(Meagan's POV)

After a few more days, I got fed up.

Who the hell is Jungkook, really?

One night after practice, and another night of that idiot smiling at me and confusing me, I decided it was time I found out who he really was.  I didn't know why, but not knowing anything about his so-called "idol life" bothered me to death.  I pulled open my laptop and typed a "J" into Google before pausing.

I hadn't really thought about getting this far.  I didn't know how I'd feel when I finally uncovered his identity.  Jungkook wouldn't be my shy, foreign friend from dance class anymore he'd be "Jungkook the famous Korean pop idol."  But at the same time, I didn't care.  I needed to know who I was dealing with.  

And who I was developing feelings for.

// flashback to earlier that day //

"Good morning."  I said to Jungkook first this time.  It had been about a week since he had come to our studio.  I wasn't sure when he had to go back home, but I wanted to appreciate every minute of having him here.  However today was different.  He didn't seem as bubbly and he didn't smile.

"What's wrong?"  I asked him.  He didn't look up at me, but his face was turning disgustingly red.  It freaked me out.  

"Um-"  I began.  Before I could get another word in, he slid his phone toward me and got up, running into the bathroom.  What in the world.

I looked down at his phone to see a message on the screen, in English.  I figured he wanted me tor read it.  I was curious, so I did.

We should talk more often, maybe try and text or something.  I can't read English, but maybe we can both use translators.

I was completely dumbfounded.  How the hell was he typing to me in English then if he can't freaking read it?!  I was about to go looking for Jungkook until I saw the message continued on.

(By the way, in case you're confused as hell, this was translated for me by my friend Namjoon who speaks English...that side note was also translated by him).  Below that was his phone number.  What a freaking idiot.  But I still laughed.

I pulled out my phone and searched how to say "hello" in Korean.  I copied and pasted it into a new message...and reluctantly added a smiley face.  God he's gonna think I'm a creep.  But still, I entered his number, and pressed send.  Eventually he came back, and instead of saying anything, I just motioned to his phone lying next to me.  He picked it up and read my message.

Instantly, he began beaming.

"Awesome!"  He exclaimed, but in Korean.  My head shot up and I felt my face grow hot.  I wasn't expecting him to ever say anything in Korean.  I didn't know why it surprised me so much, but I was so glad to hear it, even if I couldn't understand what he had just said.

That night we tried texting for the very first time and it was horrible.  Mostly because I was afraid of sounding like an idiot typing in Korean.  He was damn lucky he had a friend who spoke both languages fluently and could help him, meanwhile I had the "trusty" internet.  Our conversation didn't last very long.  I asked him if he liked our dance class, and he asked me how long I had been dancing.  We said a few other things.  At one point I made a joke at which he replied "haha :)" in English.  I've never come so close to launching my phone across the room before.

After we said our "goodnights" and "see you tomorrows."  I put my phone up.  I felt...different.  I had never in my life had to communicate with someone that way before.  But it was interesting and it was with someone I liked.  As a friend of course...just as a friend.

// present time //

The "J" I had typed continued staring at me.  I sighed.

"Jungkook" was all I had to type in.  The first thing recommended was "Jungkook BTS."  I clicked on it.

The first link was a link to a profile of his group, "BTS."  I scrolled through each member, not seeing Jungkook anywhere.  Finally, I got all the way down to the bottom and there he was.

It felt surreal seeing him there.

I read the little facts about him, like his birthday, his favorite color, his hobbies, even his blood type.  I felt like a total creep.  I went to YouTube next and typed in BTS.  The first thing that came up was a song called "Boy In Luv."  I had never even experienced "kpop" before, so I didn't know what I was getting myself into.  But I needed to know.  I clicked play.  The beginning of the video didn't particularly interest me except from the fact that I thought they were all really handsome.  Once they video picked up more, I was entranced by their dancing.  It was so perfect.  And then I saw him.  That smiling idiot, only his hair was a different color.  I knew him with hair blacker than the night sky, and slightly longer than what it was in this video.  This must be from a while ago.

Everything was going smoothly until the actual singing began.  And it was one person in particular.  One person whose sound I could never quite shake.

Jungkook.

He began the song with a sort of rap, but later on he sang the chorus.  He sang a lot in the song, but I wasn't complaining.  His voice was...well in a way to describe it: it was Jungkook's.  It was rough yet lighthearted.  It suited him and it flowed like water.  I was in love with it  

And before I had even known it, it was early morning, and I had somehow found myself listening to most of BTS' songs.  I didn't regret anything.

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sorry for the longer chapter!!!

basically to clarify what happened, Jungkook contacted Namjoon telling him about you, and about how he wanted to talk to you more frequently.  So what Jungkook did was text Namjoon what he wanted to say to you, and Namjoon translated it into English, and sent it back to Jungkook.  The translated text is what you read.  I hope that makes sense!!