AAAAA i luv joon but i am so excited for jk arc

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JUNGKOOK

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"So how was your break?" I ask with focus on the Joy I saw through my camera, the shutter moving with each picture I took of her. We had been walking and stopping around campus, pausing at certain points for another picture.

"Turn your head a bit." I suggest, and Joy shifts to the right.

The camera made its shuttering sound and Joy ran over, ducking over my arm to sneak a look at her picture.

I could smell her perfume, a rich yet light aroma, soothing my nerves and making me forget about the worries I had. It helped me avert my focus to just us.

For right now, it was just us.

"Break was good. The family dinner was big as usual with other...bigger things happening that night."

That's when I was forced to remember the events over the break: Namjoon coming to me half-drunk before I confessed to him that I liked his ex-girlfriend.

Ouch.

I let the camera lay against my chest once again.

"Hey I wanted to see the pictures," Joy protested.

I came back to reality and smile at her. "I'll edit and upload them then send the files to you."

She beamed. "Awesome! I hope I wasn't stiff; I haven't modeled in years."

"Since when were you a model, too?"

"Oh," she snorted, "I was just a kid model."

"Wow," Jungkook paused, "That's still pretty awesome. What else did you get to do growing up?"

"Hm," Joy began to walk in the direction of her dorm and I quickly began to follow her. We hadn't strayed too far away from the living quarters. "I took basketball for a time, but quickly realized I was not a sports person. Thank God I learned that early. I have a yellow belt in karate, and I used to take ballet."

I scoffed. "Suddenly taking pictures seems like such a minimal, boring hobby."

Joy laughed. "Not if you're great at it, and you are." She looked at me with a spark of admiration in her eyes. It might have been for my work, but I made it so that it was for me. We both paused, and I held onto her gaze for a moment before looking away.

She just got broken up with, Jungkook. Chill out.

"So, what did you do growing up, nerd?"

I shrugged. "Not much compared to you, brat."

"You know, I wouldn't say brat is such a fitting name for me anymore." She side-eyed me.

"Others would argue." I smiled then continued. "I just attended parties when I was told to, did my schoolwork, and took pictures."

"When did you start? Taking pictures, I mean." She signaled to my camera.

"Hm, eleven? Twelve? Sometime in middle school. It was just a hobby I started to cope with the mess I dealt with each day."

"Tell me about it. I've never been to one family gathering where one of my aunties didn't comment on my appearance." She scoffed. "Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for what I have, but sometimes I wish I could switch lives with Tia or something."

I got what she meant. We had both grown up in homes where reputation and appearance of the entire family were the only things that mattered. Not even one person was allowed to screw things up. "I understand, and I don't blame you for feeling that way."

She sighed. "My brother was basically all I had growing up, but even he is pulled into the trance of that world, sometimes."

Her shoulders sagged, and I could tell I'd brought up a sensitive topic. I cleared my throat. "So are you going to the New Years party? I know it's kind of stupid cause it's already the new year."

Joy let her gaze wander as she continued walking. Her dorm was only a few feet away. "Maybe. I'm not sure I'm in the party mood."

"Why not?" I knew why.

She was hesitant to say anything, which became obvious when she changed the subject. "Oh! speaking of New Years, I got the gift I promised I'd get you. I was debating between what I got you and this gorgeous watch, but I thought you'd like what I got you instead."

Joy started bouncing lightly and turning on her heels, skipping towards the building. She paused and turned around, "What are you waiting for? Come on."

The one building I wanted to avoid, I was speed- walking towards it. I was hoping—praying Ezra wasn't out in the lobby or even here on campus. I don't know how I would handle seeing her or seeing Joy for that matter.

We made our way inside and up the stairs. It feels like I haven't been here in ages. The girls were more livelier when they were returning from the break. Music blasting from rooms and people gossiping in the halls. A view stares were thrown my way but I didn't let it bother me.

"JOY!" I immediately hid behind her when I saw Taegan jog towards her. Her wild curls were out as she hugged Joy tight and spun her around. Her smile faded a bit when she saw me.

"Hi." I waved with a sheepish smile and she gave me a nod back. "Wassup," her eyes wavered between Joy and me. Sweat was dripping down the side of my face. I could made a puddle with her sweaty my palms were. Was she always this intimidating?

"I know we have a lot to talk about," She glared at me then continued, "but everyone is talking about the New Years party. Obviously they have no sense of time here but I really want you to come."

Joy bit her lip, "I have to talk to the music director about the scholarship and get my schedule changed tomorrow. I want to be there early and going to a loud party won't help my sleep schedule." I got excited of the thought of Joy playing her heart out again this time pursuing it for her future.

"How about you go for the first ten minutes then leave? I'll even wake up early and walk you there. Please?" Taegan pleaded while I could see Joy's brain thinking of what she should do.

"Just ten minutes?"

Taegan nodded vigorously.

Joy finally gave in and sighed, "Fine."

"YES—I mean, great! I'll meet you there." Taegan smiled and told Joy they would talk later. It seemed important but I tried my best not to pry (prying gets me nowhere) and focus on the back of Joy's head.

"Later dude." Taegan walked off behind us and I felt like I breathe again.

"So you were holding your breath this whole time?" Joy laughed while we walked down the corridor and to her dorm. "Taegan does that to you. One of the many things I love about her." She unlocked the door and walked in.

The place looked tidy, almost spotless. I remember the first time I was in here but the circumstances were different. Before she was upset about Namjoon but now she was okay without him.

At least it seemed like it.

