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“I swear I have a perfectly reasonable explanation as to why I am in my shopping trolley.” She said as she pushed some flyaway hair away from her face and sat up straighter. Jungkook chuckled, “I’m sure you do.” He said as he continued to observe the girl in front of him. 

She sighed loudly, drawing her knees up to her chest as she curled up on the chair, looking at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her. She had never thought of herself as ugly, but she had never thought of herself as overly beautiful either. 

Jungkook tapped his chin as he pretended to think for a moment. “Either you do this or… you have to streak through the bar.”

Jung Hoseok. Everyone knows his name. He’s a sick rapper and dancer who is making his mark in the underground scene. He is talented, hilarious, and drop dead gorgeous.

“Eva, you don’t need to lie to me. I know the truth.”

A month flew by before any of them realised it. Jungkook and Laura had become much closer, and Jungkook had noticed a massive difference in her since she had moved away from Mark. 

“Laura! Why the hell are you out here in the middle of the night! You’re frozen!” her sister cried as she took off her own coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. Her teeth were chattering as Liz helped her to her feet and helped her into the apartment. 

Lesson learned. Never leave the Tumblr tab open around Jeon Jungkook...

His eyes landed on her bright pink post it notes and a grin spread on his face.

He noticed a figure standing at the edge of the cliff, her hair blowing around in the wind. She was far enough away that he couldn’t make out her features very well, but the way the fading light hit her was perfect. He quickly took a couple of photographs of her, satisfied with the angle and lighting. 

The only evidence that she had been there at all, her empty beer bottle and the memory of the red haired girl burned into his mind.

“They’re here…”

He saw the neighbour’s daughter hiding behind the trash bins, her hands clamped firmly over her ears, her eyes screwed shut as she tried to block out the loud screaming from inside her home. Yoongi jumped off of his chair and headed downstairs. 

“Hey, everything alright?” Namjoon looked up at the owner of the voice, his expression showing his frustration. “Not really. I lost my keys.” He said with a sigh. She chuckled, “Again? Really, Namjoon?”

They had been neighbours for over a year, and friends for just as long. They had met the day he had moved in. She had brought him a plate of homemade cookies and their friendship had been set in stone from then. 

Thanks to a dog that likes to escape from his garden, Lexi gets the opportunity to see her cute next door neighbour, Hoseok. 

He was snacking on some chips when he heard frantic knocking at the door. He rolled his eyes as he pulled himself off of the couch. “Did you forget your keys again?” he yelled as he shuffled towards the door. “I swear you’re…not Taehyung.” His voice trailed off as he took in the girl in front of him. 

“Which group is the MV for?” One girl near the front of the group asked eagerly. The director smiled. “Seventeen.” He replied. A ripple of excitement spread throughout us all. 

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The battle was on...

I jogged for another ten minutes before a large dog appeared out of nowhere, bowling me over. I let out a yelp as I fell to the ground. My puppy running back and yelping at me. I winced as I brushed the dirt off my hands. “Hey! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” I turned around at the sound of a warm, male voice. My jaw almost dropped when a handsome guy ran up to me, his fringe sticking to his head 

She opened the door just enough that she could hear him play but not enough that she would get caught. She found herself smiling as she listened to his gentle voice. After ten minutes she quietly closed the door, not wanting to risk getting caught. 

“Jagi-ah, I’m really sorry. We’ve got an extra practice so I’ll need to cancel our date. I’m really sorry.” Jihoon’s voice said through the phone. “That’s ok. I understand. I hope your practice goes well.” She said as she tried not to let him hear how stuffy she was. 

He cracked open one eye to look at her. "Are you wearing the same clothes from yesterday?" He asked, making her blush a little in embarrassment. "Yeah." She mumbled. He opened the other eye and frowned at her, noticing her messy hair and the bags under her eyes. 

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Yoongi suppressed the urge to smack the BTS leader. “How the hell did you manage to break the computer, again?” he asked angrily. Namjoon shrugged from the other side of the room, ready to make a break for freedom if Yoongi decided to throw something at him again. 

I sighed as I sat in the emergency room, my left arm cradled against my body, wincing with every tiny movement. My fringe fell into my face for what felt like the millionth time. I blew a puff of air upwards, the hair immediately falling back into my face