S I X T E E N

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❝ And when you're in my sight there's a spark that ignites in my eyes to stand up and try again ❞

S O O Y U N

HOW SHOULD I DESCRIBE JUNG HOSEOK when there's so much to say and pour out everything inside my heart to the literal sunshine ball who brings a smile to my face in the very beginning of the morning or just in general?

I still haven't entered their dorm. Bangtan's Soyeondan's dorm. I just don't think I should, although Jimin insisted I can stay over for tonight.

Wouldn't that be a little too much? It's a free offer, accept it Sooyun!

Oh, shut it brain! It's a once in a lifetime! Are you kidding me right now? You do realize I'm becoming the eight member of Bangtan in two weeks time, so I'll be staying with seven men anyway.

Holy shit. This really isn't happening.

My cheeks start to burn in embarrassment at my own thoughts.

This isn't a dream.

Hoseok hasn't moved an inch.

His sweet chocolate eyes just staring at mine from one to another, trying to read a story behind the window of my soul.

I want to say something, but my mouth is sealed, throat's dry, and hopefully, my eyes aren't giving away too much.

"Are you just going to stand there or come inside? It's going to be pretty chilly tonight and I don't want you to catch a fever. If Jimin finds out I leave you out here, he's going to kill me," he laughs under his breath, a radiant smile stretching across his face.

My eyes widen and heat doesn't waste a moment to spread throughout my face when he laughs again at my reaction, his hand sliding into mine, pulling me inside the dorm.

Oh no. I'm not okay.

He closes the door behind us once we're both inside and turns around, our eyes meeting. His chocolate eyes shine brighter than the moon, his adorable smile is warmer than the sun.

Is there possibly a solution to where I can not feel things for him? When I think about it, there is.

He's an idol.

I'm a fan.

The end.

Apparently.

But then he does the most dangerous thing ever since Seokjin slid his hand from my cheek and his fingers slip through my hair, letting the strands slide from the tips of his finger. He leans in, whispering in my ear, causing my cheeks to redden.

It's not what he says why I'm really warm. It's the fact he whispered in my ear.

I look a bright tomato right now.

"What why would Baekhyung do such a thing?" I almost yell on the top of my lungs when a tall man appears, his coffee brown eyes falling on mine and widen just a bit.

"Who's that?" He says in astonishment, rubbing the side of his neck. His eyes fall from mine to Hoseok, who's staring at me then at the other guy.

Staring at him subtly helps a lot, but keenly does more. So when I do, all these memories and the past suddenly washes through the memory lane in my brain and I'm suddenly brainwashed.

"Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook?" I barely get out, voice small.

He looks at me concerned, unsure why my voice sounds so hesitating as it's obvious that he is Jeon Jungkook of Bangtan Soyeondan. It's obvious it is Jungkook. But the one I knew who helped me train from Bang Si-hyuk's orders is a different story.

And before he could say anything, he's already taking steps towards me lightly yet confidently. We're standing at least two feet away in front of each other, him just staring at me. I can't make myself to look at him. How much he's grown up from a small iridescent guy to an adult who's a handsome shining star now.

Technically he's an adult according to the Korean age system.

"Park Sooyun?" His familiar warm voice lets out, his coffee irises melting into my caramel trembling ones and cheeks fail to stay in between warm and cold with his hand cupping my cheek.

It hurts so much, knowing he helped me practice during his trainee years and now . . . yes I know he's a member of Bangtan Soyeondan. I've known that.

After some time of him looking at me affectionately, I fail to keep this eye contact going and lower my head, eyes glued to the hard tile white floor.

"I missed you."

Tears begin to well up in my eyes, the corner of them noticing Hoseok's feets unable on deciding to leave or not. It's awkward alright, for him to be in the middle of this obstacle.

I know he's shocked.

He doesn't know about us.

Jungkook already knows who I am.

But does he remember anything about me becoming an idol, more or less becoming the eight member of Bangtan Soyeondan? Sure enough, Bang Si-hyuk had told him once or twice.

Uncontrollably as if there's no other choice, my hand curls into a tight fist and eyes are an ocean of tears, pouring out slowly. "I missed you too," those words are muffled once his arm snakes around my back, pulling me into him.

