28.
I'm standing and being supportive of them when they hit the stage; however, my mind is truthfully elsewhere.
My phone feels hot in my hand as I'm holding it and I want so badly to continue to see what's being said but I can't bring myself to do it. Taehyung? Really? How can anyone confirm anything when neither of us or a company has made a statement?
My eyes feel glossed over as the performance is going on. My head feels heavy and although I can see them moving around in real time, it's as if information is being relayed to me seconds too late.
I clench my fists and furrow my eyebrows at the feeling— it hurts. I can admit I'm having some type of anxiety attack.
I'm hiding behind the people in front of me to stay out of fancams.
Why did Tae have to acknowledge me? Why did I have to touch him? Is it because they don't care about the rumors? Could it be wrong for me to say that Taehyung was selfish in what he did? Maybe he was prepared for the fancams and tweets— but I wasn't.
I can't be ready. Their company told me so.
I blink and it seems like their performance is over. The crowd erupts in the loudest cheers I have heard the whole night.
The wide smiles on their faces tell me they're confident about their stage but my mind is unable to linger on them for too long— even if Jungkook's eyes start searching the crowd in my area.
I'm terrible because I can't recall a dance move they did. When the performance comes to an official end I leave my seat and go to find the exit. I don't care if I'm being rude for missing Janet Jackson' performance— for once I am putting myself first.
I pull out my phone and text David once I'm in the outer halls of the arena.
You: hey. When you're ready to leave lmk
David: damn
Does that mean I have to leave rn
You: I would like to ):
David: rlly
Come on
I made friends
I'm frustrated and want to curse him out via text but I realize my emotions are getting the best of me.
You: I'll wait for you.
David: noona
I'm confused momentarily until I remember who he's with. I bite my lip and take heed of what I'm typing.
You: jkie
great performance!!
David: what's wrong?
You: twitter 😢
David: i didn't see yet
don't have phone
I will look right now
You: nonono
please don't look
celebrate
David: it's bad?
You: depends on how u see it
David: I won't look
I want to see you tonight
You: you have time?
David: yes
i make time
after v-live
You: you're not going to some fabulous afterparty?
David: we couldnt do that to namjoon
You: oh
David: you're upset
You: no!!
I'm so happy for you ❤️❤️
David: thanks 🤣🤣
You: can u ask David to leave?
I want to avoid the crowd
((((:
David: yes
I will text u later
when I have phone
You: okayyy (((:
David: too many fake smileys
You: omg stop
David: we text everyday for 2 month
I know fake smiley
yanno?
You: go be with your members pls
David: meet me
my room
12
even if I don't text
ok?
You: okay
see u later 😘😘😘
David: gross don't send your brother kissy emojis
You: can u leave now
David: yeah
Twitter is rlly bad lol
You: I KNOW
David: ok damn give me two mins
I exhale deeply and my shaky finger taps on the Twitter application. I'm scared to look but it will be inevitable and I need to know what's going on. I realize official BTS update accounts are covering the story. Whatever story they think they have.
That tweet is just one amongst many. Although I am reading the Hangul tweets in broken translation, I get the gist of what is being said. I'm being terrorized for being American.
People are so cruel; I thought it wouldn't affect me but I can't help but feel helpless. So many users are attacking me for touching a shoulder. They don't care about the smile on Taehyung's face, or the happiness of any of the members. How could these fans be so mean?
"Hey," David brings my eyes up from my phone.
I don't realize I'm crying until his frame is a blurry mess. I blink and tears fall slowly down my cheek. I wipe them away quickly and get myself together. Words hurt— but all of this is a stupid mess. I'm better than this.
"Woah," my brother's eyes go wide, "Ignore the stupid bitches of the internet."
"I know," I sniffle. Just thinking about it is starting to make me angry.
How could they judge someone they don't know? How could people be so narrow minded that they disregard the boys' happiness for their own fantasy of being with them?
