﹫ 𝓙eon ◟ 𝓙ungkook ݂ ⌆ ¹⁷

You had arrived in Miami just a few months earlier, determined to start over. You left everything you knew behind to build a new life. During the day and part of the evening, u worked as a waitress in a retro-style restaurant-bar, while some nights u went out dancing with your friends to unwind and forget your exhaustion.

One of those nights, u attended a private party organized by a friend of your cousin. You expected a quiet gathering, but you ended up surrounded by well-known figures in the music industry. Among them was a South Korean group called BTS, although they were completely unknown to u, since you had never followed anything related to Asian entertainment.

In the middle of the music, one of the members approached you and asked you to dance. He was incredibly attractive; the sleeve of tattoos covering his arm was as striking as his bunny smile. You accepted without hesitation. Jungkook moved with irresistible confidence, and with each step, he managed to make u more nervous.

After that song, u spent hours trying to get to know each other. Jungkook's English was very limited, so he sometimes asked his friends to translate a few phrases, but that didn't stop the conversation from flowing with laughter, gestures, and glances.

When u woke up the next day, regret washed over u. You hadn't asked for his number, and u felt a strange emptiness, as if you'd let a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip away. Resigned, u continued with your routine and went to work.

Late in the afternoon, fate surprised you again. When you looked up, u saw him sitting with the other six members of BTS and several members of his team. You were the only waitress available, so u had no choice but to serve them. As soon as u approached, the seven of them recognized you instantly, though they pretended not to. While they placed their order, they exchanged knowing smiles and discreet nudges toward Jungkook, enjoying watching him grow increasingly embarrassed in front of you