You're a close friend of Jungkook's, you choreographed Seven. He had never...really...met you though. And you thought you were ugly. You had his number and you guys chatted often. You'd spend three hours a day texting him, the three hours of free time you had other than to sleep.

You asked him personal questions. He answered without hesitation. You wanted to learn his heart, through and through. You just desperately hoped for him to like you by your personality, and not by your looks.

He'd spend days and days on you. 21 hours a week texting you. He wanted to learn your heart, through and through. He'd spend as long as he had if free time on you. He didn't care how long it took. He wanted to meet you. And love you. And tell you how much he adored you.

He might never get there, but he was going to try, even if it took his whole life. Every day he'd ask you questions, and your immediate responses made his heart flutter. Finally, he texted you one day, and said, "We should meet up in Seoul, at the nice cafe, yeah? You know what I look like already, let's see if I can find you by your aura there. 3pm on Sunday work for you?" You didn't want him to meet you yet. But you weren't going to turn him down.

3pm on Sunday, he walks in, looking around the cafe with the cute expression, putting in an earbud to muffle the loud cafe.