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Jhope version
When you noticed the light fading in J-Hope's eyes, you swallowed hard, attempting to hold back tears.
"I'm sorry, but I refuse to let the system dictate whom I should love... or interfere wit...
No eggshell walking, errday I do what I want with my feelings, errday
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The anguish in your heart is unbearable, and you're at a loss for what to do. You spend nearly ten minutes quietly weeping into your lap, knowing you can't risk being caught near their private studios by their bodyguards.
There's no activity in the 3rd-floor corridor. You search for the restroom sign and swiftly slip inside, letting out the pent-up emotions and relieving bladder pressure. To your surprise, there are no renovations in the restrooms.
Did Dove intentionally set you up for serious trouble? Why? The boys were taken aback by the sudden visitor. Given what you'd heard about Hobi and Taehyung's encounters with overly enthusiastic fans, they must have thought it was another obsessive admirer after Hobi. He must have been so rattled.
In the restroom mirror, you hastily rinse your face and wipe it clean with a towel. Your eyes are still red-rimmed, and it's already 6:30 pm. You've been away for over 25 minutes. Keitaro will be concerned.
You hurry back to the studio, but you don't spot the interns, especially that Dove girl. The boys have already finished an energetic dance break with two instructors.
You race to your seat and quickly sit down. Keitaro glances at your serious expression.
"You were gone a long time. Where were you?" he inquires.
"Just at the loo, had a stomach ache. Maybe it was the airline food," you respond without looking at him, focusing on Kenichi, who seems carefree.
"Don't fret, the dancers had a 10-minute break. Sungdeuk is about to announce the trainees who pass today's workshop. Tomorrow, the top 20 successful trainees worldwide will know if they've made it into the BTS official dance crew or if they'll start a year-long trainee program," he updates you. You nod quietly.
"I'm shattered. Just want to be home now. Feel like I'm coming down with the flu," you inform him with a half-truth to justify your mood.
"Blimey, Kira... You do seem a bit under the weather. I'll whip up some chicken soup at home." He embraces you tightly. You adore your brothers so much. Your eyes start to well up. At least they love you for you. But your heart yearns for your soulmate. Famous or not, you need him.
"Hey, hey... we'll leave soon, alright. Don't look so down. I think Ken will make it. The instructors were mightily impressed with him," he says proudly.
"Really," you laugh. You have to put on a cheerful act, even if your heart feels shattered.
Jungkook and J-Hope haven't arrived at the table yet. Maybe the interns served them food privately. Sungdeuk and Pdogg were engrossed in their laptops, deciding tonight's winners.
One of the three instructors was engaged in conversation with the lads.
Suddenly, a painful tug at your heart signals J-Hope's presence in the room. His aura fills the atmosphere as he and Jungkook enter together. Jungkook still holds a little box of chicken pops. He's munching away, that boy loves to eat.
