Seoul to L.A
3rd of December
Jungkook's POV:
The car ride is filled with laughter and camaraderie among the members, but my mind keeps circling back to Ariana. Something doesn't feel right, and her brave facade is starting to crack in my perception.
During the ride, I sit beside Ari, hoping to get a moment alone with her. "Ari, is everything okay?" I inquire, my concern evident.
She forces a smile, attempting to reassure me. "Yeah, just caught up with work. Don't worry about me, focus on the tour."
But her response feels rehearsed, and the unease lingers. As we engage in casual conversation with the other members, I can't shake off the feeling that Ariana is concealing more than just work-related stress.
I glance over at Ari, her silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the car lights. "Ari, you know you can talk to me, right?" I say softly.
She hesitates, and for a moment, I see vulnerability in her eyes. "Jungkook, it's just... a lot on my plate right now. I don't want to burden you before the tour."
I reach for her hand, a gesture to convey my support. "You're not a burden, Ari. We're a team. If something's bothering you, I want to be there for you."
Ariana manages a grateful smile, but there's an underlying sadness in her eyes. "Thank you, Jungkook. I appreciate it. Let's talk after the tour starts, okay?"
Though her words imply reassurance, an uneasy feeling persists. I can't shake off the suspicion that there's more to the story.
As we approach the airport, a subtle hesitation creeps into my mind. The excitement of the tour is still there, but an unexpected wave of doubt washes over me. I steal glances at Ari, who's managing a brave smile amidst her responsibilities.
"Jungkook, are you ready for this?" Jimin asks, snapping me back to the present.
I nod, trying to push away the sudden uncertainty. "Yeah, let's make this tour unforgettable."
Ari joins the group, her eyes reflecting a mix of pride and concern. "Remember, this is your moment. Give it your all."
Her words resonate, but an internal conflict intensifies. As we're about to board, I catch Ari's gaze. There's a vulnerability in her eyes, a hidden turmoil that she's masking for our sake.
On the plane, as the reality of leaving sinks in, doubt gnaws at me. Is this the right time? Should I have stayed back to support Ari during whatever she's dealing with? The cheers of the members around me become distant echoes as my mind races.
The hum of the plane's engines creates a steady rhythm as we soar towards the first destination of our tour. The absence of Ariana, my girlfriend, leaves an unexpected void in the midst of the excitement. The distance between us feels magnified at this altitude, and I can't help but dwell on the decision for her to stay behind in Seoul.
I find myself staring out of the window, lost in thought, the city lights below becoming a blur. It's not just the physical distance; it's the emotional gap that makes me restless. We got together recently, and her choice to remain feels heavier than I anticipated.
Time skip
Tokyo, Japan
8th of January, evening
Nobody's POV
Jungkook stood on stage, the roar of the crowd echoing in his ears. The energy was electric, but his mind was elsewhere. As he danced and sang, his thoughts kept drifting back to Ariana, thousands of miles away.
He tried to push aside the nagging feeling of doubt, but it was impossible to ignore. Ariana had been distant lately, and no matter how many times he tried to call or text her, she never seemed to have time for him anymore.
After the show, Jungkook retreated to his hotel room, feeling more alone than ever. He pulled out his phone and dialed Ariana's number, heart pounding as he waited for her to answer.
"Hey, Jungkook," her voice came through the line, sounding tired.
"Ariana, hey," Jungkook said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've been trying to reach you. Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine," Ariana replied, but there was something in her tone that made Jungkook's heart sink.
"Are you sure?" he pressed, unable to shake the feeling of unease. "You've been really distant lately, and I can't help but feel like something's wrong."
Ariana sighed, and Jungkook could hear the exhaustion in her voice. "I'm just really busy with work, Jungkook. You know how it is."
"But it feels like more than just work," Jungkook insisted. "I've seen the photos, Ariana. Who are those guys you're with?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and Jungkook's heart clenched with fear. Finally, Ariana spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're just friends, Jungkook. You have to trust me."
But Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that gnawed at him. "I want to trust you, Ariana. I do. But it's hard when you're halfway across the world, and I don't even know what you're doing."
"I know, Jungkook," Ariana said softly. "I wish I could be there with you, but I have to focus on my career right now. Can you understand that?"
Jungkook felt a lump form in his throat. "Of course, I understand. I just... I miss you, Ariana. And I don't know how much longer I can do this."
"I miss you too, Jungkook," Ariana whispered.
But Jungkook couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it than just work. "Is there someone else?" he blurted out before he could stop himself.
Ariana's eyes widened in surprise, and she felt hurt "What? No, of course not! How could you even think that?"
Jungkook felt a pang of guilt at the hurt in her voice, but he couldn't shake the doubts that had been gnawing at him for weeks now. "I don't know... It just feels like you're pulling away from me."
Ariana sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I'm not pulling away from you, Jungkook. I love you, you know that. But maybe we just need some time apart to figure things out."
