Before reading i forgot to mention jungkookie has a big secret 👀!!!!!!

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Under the blazing sun, the football field was a cauldron of energy.

Taehyung, clad in his sleek sports attire, moved with a confidence that radiated power and determination.

His muscles rippled with every precise motion, showcasing a finely honed athleticism that left onlookers in awe

.As beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, they caught the sunlight, creating a mesmerizing glimmer.

The droplets clung to his dark tousled hair, tracing their way down the strands like liquid diamonds.

Each drop seemed to tell a story of the intensity and dedication he poured into his practice.

In moments of swift agility, Taehyung would execute a move that sent a wave of sweat flying.

His hair, dampened by the exertion, took on an almost ethereal quality.

With a sharp flip of his head, he would send the moisture scattering, creating a captivating dance of droplets that hung momentarily in the air before surrendering to gravity.The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing.

Taehyung's aura was one of raw power and confidence, a force of nature in the realm of sports.

His athleticism was matched only by the grace with which he executed each move, a testament to the countless hours he had poured into honing his craft.

For those fortunate enough to witness Taehyung on the field, it was a display of sheer brilliance.

His presence was magnetic, drawing the eye and leaving an indelible impression of a man who was not just skilled, but utterly captivating in his pursuit of excellence.

As the time pass now the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet streets.

Taehyung stood alone on the university football field, the grass soft beneath his sneakers.

It was a rare moment of solitude, a respite from the constant whirlwind of attention that seemed to follow him everywhere.

He let out a slow exhale, his breath forming a mist in the chilly night air.

The weight of expectations pressed down on him, a constant reminder of the persona he had to uphold.

The heartthrob of the university, the captain of the football team - it was a role he played effortlessly, but sometimes, it felt like a mask he could never take off.

Running a hand through his hair, Taehyung's gaze swept across the empty bleachers.

He could almost hear the cheers and applause, could feel the eyes of admirers on him.

But beneath the surface, he was just Kim Taehyung, a young man trying to navigate the complexities of life.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability.

The pressure to always be perfect, to never show weakness, was exhausting.

He wondered if anyone truly understood the person he was behind the facade.

A sigh escaped him, carrying with it a mix of frustration and longing. He yearned for genuine connections, for someone who saw beyond the surface, someone who could share the weight of his responsibilities.

As he stood there, the night seemed to wrap around him, offering a brief respite from the demands of the day.

It was in this quiet moment that Taehyung allowed himself to acknowledge the depth of his emotions, a mixture of gratitude for his achievements and a longing for something more.

With a determined spark in his eyes, Taehyung made a silent promise to himself.

He would find a way to balance the image he projected with the person he truly was.

And perhaps, in doing so, he would discover the genuine connections he so desperately sought.

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The collage campus buzzed with life, but for Jungkook, it was a world unto itself.

A doe eyes fluff ball sat on the bench, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves.

His features held an air of innocence, a youthful charm that seemed to radiate from him.

His eyes, doe-like and expressive, traced the lines of the book with a mix of curiosity and wonder.

With each turn of the page, there was a subtle quirk of his lips, a fleeting smile that hinted at the joy he found in the world of words.

His skin held a porcelain-like quality, unmarred and almost ethereal.

It seemed to glow with a natural radiance, a testament to the gentle care he bestowed upon himself.

His lashes, dark and feathery, brushed against his cheeks with each blink, casting delicate shadows on his porcelain canvas.

Jungkook's fingers, slender and dainty, danced across the pages.

They moved with a grace that belied their strength, as if they were caressing the very heart of the story.

The way he delicately turned each page was a testament to the reverence he held for the tales held within.

There was an aura of vulnerability about him, an openness that invited others to glimpse into the depths of his soul.

Yet, there was also a quiet strength that emanated from within, a resilience that spoke of the challenges he had faced.

It was in this delicate balance of fragility and fortitude that Jungkook's true beauty lay.

His presence was a tapestry of emotions, woven together with threads of innocence, wisdom, and a touch of melancholy.

It was a sight to behold, a portrait of a soul that held multitudes within its tender embrace.

Jungkook's penchant for hoodies only added to his endearing charm.

The soft fabric enveloped him in a comforting embrace, creating a cocoon of warmth and security.

The oversized hood often framed his face, casting a gentle shadow over his features, lending an air of mystery to his already captivating presence.

The hoodies, worn and loved, seemed to hold a story of their own, each one a faithful companion to Jungkook's adventures in the world of books and beyond.

They bore the faintest traces of wear, a testament to the comfort and familiarity they provided.

In them, Jungkook found a sanctuary, a shield against the outside world, allowing him to navigate the collage campus with a sense of quiet confidence.

His adorable nature shone through, the hoodies emphasizing his youthfulness and playfulness.

There was a certain boyish charm in the way the fabric draped over his frame, hinting at a carefree spirit that was eager to explore and discover.

The contrast between the oversized hoodies and his slender figure created a visual harmony, a visual representation of the complexities that resided within him.

Those who were fortunate enough to witness him in his beloved hoodies couldn't help but be enchanted.

It was a sight that warmed hearts, a reminder of the beauty that could be found in simplicity and authenticity.

Jungkook, with his hoodies and his innate adorableness, was a living testament to the power of embracing one's true self, quirks and all.

But unknown to him there stood a male who was gazing him the loving eyes who was non other than..........

On the other side of the courtyard, Taehyung leaned against a brick wall, his gaze fixed on Jungkook. He couldn't tear his eyes away.

Taehyung's heart quickened its pace as he watched Jungkook from afar. There was a subtle grace in the way he turned the pages, a gentle furrow of concentration that tugged at Taehyung's soul. He yearned to bridge the distance, to understand the mysteries that danced behind those expressive eyes. The pull was inexplicable, a magnetic force he couldn't resist.

He was captivated by the mysterious boy who seemed to exist in his own little universe.

"Midget, look at my koo my adorable bun,"

Taehyung admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.

"He's looks so cute i will put him in my pocket, Jimine. I love him so much, I feel this... connection."

Jimin studied Taehyung's earnest eyes.

"You've got it bad, Tae," he teased gently.

"But remember, he's not like everyone else.

"That's why he is best". Hearing taehyung's reply jimin can't help but side eye his bestie.

He's got his reasons." Jimin knows...

Taehyung's best friend, soulmate Jimin, noticed Taehyung's longing glances towards Jungkook.

He had seen this look before, the look of someone madly in love.

One day, after classes, Taehyung confided in his best friend, Jimin, about the enigmatic boy who had captured his heart.

"Jimin, there's is a bunny you know a cutie patootie, let me show you," Taehyung admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.

But unknown to jimine what he saw was a adorable bunny boy who was sitting on swing munching on cookies who taehyung his alien bestie was referring as cutie patootie which the boy was .

I can't explain it, but I feel this... connection."

Jimin knew he had to help his friend, but he also understood the complexities of Jungkook's world.

Few moments later......

Yaaahhhhhhh you fucking alien what did you just called me !!!!!?????

He smacked on taehyung's head .

As taehyung pouted but soon smirked Taehyung feigned innocence, "But 'Midget' suits you so well, hyung!"

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