A/N: So, yes it's going to be a bit cheesy. Yes, it's cliche. Yes, there's a typical noona plot that's a running theme for Jungkook. But this was literally requested and I decided that I wanted to try my hand at it. Let me know what you think. This first chapter is a little dry, imo, but it's just a building chapter so hopefully you stick with it. Also, yes, they are speaking in Korean. I am not going to write in romanized because I hate that, and I'm not going to type in Korean then post translations at the end because I also hate that. Just imagine they are speaking in Korean to each other lmao.
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There had been no warning that your life was about to change. No unusual weather, no ambiguous fortune in a tasteless cookie, no strange feeling swirling in your gut. You'd gotten up at your usual time, eaten your usual bowl of cereal while catching up on your emails since you didn't have any guests to cook for, and now you were taking the dog for a walk - all without a speck of difference from the numerous days before.
This was why you were so unprepared to see huge frightened eyes pleading you for something from behind your enormous mountain lilac shrub once you'd arrived back to your bed & breakfast. So unprepared that you let out an undignified squeal and nearly slipped right onto your ass.
Your golden retriever, Thor, was surprisingly calm and simply sniffing at the person with his tail wagging slightly. Of course, he was literally trained for this as he was your emotional support animal. He was most likely waiting for the person to give him permission to come closer.
"What are..." you began to question, only to be interrupted by the strange sound of multiple running feet and the high-pitched screaming of a group of people.
A terrified whimper came from the violet-flowered shrub when the voices got closer, and you began to see pieces of the puzzle coming together.
"Guard," you whispered to Thor, who quickly turned and plopped down in front of the bush, blocking the person from anyone's sight.
The group finally rounded the corner and you were shocked to see a huge crowd of mostly females with one or two guys, all wild-eyed and panting from running. One of them, a young girl with a camera looped around her neck and what looked like a BT21 hoodie, spotted you and waved.
"Excuse me! Have you seen a guy run past here? Tall with brown hair, wearing a black face mask and a black hoodie?"
You pretend to think. "Oh, him? Yeah, I just saw him get into a cab. Said he was going to Passionfish, I think."
The girl's face lights up. "Oh!! The restaurant! Maybe he's meeting up with the rest of the guys! Thanks!"
"No problem. What's the big deal though? He steal something?"
She giggles, the shrillness piercing your ears. "As if he would. I guess you're too old to know, but he's famous. I'm totally going to get him to see me and I bet he'll want to talk to me."
Ah. One of those.
"Oh, cool. Good luck with that."
The herd runs off, their ringleader now talking on the phone and probably trying to get a ride to the restaurant. You shake your head and head towards the bush, patting Thor on the head for a job well done.
"I think it's safe to come out now."
It takes a few seconds but you finally hear a rustling as the person works their way out of the branches and...
Oh.
Oh wow.
You'd thought your bush dweller to be any number of things. A punk hiding from someone he stole from. Someone getting bullied. Maybe some random famous golfer that stupidly walked too far away from his entourage.
