Dragging my converse sneakers against the concrete floors of the Jamsil Sports Complex Stadium, I was surprised when I glanced up to an empty hall ahead of me. In my cranky state, I had managed to get myself lost in the complex. Glancing down a side hall, off the main that encircled the stadium, I spotted a familiar face glancing around anxiously. Turning without thought, I abandoned any thoughts of searching for the group, in search of the fairy who had now ducked down another hall.
I started running, without realizing, in a desperate attempt to catch up to her. Turning the corner, I spotted her 500 feet ahead, making her way quickly in the opposite direction. Her name had left my mouth before I realized I was calling out to her.
She spun to face me and blushed before rushing over as I went to correct myself.
I was shocked as one of her hands quickly covered my mouth and the other gently grabbed my sleeve.
“Shhhhhhhh.” She whispered to me and I felt my heart jump into my throat. Her cherry lips were moist with lip gloss, that had clearly just been applied, and she leaned closer, glancing around me.
“I’m hiding from my brother.”
I nodded into her hand and then pulled away gently before whispering “Why are you hiding?”
She sighed and then pulled me into the nearest room, closing the door behind us and locking it. I glanced at the small storage closet and then back at Kaia, whose dress was a bit too short for my own comfort.
“Six interviews… six…” She muttered and twisted a blond curl around her finger.
“You don’t want to do the interviews?”
I watched her shake her head, curls tumbling around her bare neck, and I felt my jeans tighten. Her little pink dress clung to all her curves and I glanced towards the ceiling in frustration.
The situation was my own personal hell.
It would be an understatement to say that she had been the object of my affection for many years. I had, on more than one occasion, found myself in a… sticky… situation because of her performances and she had even caused me a couple wet dreams, which had resulted in relentless teasing from the boys.
Her calling my name had my full attention, and I mean that in every sense of the word.
“You know my name?”
She laughed and the sound elicited a response like nothing ever had.
“BTS’s Golden Maknae, Jeon Jungkook, A.K.A Kookie.”
Realizing she would have had to have lived under a rock not to know my name, I laughed awkwardly. “Right, that’s me.”
She laughed again and her lips parted to say something but no sound ever came out, as my own mouth covered hers before she could muster the words.
She stood in shock for several moments before attempting to push me away. I had grabbed her firmly and pulled her against me, wanting to show her the depths of my desire, but the response I received washed over me and brought me back to my senses. I pulled away and looked at her wide eyes, moist with unshed tears.
“You should go back to your brother…”
She nodded as she glanced at the floor and composed herself, finally glancing back at me with a smile. “You’re a good person, aren’t you?”
I stared at her in bewilderment.
“You did that to teach me not to wander away from my brother, didn’t you? I’m an idol now so I should know better…”
I hadn’t been trying to help her, I had genuinely lost control, but she naively believed I had done it for her.
She smiled before taking my hand. “Thank you, Jungkook.”
I snatched my hand away as if she had burned me. She had. Her touch set fire to my entire body. “We should get you back, Yojeong.”
“My friends call me Kaia…”
Friends… my friends were limited but the last thing I wanted was to be her friend.
It was two years before I saw her in person, again.