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You frowned at the smiley boy who awkwardly stood outside your door.
“Uhh, you gonna let me in… or we gonna stand here all night?” Jungkook asked.
“Let… let you in? But why-” you were still only half-awake.
Jungkook shoved his way past you in one swift move and you stumbled against the door slightly. Catching your balance again you quickly followed him into the apartment.
You frowned at the smiley boy who awkwardly stood outside your door.
“Uhh, you gonna let me in… or we gonna stand here all night?” Jungkook asked.
“Let… let you in? But why-” you were still only half-awake.
Jungkook shoved his way past you in one swift move and you stumbled against the door slightly. Catching your balance again you quickly followed him into the apartment.
You frowned at the smiley boy who awkwardly stood outside your door.
“Uhh, you gonna let me in... or we gonna stand here all night?” Jungkook asked.
“Let... let you in? But why-” you were still only half-awake.
Jungkook shoved his way past you in one swift move and you stumbled against the door slightly. Catching your balance again you quickly followed him into the apartment.
“What are you doing here?” you asked as you trailed him into your own kitchen.
“Ow, it’s so heavy, I can’t stand carrying it another minute sorry,” he lamented as he dumps the bags of groceries on the tabletop with a thump. “What’s this?” he asked as he peeked inside the bag that contained the chicken soup.
“Soup, I think...” you answered weakly.
“You ordered it?” he asked.
“No... I don’t know, some guy just came to deliver it...”
“Mmm okay,” he hummed mindlessly but melodically as he took the package away from the dining table and chucked it to the side of the counter. “Let’s see...” he murmured to himself as he took his handphone from his back pocket.
“What are you doing here?” you asked again.
He does not make eye contact with you but stares intently at his phone screen, “I heard you injured your shoulder from last night... I didn’t know and I thought...” he stops suddenly. He side-eyes you for a moment and notices that you were surveying him with that same frown. “Hmm,” he clears his throat rather forcefully, “I just wanted to say I'm sorry, I was overreacting because-”
“Because you thought Yeonjoo was hurt...” you completed his sentence.
“I didn’t know you hurt yourself while protecting her, to be fair it wasn’t really visible you know...” he voice faded as he sounded a little relieved now that the topic has been broached.
“It’s our job to get injured so that the people we protect won’t be. You don’t have to be sorry for that,” you replied matter-of-factly.
“I know I know... but I shouldn’t have jumped to a conclusion and accuse you or shout at you” he still avoided looking at you as he muttered this.
Sometimes apologies are like this – it does not necessarily make you feel better more so than it makes the other person feel better.
“So... why are you here at this time?” you questioned a third time.
“Ah... Yuri is at another schedule with some of the hyungs and since I am free tonight so I thought I should come and make sure you ate dinner... at least...” he was still half-mumbling.
“You are here to make me dinner?” you asked incredulously.
“Eo...” he answered affirmatively.
---
Jungkook buying sacks of groceries just to make you dinner was the most unimaginable thing even just a day ago, but it was happening right this moment. You were too tired to quarrel with the idea and he had insisted that you get back to resting until everything was ready.
You could hear a lot of tinkering, “ahh”, “ooh” and the occasional swearing from the kitchen even in your half-awake state. You had no idea how long this lasted but at some point you were awakened by a knock on your room door.
“Dinner’s ready... are you awake?” his voice was soft but his tone was the usual.
You pulled yourself out of bed and headed out to the dining table, marginally more alert than you were before.
The spread that lay before your eyes was a wonder – a bowl of plain rice, some kind of stew that looked like it had a mix of unrecognisable ingredients in it and some kimchi.
“Do I start with the soup or...” you wondered cautiously.
“It doesn’t look that appetising but I promise you that it tastes fine and this is beef bone stew with abalone and what’s that thing...” he wasted no time trying to promote his masterpiece.
You raised an eyebrow at him.
“It’s some traditional herb... I’m sure it’s good for health” he continued.
He looked at you expectantly as you took a tiny sip of the stew with caution. It tasted... barely edible.
“How is it? How is it?” he asked like a child who was asking for affirmation from his parents.
“It’s nice...” you answered soullessly, “are you not having any yourself?”
“Nope, it’s all for you” he answered very certainly and you weren’t really sure if this was all part of the bigger picture.