"I'm sorry," I say, sniffling, and grab onto his shirt, keeping my hand from trembling. Part of the reason why I'm shaking and a crying mess is because Jungkook's been part of my teenhood, and I'm already homesick.

"You shouldn't be sorry for whatever reason you are. I should be the one apologizing who left without a word and didn't say goodbye," he says in a whisper, tightening his arms around me. Being in his arms is a nice feeling, a warm feeling that cools down the heat in my cheeks from earlier's interaction with Hoseok. My head rests at the right of his chest, hearing the rhythm of his heart almost match mine.

By the time we're done staying in each other's embrace for about five minutes and hopefully, no one assumes we're in a relationship, my eyes search for Hoseok.

But he's nowhere to be found.

Jungkook and I pull away, beaming at one another and then laugh to cool down the temperature around us.

"Look at you! You've grown into a beautiful lotus flower!" He says, unashamed, laughing.

I roll my eyes playfully and lightly punch at his arm. He groans jokingly and laughs, noticing my shocked reaction. "It wasn't supposed to hurt that much at all!" I protest, huffing and cross my arms.

He pinches my cheeks and immediately blood boils my cheeks in annoyance.

"Hey what did I tell you about pinching my cheeks!"

We practically bicker over many things that come to our mind walking down the hallway to the living room and even dared one another to dance to one of a girl group's song, whoever makes it last there for whatever the occasion.

. . .

Closing my eyes and then opening them again, chest rising and falling, I am only focused on the pole. I know I am focused on the pole when my eyes dart at it and hands ball up to a fist, clenching every so minute.

As if I am gliding across the ocean like an angel, bouncing off my feet, reaching the pole, voluntarily, my body is in the air, curved with my feet raised and then-

I fall hard, legs curving up till my head which is thrown back and hits the bed again.

Silence.

I feel a verge of uneasiness knotting in my stomach and redness painting my entire face. Not in embarrassment, but in grave anger that I can't just leap over the damn thing.

"Don't overwork yourself. You're honestly doing amazing, Sooyun. These little and big mistakes you make shows that you're learning and improving," a steady summerlike voice says. My head whirls over my shoulder to see Hoseok standing against the wall, a smile playing at his lips.

I'm too embarrassed to say anything, feeling my cheeks burn as we lock eyes. He starts to walk towards me, reaching the mattress. He looks at me subtly before a smile paints his feature again.

"I didn't know you play sports. Specifically high jumping," he reaches out a hand with a content smile reaching at the end of his ears. Hesitantly, my hand reaches out to his and slides in, feeling him pull me to my feet.

"I've always loved sports, and high jumping just gives me that free feeling, you know? Hoseok, you're the reason why determination and hope are in me, through everyone."

All of this comes out without hesitation or vulnerability.

He blinks, blushing lightly, then chuckles out of embarrassment.

He considers this, his hand leaving mine. His touch was warm and sweet, the touch I never felt so burning even though we were only holding hands.

I want him holding my hand again. I want to feel his touch again.

Wait. No. Snap out of it Park Sooyun!

"You're the reason why I get out of bed, practice, practice, practice, and couldn't be any happier. Because of you. Because of army, my family, and loved ones. I wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for them."

"We're all family in this galaxy, Hoseok. We won't let each other fall unless there's no other choice." I should get back to practicing high jumping. It's already past 10:15 PM.

"Stars only fall for the best. Not if there's no other choice."

When he says this, my thought process rewinds like a mixtape.

"Hey, if it makes it any easier, just breath and concentrate. I've been watching you for around ten minutes, and you're doing amazing. But promise me to not give up. I have faith in you and feel you can perform the high jump successfully."

Hoseok had reattached the pole as soon as I walk back to the starting line. Stretching my arms, I take steady breaths and pretend he isn't there so I don't feel nervous more. I close my eyes and breath in and out, my feet just about kick into a run when I hear him say a painful but powerful and warm, a phrase of encouragement.

He said words.

He said exact words my father tells me.

Hoseok said those words.

"Go get em, tiger!"

A/N: Applause for the amazing, fabulous author-nim who's lacking in updates and being less energized than she usually is. Can you forgive her? Is this chapter any good? Is Go get em, tiger! Cringey? I actually think it kinda is but then again cute idk that's me 😅

Yes, Jungkook and Sooyun have reunited and Hoseok is lost lol and maybe jelly?

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