Jungkook Jeon

I was a famous singer. All the girls looked at me with admiring glances, and most of them would kneel before me to ask me to date them. I ignored them. One day, at a fan signing event, a fan I had never seen before passed by me. Her hair was blonde, falling over her shoulder, and her bangs were beautiful, covering her forehead. Her eyes were violet, and her skin was white. I looked into her eyes and smiled at her as she handed me a gift: a rare and luxurious gold watch. It was clear that she came from a wealthy family. I was shocked because most of the fans give me nice or cheap things. I thanked her, and she said it was nothing. I signed for her and asked her name. For a moment, I forgot all the other fans and kept talking to her. "Can I have your number?"