Be that as it may, you recalled how Yoongi felt bad for you at the hospital and did not want another one of them thinking that girls are too weak to do this job.
“About last night... I just need to say it again, you don’t have to feel bad that I was injured and I can understand why you were worked up so you didn’t have to do this, but thanks anyway” you said while looking him straight in the eyes, maybe the drowsiness helps with boosting confidence.
He sighed unintentionally. “Like I said earlier, I know I don’t have to feel bad about it but I was wrong to yell at you and I just feel bad because I assume that Yeonjoo was hurt while you were fine and... and... I guess she just looked really shaken and you looked fine so I thought...”
“It’s ok, I get it. It’s just that we usually try our best not to show it even if we are hurt” you explained.
“If you don’t show it how do people know that you are hurt... what's the point of hiding it?” Jungkook mumbles endlessly as he walked back into the kitchen. He picked up the ladle still in the pot of stew, and you were about to continue the conversation but he took a sip of his own masterpiece.
“Bleh... oh my gosh... what’s this? This taste horrible! You should have told me honestly that it tasted bad... wow...” he shouted with his tongue half-hanging out.
“As you know, it’s not my forte to show how I feel” you replied sarcastically.
“Ugh I just wanted to make you something nice... what the heck is this even... you know what, this isn’t counted. I'll buy you something nice, what do you want to eat?” he lamented.
You were never a fan of bland soups and porridges anyway.
“Hmm... steak, buy me a nice a steak” you requested.
“You can eat that now? Or do you mean when you are better?” his eyes were round with curiousness.
“It’s my rule that when the body is not feeling well, the mouth needs to eat even better than usual” you explained quite nonchalantly while taking another bite of the weirdly-seasoned stew. It seems like you were starting to get used to the taste of it.
“Ohhh, alright then. There is this place I know that’s really hard to get a spot at, I will use some connections and get you some really awesome steak. How about tomorrow, since it’s a rare that we don’t have any schedules... I mean if you are feeling better tomorrow...”
You nodded somewhat eagerly as you continued taking another mouthful of the mysterious stew.
“Wow, you still gonna drink that?” his eyes were very round and large, clearly depicting his amazement by your ability to stomach his stew. “I’ll send you the time and address tomorrow.”
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The next day and an hour before seven.
“Where are you going?” Yuri was shocked to see you all dressed up.
“I... uh... I’m going for dinner” you stammered. You were going to meet Jungkook at the restaurant at 7pm and the restaurant unfortunately has a casual formal dress code requirement.
“You are going for dinner? With who? Did you take your medicine?” Yuri nagged like a mother sometimes.
You thought for a long moment whether to reveal the truth but you decided to avoid it in prevention of any questioning that might ensure, “Wow, you are so naggy sometimes you know. I’m just meeting someone I know and yes ma’am I took my medicine, except that one painkiller that makes me really drowsy, I'll take that at night when I'm back alright?”
Yuri throws a towel at you for calling her naggy and told you to hurry and get out of her sight.
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Thirty minutes to seven.
Jungkook suddenly gets a call from Kijin; something must be up with Yeonjoo for him to be calling Jungkook out of the blue.
“Hyung, what’s up? It's rare that you are calling me directly” Jungkook answered the call.
“Jungkook-ah... I really didn’t want to bother you but could you come over... she wouldn’t come out or talk to anyone since last night.”
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Ten minutes to seven
Jungkook stares at his watch, just as he took out his phone to type a message to you Kijin opens the door at Yeonjoo’s apartment and he rushes in.
The door to Yeonjoo’s bedroom was shut tight. On the way here he was on the phone with Kijin the whole time and he explained hwo Yeonjoo had been receiving letters and calls from her longtime stalker.
“Is that... from that bastard?” Jungkook looked warily at a paper box placed in one corner of the living room.
“Ya... I’m handing it over to the police later... it’s pretty gross inside I don’t think you should go near it” Kijin warned.
“Why is he back? I thought he went quiet for a while...” Jungkook asked with a deep unhappiness.
“Not sure, I think he’s been sending Yeonjoo some messages but she won’t speak to me now” Kijin answered with matching concern.
