The next morning, I park quickly when I reach the university. I can't help but feel thrilled when I see Jungkook and Jimin already outside, talking to each other. They are calm and collected, but they seem to be enjoying themselves. I'm still so stressed on the situation with J-hope.
If he is leaving in two days, that means I'll need to somehow get all the members together in two days. I am running both on my one week time limit Mom gave me, as well as the forty-eight hour time limit given to me by J-hope.
I am eager to find Jin.
"Jungkook-ssi, Jimin-ssi," I call out as I draw closer to the two.
Both turn and offer me little smiles.
Jungkook wears some nice jeans and a business casual white shirt along with a black jacket. Jimin also has jeans on with a snugly looking green sweater, and to add to the effect, he is wearing black rectangular glasses giving him a cuddly and more boyish look.
"Shall we head out for Konkuk University?" I'm rushing a bit, but I'm nervous and sweating under my warm layers of clothes.
"Sure. Are we taking one car or something?" Jimin glances around.
"I can drive my own car and can give you two a ride if you need one." How I'll actually manage to drive with these two boys in my car without having a nervous breakdown, I'll have to figure it out.
"Don't worry, I can drive," Jungkook tells Jimin. He shifts his gaze to me next. "We can follow each other to Konkuk."
Well that saves me from worrying about having a nervous break down.
"Sounds great," I chirp. I'm about to head back to my car, adrenaline pumping in me.
"Have you thought of how to find Jin?" Jungkook cuts into my excitement with common sense.
"Oh, um, Jimin-ssi, do you now where exactly the Department of Film is?" I blush.
"I can look it up," Jimin says kindly.
Jungkook sighs quietly. "Have you come up with what exactly you're going to say to him when we find him also?" he presses.
"I'll figure it out," I rub the back of my neck, unable to meet his eyes.
Jungkook looks me dead on in the eye, entrapping my gaze. "Nari, you need to pull yourself together. You can't expect to just walk up to someone and start asking them questions about other people and that sort of things. Kim Seokjin is twenty-five years old. He'll expect maturity and organization."
Twenty-five years old.
"Found it," Jimin says happily and shows me the directions. "And as for locating Kim Seokjin, we can ask the front desk or someone. I'm sure they'll know."
"Good idea," I say, relieved with Jimin's reason and sensibility. "By the way, I found and talked with Jung Hoseok yesterday," I suddenly remember to tell them. "He's one of the men I listed to the two of you."
Jimin raises his eyebrows. "What happened?"
I duck my head a little. "Well, you see, I got his number, and we're hopefully going to meet within two days time before his street dance group leaves Seoul."
"I'm still a little confused on why you're even trying to get everyone together," Jimin tilts his head a little.
"It's extra credit," Jungkook abruptly says. "We can get into the details later. We should head to Konkuk now before things start getting busy."
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Stolen Reality ✓Fanfiction
What if Jungkook was never the 'Golden Maknae.' What if Jin was never the 'Third Guy From the Left.' What if BTS was never BTS. What if reality was rewritten. And it was all because of one girl. [Status]: Completed/ Editing [Award]: BTS Fanfiction A...