Okay, now this is my first fanfiction in Wattpad. I have always been a crazy BTS army with lots of fantasies. Since my bias is Jungkook, so the first story is his. Also, my first language is not English. So, please pardon any grammatical errors.

Hope I will get your love and support to continue till the end. Comment and voting would encourage me.

[Edited: 30.07.2021]

I purple you.💜
-- Jeongsri
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Y/N'S POV

(I am not describing any character physically because Y/n is you and u know yourself better than me. Now, If you don't know how BTS members look, then please close the book.)

An eerie atmosphere hung in the shivering winter night. White puffs of smoke escaped from my lips as I made my way back home, alone. My watch showed 10 pm. I had been returning from the library after completing my science project, which I was supposed to submit the next day. My school bag hung lazily from my shoulder.

The road was deserted, giving me an apprehensive feeling amidst the dimly lit street. I noticed two men playing cards in the corner. They were roughly built, with tattoos and piercings, and each had a lit cigar between his lips. I scrunched my nose at the strong smell of cheap wine.

"She's damn sexy!" one of them suddenly said aloud.

"She's the best item I've ever seen," his companion muttered, turning his gaze toward me, making me feel even more cautious.

I quickened my pace, ignoring their uncomfortable comments. Soon, I realized I was being chased by the unknown thugs. I wanted to scream for help, but my mouth was dry, and panic kept me silent. There was also the risk of attracting more trouble. I glanced back to check if I was still being followed.

Suddenly, I collided with something—or rather, someone. I fell hard onto the ground, landing on my butt. Ouch! That hurt.

"Are you okay?" the person asked, extending a hand to help me up as I looked up at him.

He was tall and muscular, his body perfectly toned. He wore a black hoodie and black jeans. "TRY ME IF YOU CAN" was printed across his chest. His mouth was covered with a black mask, but his eyes were sharp.

Why was I attracting thugs today? Did I look like a slut in my casual wear? "I-I-I'm o-okay..." I stuttered and ran away from him before he could register anything.

Jungkook's POV

I had been practicing for the 5th Muster concert next week. I was going to have a solo performance, and it had been an exhausting day. My hyungs were already back at the dorm, but I was late because of Hitman Bang, the director of BigHit Entertainment. He had some private matters to discuss with me regarding the upcoming concert.

It was dark, and almost no one was on the road. The cold, refreshing air swept across my skin as I hummed "Magic Shop" when suddenly, a girl bumped into me.

I froze at the unexpected collision. She was beautiful, wearing a white hoodie and blue jeans. Her hair was tied in a ponytail...

[Imagine description of yourself]

She had fallen due to the impact, so I offered her my hand. She quickly got up and ran away before we could even exchange two words. She seemed terrified, as if someone was chasing her. But when I looked around, there was no one. Perhaps my black attire had scared her. I should stop wearing so much black.

Y/N's POV

I was running blindly. My legs felt weak, as heavy as lead, and I couldn't run much longer. I hid in a narrow lane between two houses, panting heavily, almost on the verge of fainting. Leaning against the brick wall for support, tears streamed down my face. I missed the warmth of my parents and wanted nothing more than to go home and hug my mother.

"There she is... Come to us, baby..."

I recognized the voice of one of the men. I started running again, but I soon found myself at a dead end. I was trapped, with the two strangers in front of me and the wall behind me. There was no escape. Pressing myself against the corner of the wall, I watched helplessly as they slowly approached.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" I shouted, trying to sound brave.

"Not much... just a night of entertainment..." The evil smirk on his face made my stomach churn.

"Go away... or I'll scream for help," I warned.

"No one's coming to rescue you," the other man said coldly.

The first man pinned me against the wall, his face only inches from mine. His smoky breath made me nauseous as he traced a finger along my jawline. I felt utterly disgusted.Summoning all my courage, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his crotch. I immediately realized that my actions had put me in even greater danger.

The second man, furious at what had happened to his companion, glared at me. I gulped, goosebumps covering my skin as he balled his fist and charged at me. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the painful blow. But nothing came. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw a hand blocking his punch, just inches from my face. Then, my savior stepped into view.

It was the same masked man.

"Who are you?!" the miscreant spat.