Jungkook felt like he'd been punched in the gut. "Time apart? What are you saying?"
Ariana took a pause and said "I think we should take a break."
Jungkook felt like his world was crumbling around him. He had always thought that they were meant to be together
Jungkook felt like his world was crumbling around him as he listened to Ariana's words over the phone. Each syllable felt like a dagger to his heart as she uttered the phrase he had never imagined hearing from her: "Take a break."
"But why?" Jungkook's voice trembled with emotion. "What did I do wrong?"
Ariana's voice crackled through the phone, tears evident in her tone. "You didn't do anything wrong, Jungkook. It's just... things have been so complicated lately, and I don't know how to fix it."
Jungkook struggled to hold back his own tears. "But we can fix it together, can't we? We've been through so much already, Ariana. Please, don't give up on us."
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Ariana spoke again, her voice filled with sorrow. "I don't want to give up on us, Jungkook. But maybe we need some time apart to figure out what we really want."
A tear slipped down Jungkook's cheek as he tried to comprehend her words. "I don't know if I can do this, Ariana. Being without you... it's like losing a part of myself."
Ariana's voice was barely a whisper as she responded, "I know, Jungkook. And I feel the same way. But sometimes, the hardest decisions are the ones we need to make for ourselves."
Jungkook's heart ached as he realized the weight of her decision. "Okay," he managed to say, his voice filled with pain. "If that's what you need, then I'll give you the space you're asking for. But just know that my love for you will never fade, Ariana. No matter where life takes us, you'll always have a piece of my heart."
Ariana's voice was filled with emotion as she replied, "I understand, Jungkook. And I'll always cherish what we had together. I love you."
As they said their goodbyes, Jungkook couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the end, or just the beginning of a new chapter in their complicated love story.
Jungkook hung up the phone, feeling the weight of Ariana's decision crushing him. He couldn't bear the thought of being without her, of facing the days ahead alone. The pain was unbearable, and he needed an escape.
Without giving it a second thought, Jungkook grabbed his jacket and stormed out of his hotel room. He wandered through the streets of the unfamiliar city, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He needed to numb the pain, to forget even if just for a moment.
Eventually, he found himself at a crowded pub, the sound of laughter and music spilling out onto the street. Without hesitation, he pushed his way through the throngs of people and made his way to the bar.
He ordered drink after drink, the alcohol burning its way down his throat, dulling the ache in his heart. He tried to lose himself in the music, in the sea of faces around him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the memory of Ariana's voice, her words echoing in his mind.
Jungkook sat at the bar, nursing his drink as he watched the crowd around him. A woman approached him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Hey there," she purred, sliding onto the stool beside him. "You look like you could use some company."
Jungkook forced a smile, the alcohol already starting to cloud his judgment. "Maybe I could," he replied, his voice thick with longing.
The woman leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I can help you forget about whatever's bothering you," she whispered seductively. "I promise, you won't regret it."
Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest as he considered her offer. It would be so easy to give in, to lose himself in her arms for just one night. But deep down, he knew that it wouldn't make the pain go away.
"I... I don't know," he stammered, his resolve faltering.
The woman pressed closer, trailing her fingers down his chest. "Come on, baby," she coaxed, her voice dripping with honey. "Let me show you a good time. You won't regret it, I promise."
Jungkook's head spun with desire and confusion. He wanted to say yes, to let go of his inhibitions and lose himself in the moment. But he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at him, the knowledge that he was betraying the woman he loved.
"I... I can't," he said finally, his voice barely a whisper.
The woman's expression hardened, disappointment flashing in her eyes. "Fine," she spat, pushing herself away from the bar. "You don't know what you're missing."
As she stormed off into the crowd, Jungkook felt a pang of regret wash over him.
Jungkook's resolve crumbled in the face of temptation, and he nodded eagerly, following the woman into the crowd. He caught up to her just as she disappeared into the dimly lit dance floor.
"Wait," he called out, his voice barely audible over the pulsating music.
The woman turned around, a knowing smile on her lips. "Changed your mind, huh?" she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Jungkook nodded, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice filled with longing. "I need this."
Without a word, the woman took his hand and led him deeper into the crowd, their bodies moving in sync with the pulsing beat of the music. Jungkook's mind was a whirlwind of desire as they found a secluded corner of the club, away from prying eyes.
In the dim light, their lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a firestorm of desire between them. Jungkook felt himself losing control as he surrendered to the intoxicating rush of pleasure, the world around him fading away until there was nothing but the woman in his arms.
For a fleeting moment, he forgot about Ariana, about the pain and longing that had consumed him. All that mattered was the heat of their bodies pressed together, the taste of her lips against his.
But in that moment, as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, Jungkook pushed aside his doubts and surrendered to the overwhelming rush of sensation. He needed this, he told himself, if only to forget for just a little while longer.
