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26. morning

26.

JUNGKOOK'S POV
(translated)

My eyes are trained on Jae as she is speed walking out of the lobby. I can't help but zone out thinking about our day, and I don't realize I'm smiling until I blink back into reality and all my members are laughing at me.

"What the hell?" Yoongi can't catch his breath.

I roll my eyes and suddenly feel small. I don't know why I felt like kissing her goodbye, but I couldn't help myself. I have a strong physical attraction, along with our mental attraction, towards her that I don't know what to do with.

"How was the Amusement Park?" Jin is also laughing. They all are.

"Good," I mumble to myself.

The seven of us are ushered into leaving the facility and towards our ride. I know I should be nervous and excited about meeting Zedd, but my mind cannot stop thinking about Jae. I sigh and snap out of my thoughts when one of my managers hands me my camera.

"Thanks." I say, and then I suddenly remember, "Can you get your hands on an extra backstage crew pass?"

He is already confused by my question.

"Why?"

"I found another crew member stranded around here..."

A smile spreads on his face as if he doesn't believe what I'm saying.

"For Jae?" he raises his eyebrows.

"What? No?"

"He can't go a second without talking about her," Hoseok interjects.

His fingers dig into my shoulders and I'm wincing but pretend not to feel it. We're standing outside the van as all my other members have already piled in.

"It's you guys who can't stop talking about her," I say, but it comes out like I'm whining.

But it's true.

"She's just too cute not to talk about," Jimin shouts jokingly from his seat in the back of the van. The rest of them start giggling in small snorts.

I look at him but don't show my emotion with my expression. I know he is joking— I just don't like them talking about her in that way. I'm uncomfortably smiling to myself as I'm listening to all their laughs and climbing into the van. I follow Hoseok in and sigh into the seat.

My feet hurt from walking around the park all day, but each time I feel soreness I'm tempted to smile. It's was so worth it. I just hope this feeling goes away before our performance tomorrow night.

"I can dig one up," my manager says softly to me with an assuring smile, "Who is it for again?"

"Kang Da— David Kang," I stutter awkwardly. Americans.

He cocks an eyebrow at me, "Why am I doing this?"

I'm reluctant to answer and attempt to whisper, "It's her brother."

The van erupts in a bunch of loud, over exaggerated groans and pitiful sounds from all of my members. Their teasing has hit an all time high, but I'm beginning to get used to it. The more they tease me, the more I get accustomed to this idea of always having Jae around. It's a comforting feeling.