They act as if dating me would make Jungkook love his fans less.
"Let's go," I throw my phone into my bag and start to walk towards the exit. David follows silently behind me.
✱ ✱ ✱ ✱
JUNGKOOK'S POV
(translated)
11:57PM.
My members and I have just finished video chatting with our fans on V-live when I become anxious to see Jae. Our managers did not let us use SNS until our V-live was over, and we had the comments disabled for the entirety of the broadcast.
The other members are celebrating and drinking as I check my camera to see what my auto-focus has captured.
My members are being loud and celebratory while I'm looking at the footage. I'm going to include some of this in my next G.C.F.
As I'm inspecting the footage, I can't help but notice the limited behavior of Taehyung throughout the entirety of the reel.
I click the reverse button a few times to rewatch his facial expressions and movements, because they are odd enough to stick out when in comparison to the rest of us.
We are all clapping yet he is distant; His mind is on something else. He is eating to make up for the awkwardness.
I feel as though I've watched it over ten times before I realize that he might know what's going on. He's not telling us. I have a feeling it has to do with why Jae is upset.
"Hyung," I look up from my camera.
They all look at me.
"V-ssi," I correct myself and his eyebrows raise as a response. I use my hand to motion him over to me.
Taehyung is visibly anxious when he stands from the couch. I'm watching him carefully and analyzing his expression. He's being too quiet and in this situation it is unlike him.
"What happened?" I ask him.
"What?"
"You know what," I say lowly to him. I don't want the other members to hear me.
He is biting the inside of his lip nervously and I cock my head to the side. I'm impatient.
"It's all over Twitter," he admits, "David showed me a clip that is online."
I'm confused as to what he's talking about.
"A clip of what?"
"Me and... Jae."
Emotion from my face drops.
"What do you mean?"
My face feels hot now. My body is feeling anxious but for some reason I am also mad. I'm mad at Taehyung and I don't know why.
Taehyung is taking too long to answer me so I look to the staff hurriedly. My eyes scan through all the people in the room until my eyes land on Seokju— he has my phone and has been holding it captive since our performance.
I place my camera down on the table and leave Taehyung without saying anything. David showed him a clip? And not me?
"I was tol—"
"Seokju-ssi," I call, cutting off Tae.
Seokju's eyes meet mine and he is in the middle of chewing when he freezes.
"My phone," I put my hand out, "Please."
"Jungkoo—"
"I know what's on it," I lie.
Seokju is watching me carefully. His response only confirms that somethings is going on. I know Jae told me that it was Twitter related, but given how sensitive she is about anything to do with me and her on Twitter I figured it was just more conspiracies.
With Taehyung now involved and acting the way he is, I'm sure it is more than that.
"Thank you," I praise him with a nervous smile.
My home screen tells me it is just after 12. Jae must be waiting for me.
"I'll be right back," I tell all my members. It's a lie.
Taehyung dodges my eyes but the rest of them all look at me.
"Where are you going?" Jimin asks. He has two glasses of champagne in his hands.
"My room," I tell them.
I don't allow them to pester me with anymore questions when I exit the hotel room. We had paid for a room specifically to celebrate in and broadcast a V-live.
I am relieved to see Jae waiting outside my room when I make my way down the hallway. Her hair is damp and she is adorable wearing a matching light blue pajama set. My smile grows when I get close to her but she looks as if she has been crying.
"I'm sorry," she says just above a whisper.
This must be serious. I use my keycard to swipe into my room and allow her to walk in first. The room is much colder than when I was surrounded by staff in the other one. I shrug off my red jacket and throw it carelessly on the floor. Jae is looking at me worriedly.
"Jae-ya," I hold her cheeks in my hands.
Her face is puffy and irritated. I can tell by her stained cheeks that she was only crying minutes before coming up to me.
"Jungkook, I really messed up. I don't know. You're going to hate me."
"I don't think so," I shake my head.