Jungkook headed straight for Yeonjoo’s room. He carefully knocks on the door; there was no answer.
“It’s me... are you inside? Can you open the door?”
He was met with an eerie silence.
“Hyung... should we just go in?” Jungkook whispered to Kijin, his face fraught with worry.
“I think we have little choice now...” Kijing handed over a key to Jungkook.
The door creaked open slowly. Jungkook peered into the room that was pitch black. A narrow ray of light shone into the room from the opened door and he finally sees the silhouette of Yeonjoo crouched on the floor near the foot of the bedframe.
He ran over anxiously, “Are you alright? Why didn’t you answer us?”
Her hands scrunched the blanket that she had pulled over her legs. She was staring soullessly ahead but slowly turned to look at Jungkook.
“He’s back. I'm scared” she uttered.
“I know, Kijin hyung is reporting it to the police now” Jungkook whispers back.
“I’m tired, but I don’t dare to close my eyes” she whimpers.
“I’m here... I'll be here” Jungkook sat down next to her and she couldn’t help but lean against him.
---
Five minutes past seven.
You stood at the sidewalk leading to the elegantly-furnished entrance of the restaurant. Unintentionally you looked around whenever you heard any sound of someone walking by. You had messaged Jungkook to ask if he was reaching but there was no reply.
You did not even know whose name the reservation was under so you felt better waiting for him to outside. Time went by as you counted the number of times a car turned in but it wasn’t his car.
The night grew colder as the time went by. Eventually, you took a look at your watch.
Ten minutes to 8pm – you decided to give Jungkook a call. The call went unanswered and you were not that surprised but now you became slightly worried.
You made another call, this time to Sejoon.
“Eo.. Y/N...” Sejoon picked up the call and sounded out of breath.
“Hi Sejoon, are you ok?” you asked out of concern.
“Yah yah I’m fine, just ran out to grab some thing for Yoongi and Hobi who are having a schedule now... do you need something?” Sejoon asked you back.
“Uh... actually I am wondering if you know where Jungkook is now...” you started slowly, not sure how much to reveal about your plans with Jungkook.
“Jungkook? He’s not with you? I thought he told me he would be having dinner with you today,” answered Sejoon.
So, it is not much of a secret then. “Ah yes, he’s supposed to meet me for dinner but it’s almost past an hour and he’s not here, I tried calling him but couldn’t get him either,” you explained.
“What? Ok, he does tend to be late... but not this late... are you still waiting there?” Sejoon exuded his usual friendliness.
“Yah, I’m kinda still waiting,” you replied.
“What? I'll try reaching him after I put down these things for Yoongi and Hobi? Let me know if he suddenly shows up,” Sejoon instructed helpfully before you hung up.
---
Fifteen minutes past eight
Two police officers sat in Yeonjoo’s living room collecting as much information as they could from Yeonjoo and Kijin while Jungkook watched them from kitchen. It took him a whole ten minutes to coax Yeonjoo into speaking with the police after they arrived.
Now that he had mostly done his part, he was letting go of the tension he had built up over the past hour and suddenly his stomach let out a low growl.
He thought to himself that he could have been having some fancy steak now. “Right... would be nice to have some steak now... oh shit!” he suddenly jolted up and looked all over for his phone.
---
Your phone suddenly pinged – a message came in.
“Hey Y/N, I’m so sorry, there was an emergency, I didn’t check my phone until now... you aren’t still waiting right? I hope you already ordered something... don’t wait for me,” the message read.
The cocktail of feelings left a bittersweet aftertaste. You were still trying to decipher what exactly it was. Was it worry? Was it annoyance? Was it disappointment?
Then your phone rings. It was Sejoon.
“Hello? Y/N? Have you left yet?” Sejoon shouted through the noisy background noises on his end.
“Hey Sejoon, umm, yeah I got a text from Jungkook so I’m leaving now...” you muttered, trying to mask that bittersweet aftertaste
“Oh he texted you? Great, did you already grab dinner? Do you need me to come down and settle the bill for you?” Sejoon enquired on 80% volume.
“Uh no no don’t worry about me, I’m gonna go grab dinner when I get home...” you quickly cut in, “... but do you know what happened to him? He just said there’s an emergency... is he ok?”
