He couldn’t help but smile while looking at the girl he adored rehearsing for her special stage later on the night. He had been feeling over the moon after that night.

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Did he just hear it right? Did she really just say it back now? He couldn’t help but doubt his hearing. Could it be that he was hallucinating? But he was sure she said it back, she had a soft voice but it was clear enough for him to hear.

He secretly pinched the side of his thigh, just to confirm that everything was real. He managed to do it without her noticing it. He snapped back to reality after feeling the pain.

He saw her pout and removed her hand away from his cheek. She walked slowly away from him to the door. No! He can’t let this end like that. He should verify everything first.

He grabbed her by the waist and twirled her around. “I heard that, you can never take it back now,” he managed to say.

A smile then slowly appeared on her lips, the smile that always took his breath away, she then gently nodded. He beamed at her actions. She was still shy but he was enjoying it.

“Saranghae,” he said again, hugging her tighter.

She nodded, “nado saranghae,” she replied while placing her arms around his neck. He slowly leaned closer to her and sealed everything with the sweetest kiss.

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He knew that she was always reserved and for her to finally reciprocate his feelings made him feel like the luckiest man alive. The girl of his dreams felt the same way as he did and until now, it felt surreal.

“Oh, Jungkook~ssi,” he turned to his side to see three of his friends sit beside him. They were part of the 97 line which he had made friends with.

“What are you doing here?” one of his friends asked.

“Geunyang, just waiting for our turn to rehearse,” he shrugged his shoulders, his friend nodded.

“Aren’t the hyungs in the waiting room? Why are you alone?” his friend, the one who liked to dab around, asked.

Nosy… he thought. “Just killing time here,” he answered.

“Isn’t she so pretty?” one of his friends complimented. His brows met into a furrow as he noticed where the direction this friend was looking at.

“So you really do like her?” his red-haired friend asked. He glanced at his friend to confirm it.

His friend didn’t even need to answer the question for him to confirm it. He hid his hand which was forming into a fist as jealousy hit him hard. Calm down. He mentally cursed.

“Who wouldn’t? She’s already next to Nana~sunbaenim as the most beautiful here in Korea,” the guy answered. This evoked the jealousy in him even more.

He suddenly stood up as he can’t suppress his anger anymore, “I’ll go ahead,” he excused himself without even looking at his friends.

He immediately went backstage. Just in time, her rehearsals just ended. He saw her beaming at him. All it took was her beautiful smile to calm him down.

She passed by him and he made her walk a little more before he followed her to her dressing room.

He looked around before he entered the room so as to avoid gossips. As soon as he entered the room, she was thankfully alone and was seated on the couch.

He immediately sat down beside her and placed his head on her lap.

“Wae?” she asked, sounding curious.

“Shiro,” he murmured.

“Wae? You said it was good,” she asked, pouting.

He sat up and faced her. “It was perfect but you’re too perfect that you attract too many guys,” he admitted, head down.

She held both his cheeks with both her hands and made him face her. “I’m not doing it for them anyway,” she told him.

“Nugu?” he asked, one eyebrow raised. “Who are you doing it for?” he asked again.

“Bimil,” she stuck her tongue out.

“Nugu?” he grabbed her hand and held it tight. “Nugu? Nugu?” he asked again, more of like teasing her, already knowing her answer.

“Fanboys!” she exclaimed. His brows met after she blurted that out.

“Jinjja?” He faced her. “Geurae, I’m leaving you to your fanboys then!” he stood up and motioned to get out of the room.

She held his hand to stop him from leaving. “I was just joking,” she confessed, he knew that of course.

She poked his arm, “you know for whom it is,” she poked his arm again. He faced her, still trying to suppress his smile. “You, of course,” she confessed, blushing deeply.

He beamed and gave her a light peck on the lips, “ara,” he told her.

“I wish I could tell everyone you’re off limits,” he confessed, sighing.

“You can,” she retorted.

“I’ll let you wear a huge sign saying, not to look at you,” she pouted at his statement.

“I’ll write my boyfriend is awesome, you’re not, so back off!” he boasted. She giggled at this.

“You don’t need to do that, I don’t look at them,” she just shrugged.

“I know but they do,” he said, concerned.<