"There's a video," she says, "Everyone on Twitter has seen it. Taehyung and I are on a fancam."
"Doing what?" I ask.
My heart is beating against my chest. What could they have done in public for a fancam to catch them?
She reaches into her short pockets and retrieves her phone. I'm watching my girlfriend visibly nervous tapping around to get to the video. It doesn't take her long to open a tweet. The video she is showing me has millions of views.
JAE'S POV
(translated)
Standing in this hotel room right now took every ounce of shame I had. I wouldn't say I was sobbing for an hour or anything— but there were some tears streaming down my face because of how guilty everyone online is making me feel.
I don't even care about these random people on the internet. I really don't. I have become accustomed to the hate— it only took me minutes to do that; however, it is Jungkook who I am worried about.
I watch Jungkook's expression carefully while he is watching the video. His eyes are narrowed, intensely paying attention and he is standing in a tense manner.
I feel smaller than usual compared to him. Maybe it's because of his boots, but I am intimidated. It appears that he has already washed his face from the stage makeup but his hair is still styled so nicely. I feel like I am ruining one of the best nights of his life.
"The video is fine," he blinks at me.
"Fine?" I ask, "You really don't care about going public, do you?"
"Jae-ya, I have expressed that I want everyone to know about us."
"But I don't," I frown.
I look at my phone again and go searching for the articles. Maybe after he reads them he will understand where I am coming from.
"You're embarrassed of me?" He is surprised.
"No!" I say quickly, "I am worried for you! Look at what everyone is saying."
I give my phone back to him and have somehow gotten ahold of Korean versions of the news articles that are surfacing. So many people are curious about what is going on that there are several different language versions of anything and everything to do with me and Tae.
Jungkook's expression visibly changes when he reads the headlines confirming my "relationship" with Taehyung.
He grabs the phone from my hand and has to sit down on the bed as he goes scrolling for more.
"Those are Engli—" I try to say.
"I can read it," he is monotoned.
I swallow hard nervously and lean my butt against the desk. I'm biting my nails absentmindedly as I watch him. I can tell he is struggling to read the English but unfortunately given that I use English as my primary language on my phone, it is all that is being recommended to him.
I am scared to say anything. I want to translate for him but he is totally zoned in.
"Jungkook," I peep.
I glance at the phone. There are GIFs of me touching Tae's shoulder but then it cuts to some suggestive smiling expression on Taehyung's face.
Jungkook goes searching in his pocket for his phone. He has both of the phones out as he opens Twitter.
"This upsets me," he admits.
"It upsets me too," I say.
"No," he shakes his head, "You're upset because you are being pinned with someone in BTS."
I open my mouth to speak but he continues.
"I am upset because you're with me. Not him."
"Your compan—"
"Stop," he locks both of the phones. He is calm but also nervous as I'm watching him place the two devices next to him on the bed.
I let silence fill the air. I don't know what to say. I'm really bad in situations like these. I have trouble expressing my true feelings.
Jungkook stands up and looks at me. He isn't crying, but I can see the sadness in his eyes. He approaches me and lifts one hand to hold my cheek. His thumb is resting just under my eye. I rest my cheek against his palm and feel him pull me slightly towards him to kiss him.
His lips are gentle and kind against mine when he touches them. I don't know what it is about his kiss, but it's emotional. I'm breathless when he breaks away. He remains close to my face.
"I trust you," he tells me, "And that means more to me than anything else."
We are so close that staring into his eyes almost hurts. I do so anyway because I am so intrigued by what he is saying that I can't focus on anything else.
I lift my hand and place it on his wrist.
"Do you want to be in a relationship with me?" He asks.
"Yes," I say. No hesitation needed.
I have turned into a mess from this conversation. I cannot stop the tears from escaping down my cheek. His thumb brushes one away but they continue. I can feel my eyelashes bunching together from the wetness. I really am a prissy princess.