“Jungkook? Oh he’s at Yeonjoo’s place apparently. Kijin hyung messaged me just a while ago to give me the heads up,” Sejoon explained as you hear someone calling out his name on the other end, “I gotta go! You can text me if you need anything!”
You hardly ever needed anything from anyone. You hardly believed that you deserved to need anything from anyone. And today was no different.
Did he need to do this for you? No.
Did you need him to keep his promise? No.
Yet you stared down at the pavement clearly tasting bitterness this time. Of all the reasons, why did it have to be Yeonjoo?
One of the staff at the restaurant must have observed you standing outside their door for the longest time.
“Hi Miss, uhh... it’s rather cold out here... are you waiting for someone? Do you want to come in?” he offered kindly.
there was a melancholic pause. “I was waiting for someone...” you replied with a wistful smile, “but not anymore, thank you.”
“So… will you run away?”, for some reason you were the one trying to avoid Jungkook’s eyes as he shot that question at you.
You knew deep in your heart that you are overreacting because you harboured some feelings which you really should not have in the first place. You knew even deeper down that you too, were a fangirl at heart who had a “fantasy” of what kind of person Jungkook was. These were the reasons why you were particularly hurt by his actions. That is not to say that what he did was right, but you knew that if it was someone else who did the exact same thing to you today, you would not be as angry as you are now.
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“So… will you run away?”, for some reason you were the one trying to avoid Jungkook’s eyes as he shot that question at you.
You knew deep in your heart that you are overreacting because you harboured some feelings which you really should not have in the first place. You knew even deeper down that you too, were a fangirl at heart who had a “fantasy” of what kind of person Jungkook was. These were the reasons why you were particularly hurt by his actions. That is not to say that what he did was right, but you knew that if it was someone else who did the exact same thing to you today, you would not be as angry as you are now.
Yuri must have felt the stifling silence last for too long.
“Anyway it’s better if we drive over, why spend money grabbing a cab at this time?” she whispered into your ears before turning up her volume and raising her eyebrows at Jungkook, “Your car is parked in the basement I would assume?”
Jungkook squeezes into the lift next to you and you shifted closer towards the angled metallic corner, contemplating once more whether to hit that button that said “B1”.
Just as you reached out to press it, a much longer and slender finger darted out of nowhere and did the job for you.
“Yeah, I parked it at the basement,” Jungkook replied to Yuri.
---
In the brightly lit carpark, Jungkook walked ahead towards his car. Yuri and you followed behind him as Yuri tried to convince you that someone should take the assistant driver seat.
“It’ll be too rude if both of us sit at the back, and I think ideally you should be the one in front,” she reasoned.
Jungkook unlocked his car and you could see him looking towards the two of you. Yuri made a short dash to the opposite side of the car from where Jungkook stood and was about to open the backseat door when she sees you approach Jungkook directly.
“I’ll drive.” your tone was instructing.
He looked stunned for a moment, “Uhh... it’s ok I can just-”
“Either I’m driving or we are not taking your car.” the determination in your voice was unwavering.
He pursed his lips and slowly nodded.
You stretched out your head to catch Yuri’s eyes above the roof of the car, tilting your head as if telling her she better hurry get in the front door on the other side instead of the back.
Yuri looks nervously at you, then at Jungkook, then back at you. With an undetectable sigh, she slid into the front seat of the car.
---
The drive was less awkward thanks to the music that filled the air in the moving metal container. Very occasionally, you winced a little from the pain in your shoulders when you had to turn the steering wheel. Yuri looked at you with concern but since she had no idea what had happened to you yet, you just shook your head to indicate that you are fine. After parking right outside the police station, you frowned when Jungkook alighted from the car and locked it.
“You don’t have to come in with us, it’s late, you should head back, thanks for lending us your car for the trip here,” you said rather crudely.
He looked unsurprised, “I didn’t come all the way here just to head back immediately,” he wasn’t trying to sound snarky but for some reason you always felt a dash of mockery when he spoke. He cleared his throat a little as he ignored your stares and headed into the building.
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“I told you, I have no legal guardian! She's not my guardian! You can try to call her, but I'm sure she’ll just ignore your call or scold you for calling her,” a rather shrilling voice was directed at a police officer looking tired and frustrated.
