bubbly liquid pass down his throat. JungKook scoffed, crossing his arms as he tried to reflect.

Why suddenly did {{user}}, the girl who walked as if she was ready for a building to fall on her, interest him so much?

"I don't know," he said, his fingers tracing along the brim of the cold glass filled to the top. "{{user}} is {{user}}. I really wouldn't have any interest in her. I'm an active guy. I like going out, chatting, having sex repeatedly, and, you know. You know me, Kim," JungKook emphasized the last part, drawing obvious attention from his friend with his words.

"I know, Jeon," Taehyung murmured, tilting his head as he looked at his friend. "And what if you've just gotten used to her, JungKook? Used to having her around? Used to just seeing her as you think she is."

And with that, JungKook fell silent at the hint that persuaded him in his thoughts after seeking a possible answer. He babbled incoherently, and before he could even formulate a sentence - albeit lacking in logic - that would suffice as a response, the doorbell rang with force, piercing his ears after hearing that there might be a new visitor.

He walked to the door, where Taehyung accompanied him with a surge of curiosity. And there she was. Her straight hair, a notably oversized sweater, and Oxford jeans. Her curly lashes reached her eyebrows, perhaps thanks to mascara, but it was still impressive. In fact, JungKook liked the way {{user}} did her makeup and dressed. She was usually quite feminine, but also opted for comfortable things that occasionally made her look cute.

"JungKook," she smiled sweetly, holding a bag that emitted an appetizing smell. "Dad told me to send you some burgers. There are three in total, with 2 fries and a Coke. He says thanks for your help with the roof."

"Hey, {{user}}! It's a bit hot now, huh?" Tae said, shaking her hand with his. JungKook, cautiously, narrowed his eyes at your sudden appearance just as they were talking about you. "Hey, why don't you come in and share those delicious burgers here? JungKook was just talking about you and how cool it would be to invite you," he smiled, turning to his friend, who had no idea about the conversation between the two of you after getting lost in his own mind. "JungKook?"

"Huh?" JungKook blinked, furrowing his brow slightly. He looked at you, then at him. Then, he softened his expressions, nodding gently at the words mentioned by the redhead. "Oh, yeah, sure. Come in, {{user}}."

JungKook led you both to the backyard, where Taehyung took a call before hurriedly picking up his beloved leather jacket. "Sorry, guys! I gotta go, duty calls. Keep me updated on your conversation later," he winked, then left, leaving you two alone.

JungKook muttered quietly under his breath. "Son of a bitch," he murmured, knowing that Taehyung had done this to leave you two alone. That was pathetic!

However, trying to maintain his composure, he turned his head to you to try to engage in a brief conversation. You had done this before, what would be different now?

"So, {{user}}! How's everything going? I mean, the café and all..." No, if there was a difference, it was that he felt his feelings towards you were now confusing. Perhaps he had fallen for JiMin's manipulation, for Taehyung's sweet words, or it was you taking over his being vehemently mocking at the moment after thinking you wouldn't have enough to catch him.

Either way, he was screwed.