Jeon Jungkook has lived his entire life trapped. Despite the fact his wheelchair should open doors for him and allow him to get around, he is confined to the house with a laundry list of conditions he can't quite understand. All he knows is that the...
The nineteen year-old exhales sharply once he is done setting up his Instagram account, feeling nervous. His aunt is very anti-social media, but he's nineteen now, so he thinks it's a risk worth taking, especially to potentially see who lies behind the Wattpad username.
"Why did I follow so many people?" The brunet grumbles aloud, hands shaking as he types in the username his reader gave him via Wattpad direct message.
His eyes widen as he stares at the account, not believing his eyes.
"Th-This? He's... gorgeous."
Jungkook whines as waves of anxiety crash down on him. There is no way this god is his mochi. Although, now that he thinks about it, it is fitting how someone whose words and support is so beautiful is beautiful himself.
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Swallowing, Jungkook hits the follow button and then goes to message the raven, not exactly sure what to say.
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"Oh, I'm so stupid. That was probably lame. How do you message someone who looks like an idol? I might as well be messaging GDragon or something because this is too unreal," Jungkook groans, resting his head on his desk, falling asleep until a vibration awakes him.
With wide eyes, the shy teen messages the college junior.
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