“Umm.. Excuse me, I’m looking for Detective Park Moon...” you asked a uniformed policeman sitting close to the entrance of the police post.
“Oh? Are you Ms. Y/N? Here! Here!” the tired looking police in plain clothes shot up from his desk waving at you.
As if instinctively, Yuri and you were alert at the attention that his shouting drew towards your crowd. Immediately both of you started scanning the surroundings and you noticed how many people had noticed who was part of your party.
“I think you should go, we can’t get things done while having to be concerned with you here” you turned to Jungkook and uttered in a hushed tone. You were not sure if you made it sound like he was a nuisance but you were just genuinely concerned by the situation.
Uncertain how he understood your intentions, you observed his features that had a steeliness to them. “I don’t think it’s in any way wrong for me to be here when this incident occurred partly due to me” he replied with a firm tone before forging on ahead deeper into the crowded station.
You pulled Yuri aside slightly and told her to contact Sejoon. She concurred and headed out to make the call in a quieter place while you calmed yourself as you made your way towards the culprit who was clearly a teenager.
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For the tenth time in the past three minutes, you regretted taking Jungkook’s car to the station.
“Oppa! Can you at least take a selca with me?” her voice sends goosebumps down your back as you approached, not out of fear but out of amazement.
“Were you the one who followed up to the filming location and locked her in the washroom?” Jungkook asked tonelessly.
“Yah, it was me. Oppa, tell me what’s the real reason?” she whined.
Jungkook’s eyes grew slightly wider, “Real reason for what?”
“You can’t really be dating her right? Even your saseang fans don’t believe that you are dating her since you only met her recently and there were no signs of it before” she talked really quickly but in a lowered volume.
“Hey hey young lady, you are not the one who’s supposed to be asking questions around here,” the detective quipped.
“Hi, Detective Park,” you finally reached his table to introduce yourself.
“Hey, you are not really dating our Oppa right?” the girl questioned you in the most straightforward manner possible.
You ignored her and spoke to the detective instead, “She’s the one?”
“Yah, I’m the one!” she stood up to almost match your height while blurting, “I locked you there and sprayed water all over you. To be honest... if I was strong enough to carry that bucket of mop water, you would have been in a sorrier state than-”
“Sit down” you said, with the kind of force that did not manifest in volume but in its charisma.
You did not actually expect her to follow your orders, but for some reason she bit her lower lip lightly and sat down whilst mumbling. There was a brief moment of silence. You glanced at Jungkook who was still standing, rather out of place, across from you. Perhaps she didn’t want to seem too unruly in his presence. He met your eyes for a second, but then quickly looked away; you were used to this by now.
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It felt like a million years before you finally made it to a private questioning room at the back of the station. Yuri had returned and your party of three were now tucked into the dimly-lit windowless room with the defiant girl. By now you had her name – Kala, or at least that was what you heard Detective Park call her. After some persuading, Detective Park had agreed to let you guys talk to her alone. At least in your mind, the goal was to assess if she poses any future threat.
“You said earlier that there were other sasaengs? Are they involved in this too or was it only you?” you questioned her.
“Why would I tell you anything?” she snorted.
“Detective Park spoke to me just now. Because of your age, if I decide not to press charges they will just let us settle the matter privately” you explained.
“So what do you want from me?” it was funny how she sounded more demanding than you did.
“Apologise to her!” Jungkook shouted.
But at the exact same time you were demanding, “A list of the sasaengs you know..”
Jungkook and you clearly had different endgames in mind.
“Isn’t it too much to ask for both” she stared at you whenever she spoke meanly.
“I’ll drop the charges if you give us the list of the other sasaengs you are aware of” you offered.
He must have been baffled at how your priorities were wrong.
“How is that even important? She needs to apologise to you for what she did!” he huffed.
It did make you think for one moment but you answered a little too quickly for your own good, “In my line, nobody apologises to us for such things and we don’t expect it but our job is to prevent-”
“Your job? She didn’t do it because you are our bodyguard, she did it because she thinks you are my girlfriend!” Jungkook raised his voice exasperatedly.
Kala was squinted at the both of you before cutting in, “I guess we are not wrong when we say you are not really his girlfriend right, Imposter?” she broke up your argument with Jungkook.