"I am happy. The rest falls in after. Remember?"
"Okay," I nod, "I don't want you to be hurt."
"I'm not. I'm only hurt the longer these rumors continue."
I have gathered from this conversation that Jungkook was under the impression that I wanted to hide him. It's hard for me to express that I am just deathly afraid of all the hate he will get for no reason. I once thought that internet hate didn't affect me, but I was wrong. I don't want them to get him. He is too pure and amazing for that.
"What will you do?" I question.
I lift my hands and use my fingers to wipe away my tears. He drops his hand from my face and grabs me a tissue. I use it to wipe my cheeks because I know if I blow my nose it won't be cute.
"I'm not sure."
"You have an idea. I know you." I give a small smile.
"I know." A grin spreads on his face.
I sigh, "Your company doesn't care?"
I can't help but keep asking about it. I know that I can't post about him. But can he post about me?
"You're so worried about that," he rolls his eyes, "I make them money, you know? They should do what I say."
I laugh because of his teasing tone and instantly my mood is brighter. I wipe the last of my tears and throw away the tissue. I look in the mirror on the wall and my eyes go wide in horror at how red my cheeks are.
"Noona," his arms go around my waist.
I stare at our reflection in the mirror and can't help but smile. He is amazing, adorable, kind and everything in between. He is perfect. Everything about him. I am totally screwed. I am emotionally attached now and am scared for when he leaves.
My sigh is shaky and our eyes meet through the reflection. I relax into his chest. He is still adorned in his white button down shirt and jeans from when he was on stage.
"I don't care if people know," I find the words, "You make me very happy."
His ears perk when I say that. I can tell he enjoyed hearing me say that.
We stand in silence for a moment and he is rocking us back and forth in an absent habit like he always does.
"Are you okay?" I ask and drop my tone.
"Hm?" His chin is resting on my head. It's cute the way we're just staring into our reflection.
"Everyone thinks I'm with Taehyung..." I trail.
"I'll fix that," he says smugly.
"How?"
"I don't know yet."
"Yes you do," I accuse him and turn.
He is biting his lip with a mischievous smile.
"I don't," he shakes his head. "You looked beautiful today."
His change in subject is enough for me to call him out, but I can't deny how shy the comment has made me. The selfie that I tweeted is my most retweeted and liked selfie that I have ever shared. When the fancam came out, it gathered over 800k likes as if I was announced as the new member of BTS.
"Thank you," I reply shyly.
He uses his hand to lift my chin.
"I'm not kidding. I saved your selfie."
"Why?" I gape.
"I looked at it for a while," I can't tell if he is teasing or being serious.
I push at his chest and he stumbles back. He is laughing at me with some giddy expression that I can't decipher.
"Really?" I ask seriously.
"Yes," he is unbuttoning his shirt.
"Hey," I grab his hand, "What are you doing?"
"Changing," he says innocently.
"My ass," I accuse him in English.
"What?"
I close my eyes and grab the bridge of my nose with my thumb and pointer finger. I'm going to have to stop letting these English phrases slip from me because in unknowing context it sounds very odd.
"You're teasing me," I frown.
His button down shirt is off but he's wearing an undershirt. His muscles are exposed but I don't cover my eyes this time. I think I've deserved to see his arms given the circumstances of what happened here just yesterday.
"Is it teasing if we do something about it?" He asks me with a cute smirk.
"Don't be bold. It confuses me."
He chuckles and unbuttons his jeans and kicks off his shoes. I purse my lips with raised brows because I'm not going to give in to looking. I keep eye-contact and he is challenging my stare.
"I'm going to shower," he says as he steps out of the jeans. I'm clenching my teeth but he can't tell.
It's incredibly hard not to want to look down at his thighs. Just the look of them could probably finish me if they had to. He's that sexy.
"Okay," is all I reply with. My mouth is drying.
"And after?" He asks.
"After what?"
"My shower. Will you be here?"
