But the difference this time was that: she knew whom she was waiting for.
Her brain guessed an estimation of about 30% chance that the boy would be there again, singing horribly.
The fact that he sang bad lyrics made him stand out more for her, and she wasn't sure if that sounded positive or not.
Slow and hesitant claps broke her train of thoughts, and her eyes snapped up, instincts telling her it was him, but it wasn't.
Just another singer.
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Attention || Jeon Jungkook
FanfictionA singer at a bar who kept her from growing bored. ----------------------- Jungkook ff.
