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Love at first sight (sign)- Jeon Jungkook
You shouldn't be so nervous to be at a fansign, but judging by the loud beating of your heart and the slight shake of your hands, you are.
It was pathetic really, especially since you didn't even stan the idols this fansign was for, but the shorter the line got, taking you one step closer to your destination, the more jittery you became. It must be the dozens of squealing, crying fans around you.
The reason you were here was because you recently moved to South Korea, more specifically to Seoul, to study at the University of Seoul, one of the best universities in Asia. Your sister happened to be a major fan of BTS, some boy group, and although you had no idea who they were, you did know she loved them too much for her own good.
So you thought that a good present for her 16th birthday would be a signed album from her favorite band, with personally-written messages inside. If only you knew that it would cost this much, you maybe would have changed your mind, but what's done is done.
You get ripped out of your thoughts when someone taps you on the shoulder, and you turn around, coming face to face with a young Korean girl, her black eyes filled with confusion. "Umm… it's your turn", she says, pointing toward the long wooden table in front of you, where the members of BTS were sitting by.
You blush, mumbling a quick apology before stepping forward, your legs leading you on their own to the first member, a pale man with mint hair, slightly parted on his forehead.
Although you don't know any of them, or even listen to their music, you know that BTS is huge, in South Korea and in the world in general. And judging by their looks alone, you can definitely see why.
"Hello", the man sends you a small smile, his sharp dark eyes noticing immediately that you were a foreigner, your eyes and tanned skin giving it away.
You smile back, trying not to look as flustered as you feel, bowing to the other man as you place your sister's album in front of him. "Hello", you say back, a year living in Seoul and studying beforehand giving you enough skills to successfully communicate.
"Ah, you know Korean, what a relief!", the man laughs slightly, his mouth stretching to reveal the most adorable gummy smile, the hesitance previously shown on his face gone.
You laugh at the other's reaction, introducing yourself quickly before explaining about your sister, and making small talk with Yoongi, who is a lot less intimidating than you had thought.
After you move on from Suga, who waves at you cutely as you move on, you pass the rest of the members one by one, not forgetting your sister's bias, Jimin, who's eyes turn into cute crescents when you tell him about your sister's immense love for him.
Before you know it, you've reached the last one, and the idea is surprisingly saddening. The guys of BTS are so much more humble and easy-going than you expected, and you must admit that Jimin is a charmer, just like your sister said.
"Hello", the soft, manly voice makes you raise your head, and you feel your heart drop to your underwear when you meet the dark doe eyes of the guy. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Jungkook".
The young man in front of you is gorgeous, and annoyingly, looks exactly like your type. Chocolate brown hair, pushed away from his small face to reveal dark eyebrows and piercing black eyes with a jawline that could kill. His mouth was stretched into a sweet smile, like a bunny, his upper teeth showing cutely, but he still looked ridiculously manly, with the piercings in his ears and the assortment of colorful tattoos on his hand.
You feel your face heat up, looking to the ground when you realize you've been staring blankly at the other, too caught up in his beauty. When you bring your eyes back, you're surprised to see there is a dark blush high on Jungkook's cheeks, his eyes swimming with an unknown emotion when he looks at you fiddling with the belt on your jeans, embarrassed.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N.", you finally answer, handing the now almost fully signed album to the older, trying to ignore the electricity you feel when your fingers brush, even when you see Jungkook's own eyes widen at the feeling.
"You're not from Korea, are you? Although you know Korean very well…", Jungkook asks, his face adorably confused as he looks at you, his eyes scanning your dark skin and wavy hair, clearly not Korean.
"No, I'm a foreigner but I study in Seoul. I'm here because of my younger sister, she's a huge fan of you guys.", you explain, the conversation with Jungkook flowing even easier than with the other members.
There's a look in Jungkook's eyes, almost as if he was just as flustered as you are, and maybe you just imagined it, but it seems like when you giggle at something he says, his eyes lock on you, burning into your skin when you laugh into the palm of your hand, pushing your dark locks behind your ear.
When the guard tells you to move along it almost makes you want to scream, because something about you and Jungkook feels so eeringly right, like you were meant to be.
Jungkook takes your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he rocks them back and forth, staring into your eyes, and you feel yourself falling, so deep you can't get out.
He must have done it to countless girls and boys before you, but for some reason you let yourself believe that the look in Jungkook's eyes means something different, that he found you just like you found him.
"I'll see you around?"
