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35. snatched

Jimin is holding the white plastic bags of food in his hand and my eyes refuse to leave them. My stomach has growled about ten times in the last five minutes.

"You haven't eaten?"

"No. I was so nervous for today," I admit.

He sighs, "I was too. Performing was difficult."

I squeeze his hand and give him a smile. I know I said I was nervous, but I'd have to admit to myself that I'm still nervous. That contract was more than I expected, but I don't want to question him about it. Jungkook seemed just as anxious as me throughout everything, so I figure it isn't for him to hear my complaints.

I am apprehensive when we enter the building. The staff bow their heads at us and I'm late to react. Shit.

How long is it going to take me to bow when I'm supposed to?

"Only Taehyung is here," Jimin tells me when we enter the elevator.

He's reading off his phone and I peer over to see that they're in a group chat together on KakaoTalk. That's adorable.

"Are you coming to the wedding?" Jimin looks at me.

I furrow my eyebrows at the question. A wedding? What?

Jungkook is quick to answer my inner thoughts, "I didn't mention it yet."

"Oh," Jimin says shyly, "Sorry."

The conversation is saved once again by the arrival to our destination. The elevator doors open and I'm in awe at what I'm seeing. It is only fitting that such an amazing group of talented artists would be staying in a suite this nice.

"Wow," is all I can say. Everything is so new and fresh just like their company's building.

Their image is kept clean even in the confinement of their own personal space. I can't help but wonder if I'm cut out for this. I'm technically part of their image now. Whatever I do will directly impact them— especially as a frenzy for news outlets.

I don't know if it's my hunger or the pressure I've just put on myself from my thoughts, but I'm starting to feel nauseous. I swallow hard to rid myself of the feeling but it's difficult to do— I feel terribly nervous about everything.

"Noona," Jungkook approaches me.

I hadn't noticed he and Jimin started to walk in a different direction.

His hands grip me by my elbows and I have to tilt my head back to look up into his eyes. It's the most concerned I've seen him. My reflection in the mirror on the wall tells me I'm awfully pale and nauseous looking.

"I'm okay," I assure him. My voice is hoarse.

I cough lightly and release a slow breath to relax. When I gulp nervously, I feel vile being pushed down. Oh no. I hope I'm not getting sick. Am I overthinking everything?

His hand pushes my hair back from my face and presses firmly against my forehead. My eyes go wide at the gesture.

"Babe," I say shyly, using my hand to urge his arm away.