The masked man didn't reply but punched him square in the mouth. He followed up with a swift kick to his stomach and an elbow to the chin. The thug collapsed, unconscious. The unknown hero then turned to face me. Our eyes locked, and we both froze. There was something familiar in his dark eyes. He had just saved my life.

Suddenly, I saw the other thug behind him. He had recovered from my earlier hit. "Look behind—" I tried to warn, but before I could finish, the thug grabbed the masked man by the neck and threw him to the ground. He got on top of him and began punching him mercilessly. I stood there, helpless.

I needed to do something. I couldn't just watch him get beaten. My eyes fell on a piece of iron rod nearby. Without thinking, I grabbed it and hit the thug on the head. My hands were shaking. The man fell, limp.

Panic flooded me. Did I just kill someone? I sank to the ground, staring at the motionless figure in front of me. The masked man quickly got up and took my hand, pulling me to my feet.

"W-what about h-him?" I stuttered, still too traumatized to speak properly. He let go of my hand and checked the thug's pulse.

"He's alive. I'll call the police on our way back."

Relief washed over me. We started running again and finally stopped at a bench in a nearby park. Exhausted, we collapsed onto the bench, gasping for air. The terror of what had just happened still rattled through my bones, but I did my best to calm down.

"Thank you for saving me," I said shyly.

"It's okay..." His voice was deep and familiar. I might have known him. When he removed his mask, my eyes widened in shock.

His face?! I definitely know him! He's my love, Jeon Jungkook of BTS! Ahh!

I pinched myself. Am I dreaming? Wait! Is this really happening? Did I just get saved by the Jeon Jungkook?? I stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

"Huh?" I mumbled in a daze.

I should be jumping on his lap, asking for a selfie, or at least getting an autograph! But... no. This isn't the time for fangirling. He just risked himself to save me.

"Hello? Are you there?" he waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me back to reality. I noticed that his lower lip was bleeding. Compose yourself, Y/N.

"You're bleeding. Let me put some antiseptic on it." I tried to focus on the situation instead of my excitement. It broke my heart to see him hurt because of me.

I took out an antiseptic cream from my bag, which I always kept for emergencies. Gently, I wiped the blood from his lip with my handkerchief and applied the cream.

Jungkook's POV

I held her hand tightly as we ran toward the park. Her hand was cold and clammy—I knew she was terrified. At first, she was too shocked to even move. I had almost offered to carry her, but then she managed to pick up her pace. When we finally stopped, neither of us said anything for a while.

My lip stung. I took off my mask.

"Thank you for saving me," she said, breaking the silence. Her voice was sweet and calming. I glanced at her, and her eyes widened as she looked at me. She was staring straight into my eyes but seemed lost in her own thoughts. I waved my hand in front of her face to snap her out of it.

She pointed out my bleeding lip. I wiped the blood with the back of my hand, and sure enough, it was red. She took out an antiseptic cream and started treating my wound. Her touch was so soft, so full of care.

"I'm sorry... it must hurt a lot. This is all my fault," she said softly.

"How is any of this your fault?" I asked, slightly annoyed at her self-blame. "I couldn't just leave you in danger. Can you even imagine what could've happened if I hadn't been there?" I felt oddly protective of her, for reasons I couldn't quite explain. She didn't respond and just focused on tending to my injury.

Once she finished, I stood up and said, "Come on, I'll walk you home. It's late."

She shook her head and smiled. "Thank you, but there's no need. I live just over there." She pointed to a house across the street.

"So, this is goodbye then..." I said, feeling a bit disappointed. I didn't want to leave her just yet. Walking her home would've been the perfect excuse to spend a little more time with her, and I wanted to make sure she stayed safe.

She got up from the bench. "Bye, take care of yourself and get home safely. And... thank you again."

She started to run toward her house, but before she reached the park gate, she stopped and turned around. "By the way, I'm Kim Y/N!" she called out.

"And I'm Jeon Jungkook!" I replied.

"I already know who you are," she said with a smile.

Her words stunned me. She knows me? She knows I'm BTS's Jungkook? Is she an ARMY?

She waved, and I waved back as she disappeared into her house. It was almost 11 p.m. now. I headed back to the dorm with butterflies in my stomach, smiling like crazy the whole way home.

......TO BE CONTINUED......

-- Kim Jeongsri