"It's our last night together. We're both going home tomorrow." I remind him.
Well— we both leave today. The clock reads 12:24AM.
"So you're staying?" He asks. I can't determine the tone he's using.
"Yes," I tell him, "Why?"
Jungkook lifts his undershirt and throws it on the bed along with his shirt. I feel as though he's challenging me now but I don't feel like losing this fight. I'm the experienced one. I will win.
I roll my lips against one another and don't dare look down at his bare upper half. Instead, I decide to be my bold self and prove I'm not a prissy princess.
I grab the end of my shirt and lift the material over my head. I'm not wearing a bra.
He can't believe it.
My upper lip is caught in between my teeth and I try not to smile or act smug.
"What happens if I look?" He asks.
We are so close to each other that my chest is mere centimeters away from touching his. I can feel the deep breaths he is exhaling through his nose.
I shrug. I really don't know what my plan was, but now we both are standing with bare chests. I can't believe how comfortable I can feel with him. Maybe it's because I know everything he sees of me is literally the first time.
"I want to look," he laughs uneasily.
I go on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. I lean my body against him. My bare chest is pressed against his and I can say that I've never felt so sure about an action. I can tell he is apprehensive of what to do, so I go looking for his hands with closed eyes as I kiss him.
When I find his hands I urge them to rest on the bare skin of my back. His palms feel huge against the curve of my waist. My kisses grow hungry and my arms wrap around his neck.
I can't resist my smile when I feel his palms slide up my sides. His palms are cold, and feel like ice against my skin because I am so heated. I'm breathless in between kisses but continue.
"I know I'm with you," I mumble against his lips.
I get on my tiptoes again and pull against his neck slightly to trail my kisses down his skin. He can feel my chest sliding against him as I move down, and the movement of his adams-apple tells me he is enjoying the feeling.
He's hard— I can feel him against my body. This time I make sure to leave a small, sweet love bite just under his collarbone. His head is back but he is eager to attach our lips again when his hands catch my head in his hold.
I break our kiss when I push him lightly away from me. The back of his legs meet the bed and he gets my hint for him to fall down into it.
I watch his eyes trail down from my face to my body. Heat rushes to my face and it takes everything in me not to hide myself from him. I am slightly self-conscious. When a man who looks like that is looking at me like the way he is, I can't help but feel as if I could be better. I brush those thoughts away and climb onto the bed.
I am on-top of him, and this time I'm not afraid to press myself down against his hardness. I earn a groan from the back of his throat but he doesn't allow the noise to escape.
Are we going to have s.ex? If this was one of my relationships a few years ago, I'd say it was too soon. But we are both grown adults— we can make mature and rash decisions. I mean, Jungkook has gone his whole life without any action. He's been in his work since he was so young.
"What are we doing?" I ask in a breath against his lips.
"I don't know when I will see you again," he replies.
I pull his briefs down enough to get my hand under the material between us. I have him in my hand and his mouth falls open with a groaty moan.
He props himself up and grabs my face to kiss me. His actions are more dominant than I expected, and he seems more sure of his actions. It's when he places his hands on the bed to fist the comforter that his inexperience shows.
I turn my head and his lips start to go across my cheek and down my neck. I set sight on his hand and pull his arm. I lean away from him and his lips break contact from my skin. I let go of his length.
I glance down at his hands and place them on my chest.
I can't express how much I love the expression that he has just given me.
"Jungkook," I say softly.
His eyes leave my chest and he looks at me.
"I want to..."
"Tell me," I urge him and kiss his cheek. He is flushed.
I can't say I was prepared for Jungkook to put me into a hug and switch our positions. I want to giggle at the fact that he has probably learned this from some video he has watched, but the blissful look he is giving me snaps me out of my thoughts and back into the moment.
I rest my head into the pillows and use my pointer finger to slide down the middle of his chest. I'm selfish and want to feel his abdomen under my own touch.