“Don’t call me that... and also for the last time, we are not here to answer your questions, do you get-” you were increasingly annoyed at her.
She scoffed with a glint in her eyes as she stood up and took a step towards you. “I’m sorry for what I did to you...” she paused and stared you down almost challengingly, “... and I will give you a list of the sasaengs I know.”
Needless to say, her sudden change in stance shocked all of you.
“What... why are you... what are you...” you were stammering, while Jungkook and Yuri frowned at her suspiciously.
“Oppa,” she suddenly turned to Jungkook, “I am not a sasaeng...” she uttered, causing Jungkook to scoff faintly. “Oppa, I know you don’t have to believe me but I will show you with my actions. I believe in you. If you are doing this, there must be a reason why. I won’t pester you about it anymore, I'm just happy to know that you are not really dating her in real life” her smile was odd but you finally realised why she had a change of mind.
Jungkook must have been shocked too as his mouth was slightly agape but there were no sounds coming out.
“Kala... umm I think there’s a misunderstanding here, actually I-” you grabbed onto her wrist in your desperation to try to salvage the situation.
She flings away your arm forcefully before side-eyeing you and proclaiming, “You are a very unbelievable fake, just so you know that, none of us would actually believe you were real.”
You blinked, trying to wrap your head around the feeling that engulfed you; it has got to be your shoulder hurting the swing, of course, it has to be. However, all these years if there was one thing you learnt as a fighter and a bodyguard, it’s that the pain shouldn’t stop you from doing what you need to. Swallowing hard, you thought about it once more.
You grabbed Kala’s arms tightly and strongly this time. “Well, you better believe it, because if you or anyone else doesn’t, then your Oppa here will be in some trouble” you stated unequivocally.
“I know that” she responded haughtily, trying to struggle out of your grasp, looking warier this time around. You eventually let go and she turns to address Jungkook with that same smile, “and that is why I will show you with my actions. This will be our secret.”
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On the way out of the police post, Jungkook twirled his car keys in his fingers while contemplating his best option.
As Yuri and you walked past him, he suddenly grabs hold of Yuri and handed her the key.
“I’m a little sleepy, I think I shouldn’t drive... and... uh... she drove here... so it’s your turn...” his ears were flushed red because he stammered really embarrassingly, how is this the best reason he could have given after thinking over it so many times.
Yuri looked surprised but surprises are probably nothing new around here anymore, so Jungkook heaved a sigh of relief when she took the key and made her way towards the driver seat.
In the backseat of his own car, Jungkook stole glances through the rearview mirror trying to catch a glimpse of you.
“Ah by the way... did you call Sejoon?” you suddenly questioned Yuri.
“Yeah, he said he was still caught up at the company and he told me only to let him know if there’s anything to worry about,” Yuri replied.
“He’s still at the company at this hour?” you gasped.
“Yeah... something about having a meeting with Yeonjoo’s managers too...” Yuri mumbled.
“Oh...” you replied somewhat knowingly, sadly.
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That night you lay in bed for a long time. As long as the night was. Going through all that had happened from that fateful dinner all the way to being called an imposter in dimly lit questioning room.
Why did it feel like it was you being questioned in the confines of the cold dark walls?
A tear gathered at the corner of your eye. You turn to lie on your side, momentarily forgetting that you had hurt your left shoulder. Wincing, you turn to the other side instead, this time the tear that had gathered dripped onto your pillow.
“Imposter...” Kala’s face kept appearing in your mind.
“Well, you better believe it,” your own words also rang in your mind.
“Well...” you thought to yourself, “you better stop believing it...” before you closed your eyes, trying to find some peace in the dead silence of the night.
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Yoongi was bored out of his mind during the meeting they were having and he kept fiddling with his phone so much so that Sejoon tapped his thighs and gave him a little signal to focus on the discussion.
He sighed and put down his phone and Sejoon looked curiously at him.
“What?” he mouthed.
“You hungry?” Sejoon whispered?
Yoongi looks at his phone displaying a sleuth of delivery food options and turns it off.
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“I thought you were hungry just now, why aren’t you grabbing lunch?” Sejoon asked as Yoongi headed towards the recording studio after the meeting ended and he told the boys he won’t be joining them for lunch.
