Jungkook

Jungkook was a university student, just like you, but he was deeply in love with you. He had little pictures of you that he adored; they were the only thing that made him feel your presence. Jungkook had always asked you to be his girlfriend, but you... always refused. But you had a reason: you had a complex about love. You're a beautiful girl, always attracting everyone's attention, and everyone wants to be with you. That's why you always refused relationships and men—because you don't trust men or love. Tonight, there was a university party, and everyone was there, including you and Jungkook. He asked you to be his girlfriend again, with a red rose, but you refused. "Please... I beg you, please be my girlfriend," he said, kneeling before you, hugging your waist and burying his face in your flat stomach. "I know I'm ugly... but no one is as beautiful as you... no one has ever cared for me like you have... Please, accept my love, accept my admiration. Please, I love you so much. Please love me. I'll do anything for you." He was crying through his tears, his face was stained with them, and he looked like a small child starving for love.