(Meagan's POV)

I never intended for my friendship with Jungkook to turn into anything.  He was just a shy foreign boy who came to my dance studio to learn a few new things and then go back home.  The end, happily ever after.  I didn't plan on him interacting with me so much, and doing silly things like watching me dance, and insisting on high-fiving me after every practice.  I never saw him pulling stupid moves like attempting to text me even though we both speak two totally different languages.  And I certainly never saw it coming where he would ask me to hang out with him almost every single day.

I had never intended for any of it to happen, but that's not to say I'm not glad it did.

Jungkook informed me one day that he had to go back home to Seoul around the end of July, which only gave us about a month left together.  I was upset at first, but I knew from the beginning that one day he'd have to leave.  We had already become very close for about 3 weeks so hopefully in about another month we would be close enough to keep in touch after he went back home.  

 I didn't understand why I was the only one in the entire class he tried to talk to.  And none of the other dancers really questioned it either.  No one tried to approach him, and I wasn't particularly popular in class either, so it's not like anyone tried to steal me from him.  People just knew us as "Meagan and Jungkook, the inseparable dancers."  I grew to love that title.  Inseparable, yeah that was us alright.

Jungkook had gotten into the habit of bothering me to hang out every single day.  Ever since our non-date at the bookstore, and ever since he had found a better way to communicate with me, he had been thinking of fun things to do with me, simply because he told me he enjoyed being around me.  I was taken back at first by how straight-forward he had been, but at the same time I was flattered.

Coffee shops, and skate parks, movies and ice cream.  We even went to a local band's concert one night, and I discovered that kpop isn't all Jungkook is into.  But they were never called dates.  There was never a hand to hold, or an arm around the shoulder.  One night we went out to eat, and the waitress made a comment about us being together, at which I furiously blushed and politely corrected her saying he was just a friend.

I didn't know how Jungkook felt towards me all this time, and I wasn't 100% sure how I felt towards him myself.  I knew deep down that I was developing feelings for him that I shouldn't have been.  It wasn't like me to get emotionally attached to people, I had just never been interested in someone before.  I didn't know why every time I got to see him or every time we got to talk it made my stomach churn and it made my cheeks glow pink and it made me smile more than I normally do.  It also wasn't right because I knew he had to leave at some point.  Part of me was scared for that day to come, but at the same time I knew I had to be mature about the situation.

My favorite memory with Jungkook was the night I took him to see the fireworks.  Because it was summer, I wanted him to experience the Fourth of July with me.  So we went to the local parade, and watched the show.  Before going our separate ways, I invited him over.  It wasn't the first time he had been to my house; we had had countless anime marathons together before.  This time, we sat in my backyard, and stared up at the stars.  It was cheesy and stereotypical, but I didn't care.  Space was my favorite thing, and my broken conversations with Jungkook were my second favorite.  To have the two together was pretty nice.

/ I'm going to make you something /  Jungkook wrote on a piece of paper, showing it to me.  Jungkook and I had bought a notebook to carry with us when we hung out, that way if we need to talk we could.  I always carried a bookbag with our dictionaries in it, along with our notebook and a pencil.  I had written Jungkook's name on it, and after teaching him how to spell "Meagan" he wrote my name on there for me.

"Oh yeah, like what?"  I said out loud.  Again he began writing.

/ It's a surprise /  It read.  He added,  / you're pretty when you look at the stars /

My heart jumped into my throat.  Before I could throw a fit and bombard him with my usual what the hell???'s he stood up and ruffled my hair, silently letting himself out through the gate, and going home.  I laid back down in the grass shoving my face into the note, screaming.

"Jeon Jungkook why are you such an idiot?!?"  I yelled out loud.

I'm almost positive I heard him chuckle from down the street.

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Woo hoo two chapters in one day I'm on a role!

I HOPE THE STARS THING WASN'T TOO CHEESY I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE CUTE AND I'M A HOPELESS ROMANTIC OK BYE MIANHAE