I didn't even notice Joy and her butler talking until she said, "Thank you Rey. I'll make sure daddy pays you handsomely for all your help." She kissed his cheek while he smiled politely.

"Anything for you, Miss Valentine. Give me a call if you need me. Enjoy the new year." He turns toward me and gives me a smile. I return it with a wave and he leaves the two of us alone.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge." Joy said while walking towards her room.

If I ate anything now I would most definitely bring it back up. I didn't wanna touch anything either because it would break or sit down because my legs would fall asleep and... I'm rambling.

I'm nervous.

I'm walking towards her room. A thought on my mind and this feeling on my chest. I knocked on the door and wait for her to open the door.

"Sorry. The gift is in one of these bags." Her hat was off now and I look around her room. Trophies and photos. Bags upon bags (going to assume that she's a heavy believer in retail therapy).

"Wow." I smile. "Tell me you're spoiled without telling me you're spoiled."

"You're still on this spoiled brat shit?"

"You kiss your butler with that mouth? You should be ashamed Miss Valentine."

"Oh fuck off—FOUND IT!" She jumped excitedly and turned around with her hands behind her back. "Close your eyes and walk outside."

"How am I suppose to walk outside if my eyes are closed?" I raised a brow at her.

"Could you not challenge me for like five seconds and trust me." I trust you more than anyone else.

"Fine." I sighed with a smile and closed my eyes. My heart was beating out of my chest when I felt her take my hand. Our fingers locked with a spark and a bit too natural for me. How fitting our hands were.

I followed the sound of her steps and whirring sound of air. "Your hands are sweaty." She giggled. "You have something against my body trying to maintain homeostasis?" I gulped with a cheeky grin while she laughed louder this time. God, I felt like my heart would burst at any moment.

We finally stopped.

"You can open your eyes now." When her hands left mine I unintentionally reached for hers then pulled back. I opened my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light.

"Merry Christmas and a happy new year." She smiled. Right in front of me was a stuffed bunny. White with a camera hanging around its neck.

"Look it can actually take pictures." She clicked the button at the top and the shutter went off. Out came a small polaroid and my heart had finally leaped and jumped off the edge.

"Isn't it great!?" Joy smiled at me but I was too dazed. The more I looked at the stuffed toy the more I saw my childhood. A sense of nostalgia washing over every other emotion I felt.

"It's amazing. Thank you." I managed to say instead of the million words in my head. "It's better than mine actually." I admitted while slowly taking it from her.

"I looked—actually Rey looked all over to find something like that. The bunny didn't have a camera so I had daddy hire someone to make it for me. Wow, that sound so spoiled to say out loud."

"Now you're getting it."

Joy gasped and punched my arm. She walked over to the refrigerator and grabbed a water. I looked down at the bunny in my hands, ready to treasure it for the rest of my life. Maybe buy her a giant one with a violin this time. Maybe I should buy her a violin.

What the hell am I thinking right now? Am I crazy. Just a little.

"So what's his name?" Joy leaned against the counter with a dimpled smile.

Totally illegal.

"Mr.Whiskers." I stepped towards the counter and gently placed him down looking deeply into her eyes.

"Corny but cute."

"Like you." I said it. The words came out before I could process them. I felt many things in that moment. Regret being one of them but mainly this glow as I watched her turn red. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I wanted to burn this memory in my mind.

"I—You're such a—"

"A what? Amazing, talented, sophisticated—"

"Asshole."

"Like you're any better."

"Extremely better actually."

"Hell is gonna freeze over with the lies you tell."

"Your ass must be jealous from all the shit that comes out your mouth."

"And your eyeliner is just as crooked as you."

"Fuck off."

"That's not in my vocabulary. Try again."

Our faces were so close to each other that I could smell her perfume. I couldn't hold my breath in this time, out of breath from our conversation and the excitement that my heart felt. How surreal this moment was.

I know my plan was to make her forgot her worries but now it seemed like it backfired. All my stress, hurt, and unspoken feelings had faded into...

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THIRD PERSON

A chill went down Namjoon's spine. He walked into the residence building with a box of things that weren't his.

He tried to ignore the heartache in his chest. The heavy weight that his shoulders carried and the knife plunged into his back. He wanted to return the things Joy left in his dorm. The constant reminder of her was too much to handle and just a memory of what was—what could have been his future.

He arrived on campus early with some students that stayed on campus for break or others that left around the same time as him. With a heavy heart and puffy eyes he grabbed each and every item, held them delicately.

Now he was here, made his way upstairs and walked passed an excited Taegan.

"Oh hi!" She said and looked at him confused as he held the box.

"Did Joy get here yet?" He asked. Taegan nodded and pointed her thumb behind her. Namjoon thanked her before walking in the direction of the familiar room. So much history poured into four walls that held his world.

Namjoon hesitated and stood in front of the door. He was about to knock but the door was already unlocked. He gulped and felt his hands shake. Did she forget to lock the door? Was she waiting for him?

Namjoon had hoped it was the second thought yet felt like it was the opposite.

Come on. You got this.

He walked in and immediately regretted it. The world stopped for what seemed like milliseconds as he watched his best friend and ex-girlfriend become connected in more ways than one. Their lifestyle, their personalities, and now it was their lips.

That was the final string for his heart as it shattered on the floor. Jungkook was leaned over the counter with his hand on Joy's cheek, so tender yet firm.

Namjoon let the tears roll down his cheeks as he quietly stepped out of the room. He placed the box down and walked away. The four walls crashing down around him along with the memories.

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crying on the highway.
just kidding i am not excited for jk arc WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?