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Bonding Eternity - A Jungkook Fanfic

“We need a new blazer!” “Jimin’s makeup needs to be touched up!” “Make sure Yoongi’s mic is on this time!” The chaos of the dressing during the last few minutes before a performance always brought a special thrill. I had been running around like a madwoman as BTS’s personal manager for almost a year now, and it never got old. New problems always came up, and something new occurred every single time. They were waiting backstage as the performance before them came to an end. I ran up to them, relieved I didn’t miss the chance to do our backstage ritual. A few light punches on each of the members’ chests to remind them of who they were. The Bangtan Boys: Bulletproof. Coming to Jungkook last, I successfully threw the first light punch at his chest, but my second punch was quickly intercepted by his larger hand. I didn’t have time to react as he stole a quick kiss from my lips. Before I could regain my composure, he had already run on stage, and the performance had started. That sneaky little fox. Payback time. I waited for the perfect part of the song before putting my plan into action. “Oppa~, I wasn’t done with you yet,” I teased playfully as soon as he went to hit his high note in Dope. His voice cracked at my words, and his eyes widened slightly. He recovered quite well on the outside, but I could feel his irritation and slight feelings of lust. Their performance ended as they hit their final pose, and the stage dimmed to a black-out. I clapped as each of the members passed me backstage, throwing them a huge smile and exclamations of praise. My feet were torn from their spot as a hand snatched my wrist, and roughly pulled me through the maze backstage. I was pushed into an empty dressing room, followed by a panting Jungkook, who angrily slammed the door closed.
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Bonding Desire Chapter 14

I sat in bed, staring at the blank wall in front of me. BigHit had remained silent for days after the fake announcement and the arrest of my father. Emails, messages, and tweets continued to pour in, demanding a press conference, official statement, some kind of closure for the beloved member who they thought had passed. My father had been sentence to a lifetime in jail. Punishment for Jungkook’s supposed murder, as well as his previous murders from many years ago. With the Tae back, the dorm gained most of its light and happiness back, but a sense of dread hung over us as we continued to stall revealing our big secret. I glanced over at the man stuck in the center of all this, sleeping peacefully next to me. I was thankful he was finally getting some sleep after a week of insomnia-filled nights caused by nightmares and depression. Even with his eyes closed, I could see the dark circles that had formed under his eyes. I knew he was suffering. I could feel it through our bond. His career was on the line. His fans were on the line. The other members’ careers were on the line. The future of BTS was on the line. His future was on the line. I sighed as I turned my gaze to the blank spot on the wall I had been staring at all morning. I had been thinking up different ways to soften the hit of revealing our secret all week, one plan in particular playing in my mind over and over again. I had discussed the plan with PD-nim a couple days ago, and he agreed that it was the best way. I would have to tell the members after breakfast, and I knew Kookie wouldn’t like it. I felt movement next to me, and quickly looked over at Jungkook. “Gooooood morning Jagi,” he drawled huskily, a sleepy smile on his face. He propped up on his elbows, and jutted his chin forward. I smiled before leaning over to place a soft kiss on his lips.
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