The days when no technology existed, love was written on letters, eyes were met, hands were frequently intertwined and romance was real.
Going back to 1988 when distance separated two fated people letters and emails coexisted binding the lovers tog...
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"Hop on." Jennie is wearing a helmet now. She tilts her head back toward the empty seat of her bicycle, asking you to get on.
Girls with girls and boys with boys. Jennie and you. Jungkook and Nam Joo.
But Jungkook is prying about how he doesn't want to sit with Nam Joo. Doesn't really like the idea of it. But there are no alternatives. There are just two bicycles available.
Jungkook is being a little of a nuisance. And yes, Jennie proposed the idea of letting Jungkook sit behind her and have you sit behind Nam Joo–which he did not comply with either.
Jennie looks so done with him. She's piercing her gaze on him. Like she'd pick and throw him out with such force that there's no return for him.
"How about you walk, then? Burn some nice calories?" She suggests in sarcasm and Jungkook is scrubbing the back of his hair. Glances once at you and then back at Nam Joo. Can't come up with a decision. Don't know what to do.
But gladly, Nam Joo takes the lead before Jennie loses her composure.
"I'll make sure not to let you fall." He states, genuinely to Jungkook. "Only if you are nice." He points at his seat. "Or if you're not. I'm not going. You can sit." He suggests.
Jungkook looks a little embarrassed. Ducks his head lower. Has a helmet ready in his hand. Thoroughly thinks through. And everyone is waiting in anticipation.
He glances at you and then averts back at Nam Joo. "Can I drive instead?"
"I don't wish to die."
"No one is killing you."
"I highly doubt that's not true."
"C'mon—"
He nods and agrees. "Alright, since you're being nice about not killing me. Hop that ass." He gets off and Jungkook almost smiles. Doesn't show it yet. Thinks if he shows he's all nice to the guy who came for you, he'd lose.
And he hates losing.
But the question was, was he even competing?
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"I'm going to hold you tight," Nam Joo informs Jungkook as he settles comfortably behind him. Jungkook shrinks in his seat. Wiggles his shoulders. Feels a shuddering through his spine. Looks behind his shoulder and horrifyingly glares at him.
"You're sending me weird vibes." He is so not okay with him sitting with him suddenly.
Nam Joo deadpans. "If I'd given wired vibes. Your shoulders would not be the only thing I'd hold tight."
"Oh, I'm about to vomit—"
"stop being a dramatic person. Please grow up."
And before Jungkook is about to fight, Jennie drives past him with her cycle. Gives them no time to argue and take you off alone. And you're sitting in the backseat, hands wrapped warmly around Jennie's waist, looking so relaxed and happy. You gave no care, and it looked so good on you.
