Hey guys! I'm baaacck! :)) Did you miss me? Cause I missed you. :P Good to be back writing. And

for my comeback scenario, I give you this! <3 Requested by sassy-rabbit on Tumblr :) I hope you like it dear~ This is after all your first request so I hope you'll enjoy it :))

You couldn't understand why it was so difficult. Sitting by the windowsill of your hotel room, you looked down at the city you once called home; your guitar tucked in your arm, a pencil held loosely on your right hand as a whole bunch of crumpled papers lay cluttered on the floors. 

You sighed heavily before taking a sip of your coffee, thinking of your schedule which was packed with interviews, both for print and broadcast. Being an international artist who just came home, you were in demand and the press simply wanted to get the details of your life abroad, how you came to be Jane Lou, singer-songwriter who's nominated for a Grammy for Best New Artist. 

Or probably just to get the "good stuff", you thought amusedly, knowing well that the press is only after the juicy details of your private life. 

Well they're never going to find out, you thought. They’re never going to know if the life you once lived before remained tucked beneath layers after layers at the back of your consciousness; untouched. 

Some things are better hidden, others.... forgotten, you wrote down on the paper the moment the thought came, hoping it can be useful to the song you're trying to write.

Emphasis on trying.

You haven't written a single song in the past week and it drove you crazy. Songwriting was something that came naturally to you and though you got writer's block at times, you never felt as hopeless as you were feeling right now. 

Probably just jet-lagged, you thought as you ripped another piece of paper, crumpled it and threw it across the room. 

Although in the back of your head, you knew you were only lying to yourself. You knew exactly what was wrong and as you looked out the window of your hotel room, seeing the familiar streets of Seoul, you found yourself going back… back when you thought everything was possible—perfect, even. 

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Flashback

You hated winter. 

It's that time of year when you wished you could just bury yourself and hibernate somewhere as the season passes. You were never fond of the cold, never liked the feeling of it against your skin, almost like a needle was poking through it. You also didn't like the way your nose felt numb or the way your arms always got goose bumps whenever the cold wind whips by, no matter how thick your coat was. 

You were sitting at a table in a café downtown, wearing a powder blue parka over a plain white sweater. A notepad lay opened in front of you, beside it was a steaming cup of coffee and your phone. Biting your lip, you tapped the pencil against your cheek, thinking of lyrics to fill the remaining lines of your new song:

Falling, falling, the rain kept falling
Sounding, echoing, your voice kept calling
In my head, you're all I see
In my heart is where you'll be

Sighing, you looked up and massaged your nape before looking back down; only to look back up again, as a familiar sight caught your eye. 

From across the street, a familiar black haired guy stood and you smiled as he made his way towards the café. He had his hands in his coat pockets, his lips pursed in a thin line as he looked from left to right before crossing. You watched him walk from the cafe's windows, your heartbeats increasing its pace at each step he made. The moment he came into the cafe, the bell sounding that familiar ring, you knew your heart was done for. He looked around the place, searching; his handsome face catching a few eye's attention; girls' eyes specifically. 

Dating someone good looking proved to be a difficulty for some since you can't really stop people from looking—checking them out. But in your relationship, jealousy was not an option for the moment his eyes met yours, you saw them sparkle, and you felt as if you were the only girl he was seeing in the room.

No one else.

"Hey." he smiled as he kissed the crown of your head before removing his coat, then draping it at the backrest of his chair then sat down across from you. "Did you wait too long?"

"Only an hour." you said, though you have only waited for fifteen minutes. 

"Wae?" His eyes widened. "Jinja?"

You nodded. "Careful, Jungkook." you sighed dramatically. "I might just leave you if you always keep me waiting." you said as you took a sip of your coffee to keep yourself from giggling.  

Jungkook stared at you, "You're kidding, right?"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" you said as you made a face, making him smile. 

"I missed you." he sighed as he reached for your hand from across the table and brought it to his lips. You tried not to laugh at the envious stares you caught from one of the girls on the other side of the room.

"We saw each other the other day, pabo." you grinned as you pinched his nose.

"Exactly. A day without you is like a year—" he said just as his eyes lit up. "Write that down. Can be good for lyrics."

You nodded then looked at your entwined hands, “Okay, but you're gonna have to let go of me first so I can write it down."

Jungkook stared down at your entwined fingers then back up at you, tightening his grip. "Forget it."

You chuckled at your boyfriend's cuteness, wondering however did you get like this. It seems only yesterday when you couldn't even stand being in the same room. 

Jeon Jungkook has always been a nuisance. With his perfect looks, perfect singing, perfect everything; it was pretty hard not to get annoyed especially when he seems to be always showing it to your face. The two of you did the same things considering that you were both in the same class and you couldn't understand how, but Jungkook always did things better than you. Being a perfectionist and one to strive for the best, you didn't like being in second place and you've always treated him as a rival.

Little did you know, Jungkook was only doing that to get your attention. He was never after the praises from the teachers or the popularity he gained from being the all around golden boy of the school. He only wanted you to notice him and since you're so focused on studying, he had to find a way to get your attention, which is by competing in everything you do. 

It drove you nuts and Jungkook enjoyed every bit of it. When you finally confronted him about it, he confessed:

"I only did it so you'd notice me."

You stopped and stared at him, wondering if you heard him right. "What? Why would you—“

"Because the only way I can get you to talk to me is whenever I beat you at something." he huffed. "Seriously, Y/N. Do you have any idea how hard it is to ask you out?"

"You—" your eyes widened at his blunt assertion. Jeon Jungkook was actually confessing to you. "I—Why would you want to ask me out?" you blurted and you wanted to slap yourself for asking such a stupid question.

Jungkook chuckled, "I thought the answer was quite obvious."

You looked down at your hands and fidgeted with your fingers, suddenly feeling shy. Your usual conversations with Jungkook often involved a lot of goading, teasing, and a whole lot of challenges but right now, you were left speechless. "I—“

"Sorry," Jungkook frowned as he took a step back. "I—I guess you don't feel the same way—“

"No!" you blurted as you took a step forward and his eyes widened in surprise. " I mean, I—I do. I like you too—"

A grin crept to Jungkook's lips and you felt your heart race at the teasing smile he threw your way. "Yeah?"

You nodded meekly just as he took a step forward. "So..."

"So—?" you said as you bit your lip, still unable to look up at him as you balanced on the balls of your feet.

"Y/N." You couldn't help but look up at the sound of your name and the moment you did, Jungkook was already close—a little too close—and he was looking down at you with his warm brown eyes, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "Yeah?"

"Can I—" he blinked, his smile softening. "Can you be mine?"

Some girls would have swooned at the question; you, on the other hand, snorted and laughed which took Jungkook aback and he looked a little hurt, even. “What—?"

"I'm sorry." You said once you got a hold of your giggles. "Don't misunderstand, I just found that line to be completely cheesy—“

"Why do I like you?" He muttered then rolled his eyes as he took your hand and dragged you away without question.

"Yah!" You protested at his bold gesture. You looked down at your linked hands and gulped, his touch sending a shock wave up your arm. "I didn't even say yes."

He stopped and faced you, his gaze penetrating. "Were you going to say otherwise?"

"N—no—“

"Then just hold my hand and act like you're actually happy that we're a couple now." He smiled and you couldn't help but catch your breath at his declaration. The two of you were actually a couple right now. 

"I don't need to act." You said honestly and Jungkook paused. The