I stop at the band of his boxers and pull at the material teasingly. At this point I'm impatient and wet enough for him to do whatever he wants.
"Hm?" I cock an eyebrow at him and pull the material down.
Jungkook is nervous, I can tell.
My shoulders slump when he climbs off the bed. I watch him start to look through his bag for something. I peer over the bed and I hear him rip something from a pack— a condom.
Oh my God.
"You knew?" I gawk at him.
Seeing Jungkook with a condom in his hand is the last thing I expected to ever see in my life. But here I am.
"Jae-ya, no," he smiles at my awe, "I hoped."
"Do you think it's too soon?" I ask him.
I can tell he begins to second guess himself the moment I ask.
"I don't think it is!" I say hurriedly.
His expression remains unchanged.
"It's just..." I am nervous now, "I feel like this is really not what you're used to."
"Jae—"
"I'm not pressuring you, am I?" I am talking quickly.
I sit up from the bed and can't help but think I have been acting selfishly this whole time.
"You don't think I want you again?"
My mind replays the first time we kissed. Maybe I am overanalyzing the situation again. Clearly since the man had a condom ready for us, he wanted to do this with me.
"I ruined the mood," I whale into my hands.
"Jae-ya," he pulls my hands away, "I think it's clear that I want this."
I bite a smile. He's talking about his erection.
My chest feels heavy when his face gets close to me. He has done a good job at relaxing me, because my anxious and hurried thoughts seem to have vanished at the feeling of his lips against mine again.
I'm frozen when I feel him pull at the string of my pajama shorts. Chills run up my thigh and and my stomach is in knots. Pull yourself together.
I place my hand at the base of his neck and deepen our kiss. He uses his body to urge me to lay down again and his lips leave mine to trail down my neck and to my chest. I let out a sound in surprise at the feeling of his lips against my breasts. He retracts his touch and uses both of his hands to pull the material of the shorts down my leg.
And it's happening. I'm completely exposed to him but I don't feel uncomfortable at all. I shiver when he kisses the inside of my thigh. I didn't know he knew how to do that so well.
I grow impatient when I feel his kisses in my inner thigh. I'm squirming around and know that looking at him and feeling him with what he's doing will be enough to end our fun.
I interrupt his kisses and pick up the condom that he has placed on the bed. I give him a smile and hold the packet in-between my fingertips.
His eyes twinkle even in the dimmest of lighting. My boyfriend has turned from a cute, innocent baby into an eager and hard man. I bite my lip waiting for him— I can tell he is slightly nervous but I feel flattered by his tedious behavior.
Jungkook discards his briefs and I run my tongue over my lip as he climbs on top of me. He is allowing me to be intimate with him; He has exposed himself in his most vulnerable state to me. I lean forward and press a kiss to his abdomen. I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.
I place my hand behind his thigh to steady myself and spread lingering kisses down his abdomen and towards his core. He lets out audible breaths from my touch and to surprise him I place a peck on the tip of his length. He is so hard. Jungkook clearly has no idea what to do, but I can tell he is impatient and eagerly waiting.
I save him the embarrassment of never having put a condom on and open the packet myself. I roll it down his length and all of a sudden my chest feels heavy because this is really happening. I lay back down against the bed. I will allow him for this time to do me as he pleases.
He leans over me and holds himself up to allow some distance in-between our chests. I reach in between us and spread my thighs apart. I'm trying my hardest not to make him embarrassed because of his lack of experience. The feeling of him against me makes a whimper slip from my lips. I have never heard that sound come from my mouth before.
Jungkook's facial expression becomes fully concentrated at the sound of me. He takes his bottom lip under his teeth and glances in between us; our hands touch while I'm guiding his member. He is breathing heavily out of his mouth as I've noticed he does when fully in a trance of attentiveness.
He shifts his hips and fills me. My head drops down into the pillow and I gasp. I can tell he is in utter shock at the feeling because he freezes for a moment before he shifts forward again. My eyes screw shut and my toes curl.
