~Even when happiness is your only pursuit in life, you still need a bit of hope to get you through.~
Bangtan Sonyeondan returns to the US to film a second season of American Hustle Life but, this time, they take the streets of New York.
While Farrah...
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/September 3, 2017/
Now, with each passing day, Farrah felt more and more as if she were in a dream—one that she never wanted to wake up from.
"누나," came a soft whisper just against her ear, "일어나."
Groaning, Farrah gave her best attempt at swatting the voice away and snuggled further into her warm blankets.
"누나," the voice repeated, "누나!"
Slowly, as her eyes opened in a glare, the golden maknae's grinning face came into view.
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She shook her head but couldn't help the smile that came to her lips; it still baffled her how much he had grown since the first season of American Hustle Life. Gone was the adorable boy that she'd considered him at the time, and in his place was an extremely handsome man.
Still struggling between actually getting up and staying bundled in the warmth of her comforter, Farrah turned away from her offender but started when she felt a very distinct draft; she'd apparently forgotten that all she wore to bed the night before was a pair of white cotton panties. Quickly covering up once more, Farrah shot up, wrapping herself even farther into the cream-colored comforter.
"야!" She exclaimed, fighting off the blush of a lifetime, "Let me get dressed!"
With wide eyes and red ears, Jungkook nodded and scurried away.
"미안해요," he muttered, bowing low as he closed the door behind him.
Farrah shook her head and flopped back into bed with a huff; how embarrassing.
When she made it downstairs minutes later, the cameras were already running as usual and even though it was clear that the staff was finishing up with their meals, the boys were simply waiting around anxiously. V slowly swiveled in one of the stools by the bar, Jungkook's gaze skillfully avoided her own, Namjoon and Jimin were playing a game of gin rummy (something she'd taught them only a few days ago), Suga and Hobi were goofing around as usual, and Jin was setting out a few breakfast ingredients.