Jungkook's heart raced with anticipation as they moved together on the dance floor, their bodies pressed close in the dimly lit club. He felt a surge of desire coursing through him, his hands trembling with eagerness as they explored the curves of the woman's body.
Their movements grew more intimate, their hips grinding together in a sensual rhythm as they surrendered to the pulsating beat of the music. Jungkook's breath quickened as he felt the heat between them intensify, his fingers tracing the contours of her skin with a hunger that bordered on desperation.
The woman's lips brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine as she whispered seductively, her voice barely audible over the thumping bass. "You want this, don't you?" she murmured, her words sending a jolt of electricity through him.
Jungkook could only nod in response, his mind clouded with desire as he surrendered to the intoxicating rush of sensation. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together in a dance of fire and ice.
His hands roamed eagerly, tracing the curves of her body with a reverence that bordered on worship. He felt her breath hitch as he trailed kisses down her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
For a moment, they were lost in each other, the world around them fading away until there was nothing but the heat of their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of desire. And as they rocked together in perfect harmony.
Their lips collided in a feverish kiss, tongues intertwining as they pushed through the crowded dance floor. Jungkook's hands roamed hungrily over the woman's body, his hunger evident in the way he pulled her close, his touch igniting flames of desire.
As they moved towards the exit, the anticipation crackled between them, their need growing with each step. Bursting through the club's doors, they stumbled up the stairs, their urgency palpable as they reached the room above the pub.
Their lips stayed fused, insatiable and filthy, as they entered the room. Fingers worked feverishly to strip away clothing, revealing skin that begged to be touched. Jungkook's voice dripped with lust as he whispered dirty promises into her ear, his words setting her ablaze with desire.
"You're driving me crazy," Jungkook growled, his voice thick with hunger. "I need to taste you."
The woman moaned in response, her own desire matching his as she clawed at his clothes, desperate to feel his skin against hers. "Yes," she gasped, her voice dripping with filth. "I want you inside me."
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Monaco
8th of January, afternoon
In the dimly painted sky, Ariana found herself gasping for breath, her body wracked with exhaustion. Heavy breathing and moans of exertion filled the air as she fought against an unseen force, the sound echoing off the walls of the confined space.
Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, mingling with the grime and oil that coated her skin. With each attempt to free herself, she felt the weight pressing down on her, threatening to crush her spirit along with her body.
"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, the frustration evident in her voice as she struggled against the invisible barrier. Every movement was met with resistance, her muscles straining against the unseen force that held her captive.
Panic threatened to overwhelm her as she realized the gravity of her situation.
As Ariana's panic rose, a familiar voice cut through the tension. "Ariana! Are you okay?" The voice belonged to Alexander
Ariana's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the voice "Alexander, I'm stuck!" she called out, relief flooding her at the sound of his familiar tone.
Aaron's heart raced as he heard his sister's distress. "No shit Sherlock, I can see" he tried to joke to not make Ariana feel panicked. He quickly signaled to the crew, who rushed to their aid. Together, they worked tirelessly to stabilize the car and free Ariana from the wreckage.
With their combined efforts, the car was finally settled, and Ariana was safely extracted from the twisted metal. Alexander rushed to her side, his heart pounding with worry as he enveloped her in a tight embrace.
"Are you okay, bellissima ?" Alexander asked, his voice filled with concern as he surveyed her for any signs of injury.
Ariana nodded weakly, tears of relief streaming down her face. "I'm okay, thanks to you and the crew," she murmured, her voice filled with gratitude.
Alexander's tough exterior melted away as he hugged her close, his own eyes misty with emotion. "I was so scared, bellissima," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you."
In that moment, surrounded by the fading light of the dimly painted sky, Ariana and Alexander found solace in each other's arms.
Ariana held onto him tightly, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the strength of the bond. Despite the chaos and danger that surrounded them, she felt a sense of peace knowing that Alexander was by her side.
"I'm here, in your arms" Ariana whispered, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "I'm safe now, thanks to you."
Alexander pulled back slightly, his gaze searching hers as if trying to reassure himself that she was truly alright. "I just can't bear the thought of losing you, Ariana," he confessed, his voice breaking with emotion. "You mean everything to me."
Tears welled up in Ariana's eyes as she reached up to wipe away a stray tear from his cheek. "And you mean everything to me too, Xander," she replied, her voice filled with love and gratitude.
As Ariana and Alexander embraced tightly, lost in their own world of sibling affection, unbeknownst to them, a camera flashed nearby. The paparazzi, lurking in the shadows, seized the opportunity to capture the tender moment between the famous siblings.
Feeling the warmth of his embrace, Ariana closed her eyes, savoring the comfort and security he provided. Alexander held her close, his arms wrapped protectively around her, a silent gesture of love and support.
That's it for the day, for those who've read the part I posted this earlier week, I am sorry cuties but that part wasn't as appealing as this one to me so I wrote forty two chapter all over again, so pretend you never read that okay?