“Ah, that” he digs out his phone again and handed it to Sejoon, “I wanted to order something to deliver to Y/N’s dorm, she’s resting today right? Is her shoulder better now?”
Sejoon looked surprised while catching hold of Yoongi’s phone, “Uhh... I’m sure she can order her own food.”
Before Sejoon ended his sentence, Yoongi grabbed his phone from Sejoon’s arms, “Forget it then.”
“No no no!” Sejoon snatches the phone over, “I think we should still send her something and since you are feeling generous today, why not... we send her some-”
“How about that sashimi platter thing? Wow they even deliver that now? Can someone with a fracture eat sashimi? Is it good for them?” suddenly the words were pouring from Yoongi’s mouth as he cut into Sejoon’s sentence.
“I think she’s allergic to that, maybe we should go with the chicken soup or something” Sejoon replied as he eyed Yoongi a little too closely.
“Oh she is?”, Yoongi gasped but notices Sejoon’s stare. “Hyung, you decide then, just give me my phone back when you are done” he put up his nonchalant front again as he turned to head to his studio.
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Everything seemed augmented, you were submerged in a room full of water, but you had no difficulty breathing. A sharp ringing and a muffled banging kept coming from the door. You struggled to go over, but the current in the water kept you from it.
“Who is it? I need to get the door...” was all that ran through your mind.
The banging grew louder and louder, clearer and clearer and suddenly everything morphed into reality. You stir awake. Lying in your bed, you realised that the painkiller you took earlier must have knocked you out.
“Coming...” you shouted weakly as you dragged your heavy body from the sheets.
Finally you pull open the front door to your apartment and came face to face with an impatient young man.
“Here’s your order,” he quickly shoves a paper bag into your hands and turned on his heels to leave.
“What- I... Hey! I didn’t order anything!” you shouted after him but he did not even bother.
You took the package inside and checked the contents – it was chicken soup with abalone and the order sheet clearly stated your address. You left the brown bag on the kitchen table, having insufficient capacity to try to deduce where it is from or who it is for.
Hazily, you stumbled to the couch nearest to you and plopped down into the cramped space even though a longer couch was just a few steps away. Good thing at least you made sure to lie on your side which was not suffering from a swollen shoulder.
You vaguely heard a familiar tone ringing in the stillness of the apartment. Sounded like your phone ringing. You frowned slightly at the thought of having to move again and bargained in your own mind. “It’s probably nothing urgent right? Nobody will die just because I miss one phone call right?”
And then the ringtone stops, much to your relief.
The frown had just about faded from your forehead when the doorbell rang this time.
In a bout of annoyance-fueled energy, you pushed yourself out from the sofa and beelined for the door, eyes half-opened.
“Who is it?!” you spat in the most annoyed tone you could manage in that state of sleepiness as you burst opened the door.
Jungkook’s face showed how much he was taken aback by your “welcome”.
“Me- uh... I mean it’s just me,” he stuttered while looking like a Christmas tree decorated with a dozen different shopping bags hanging from his arms.
is anyone pissed off that I haven’t updated in ages? xD
I am, first and foremost, really sorry about not updating for such a long time. I have seen the few messages and asks which I have received over these few months and I will definitely get around to replying them. For now thank you to all those who worried about me during this time.
The last time I updated (which was in May) was when I just started a new job. It was intense, to state it in a simplistic manner, to the extent that it had affected me mentally, emotionally and physically. Every day of the past almost-6-months felt like the most meaningless and scary time of my life.
While it is not all better now yet, I am taking steps to find my life again. This job is a necessity that I have to endure in life; but it is not something which I will continue to consciously waste my life on.
I will try my best to update more regularly but due to the accumulated health issues I can’t really commit to a timeline and I may not always respond as quickly as I did previously.
That being said, I miss doing this so much and I miss interacting with everyone here. This year hasn’t been the kindest to anyone I believe and I am sure we are all fighting our own uphill battles. So, “fighting” to all of us.. don’t give up, we will get through this. Let’s be that tiny glimmer of hope and happiness for someone else, because I believe that is how a better day will come.
And on a lighter note, I will be updating Foolish Love, Fake Love in a while.. to anyone who waited, I’m sorry for making you wait this long, I will definitely continue this story =)