Jungkook is breathing heavily above me but I cannot open my eyes. I know he isn't doing anything particularly special, but this happening with him has made it so special to me. I am turned on beyond words; the sounds expelling from him motivate me to move along with him. My hands wrap around his fists tightly at the intense feeling.
The shadow of him being above me disappears and my fingers are forced to drop from his hands as he pulls them away from the bed. I am shocked to feel his hands grip around my thighs. He pulls my body closer to him and my eyes open.
I lift my arms above my head to hold onto an edge of the headboard. I don't know what he's watched, but I'm immensely into every action he is making. His movements become quicker and he knows what feeling he wants as he moves his hips and grips my thighs. His eyes are screwed shut and his head is titled upwards. I moan just at the look of his jawline protruding outwards as he continues to shift into me. I can't catch my breath.
The sound of his groans and his little unique sounds are beautiful. He's thrusting into me— hard— and my eyes cannot stop watching him.
"Jungkook," I barely can moan let alone say full words. The ending of his name comes out more like a breath.
My body is shifting up and down the sheets so much that my back is heating. The contrast between the chills I feel running up my thighs sends me over the edge. I almost want to scream in praise as I return down from my high. I can't catch my breath— he lasted longer than me!
His sloppy thrusts only last shortly before he is frozen above me. I sit up and kiss his neck as he comes. His abdomen is contracting quickly and I can tell his body is overcome with the immense feeling of euphoria.
This is a fun memory I never want him to forget.
He falls into the bed beside me and his nicely styled hair is now going different directions. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration to get the condom off before he relaxes into the bed.
He is breathing heavily and has his eyes closed with a large smile on his face.
I'm giggling and scoot over to him. I lay my head against the inside of his bicep and he drops his arm to fall against my shoulder.
"You're so adorable," I gush.
He opens his eyes and turns his head to look at me. I lean in and peck his lips. He is smiling so brightly. I can't help but smile widely back.
My phone goes off and when I look I realize both of our phones have fallen off the bed. I sit up and climb off the bed to retrieve my clothing and grab my phone. I take a random shirt from his bag and throw it lightly to him. It falls on his chest and he whines as he sits up to get dressed.
"I'm going to shower now," he is chuckling.
I can tell he is still gushing over what we've done. The stupid smile on his face is evidence of that. I hear the shower start and I put my pajamas back on.
I unlock my phone and see I have a text from David.
David: hi
u forgot ur key
idk if you're coming back
but tell me bc I'm not waking up to let you in
You: I'll be back in the morning
David: I don't want to wake up for u
You: our flight is in the afternoon
U have to wake up anyway
David: come on
I'm so tiredddd
Jaeeeee
But that bed doesn't have Jungkook in it.
You: u sound spoiled right now
stop
David: who said I wasn't tf
You: 😑😑
David: I'm kidding
&
Twitter is 10x worse now
You: thanks David
David: but hey look what I saw
My eyebrows raise at the screenshot.
David: can't be that bad lol
You: are u trying to be nice right now?
David: is it working?
u were crying when u left like lol
I have a soul
It hurts to know that David is only doing this because I lost my only friend. I sigh.
You: I'll be back at like 8am
David: come on
You: sorry
David: you're so annoying
You: gn!!
David: gn.
I click the picture that David has sent me and try to focus on the positive aspects of what has gone on. As long as I'm not breaking any rules and Jungkook is confident in what he wants, I don't mind it.
Hopefully this will all work out in the end.
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I wasn't ready for that either lmfaoooo
gahd I just didn't know where to finish the chapter omfg
I wrote about 1k more words but had to cut it all out because then the chapter was 7k words and that's way too long u would've all been like hell nah
So.. I'll update soon. Thank you again. 11k reads is pretty cool. Y'all rock. 💜💜💜
Watch the video I attached and stan them (: