Forget Me Not

15.

"This is too much. We're literally shoving this relationship down their throats." I complain.

"Don't complain to me. I'm not the head of PR." Jungkook sighs at my 50th complaint today.

The makeup artist finishes up my makeup and I take a look at myself in the mirror. My usual clear lip gloss is replaced with a coral tint color that leaves me feeling a bit uncomfortable with the new change.

They dressed me in a black turtleneck and a white a-line skirt which was nothing like me at all.

"Let's go" Jungkook says, standing up from his makeup chair. "I'm ready."

We head out to where a black van would be driving us to the boy's fanmeet today. It'll also be where I make my first public appearance. Well I wouldn't call it a public appearance. More like, catching a small glimpse of me as I walk inside the building with Jungkook.

One of Jungkook's managers and makeup artist takes the middle row, forcing Jungkook and me to sit in the back.

Ugh. Great.

Not even two minutes later, an unexpected hand traveling up my thighs makes me jerk my legs and bang it into the side of the car.

"Ow." I hiss.

"Everything okay back there?" The manager turns around.

I nod my head yes and look at Jungkook who's sitting there with a smug look on his face.

Moments later, his hand finds its way back to my thighs again. I feel myself heating up down there as he gets closer and closer. I quickly slam my hand down on his and try to pull it out from underneath my skirt.

"Okay. Okay" He whispers.

I free his hand, believing him. However, he grazes his fingers against my clothed vagina quickly before pulling away.

I shoot him a glare only to earn an innocent puppy look from him.

When we arrived at the building, I could see hundreds of fans crowding the entrance already. My eyes widened as I heard the chants of fans through the interior of the car.

The car comes to a stop, but I can't take my eyes off of the large crowd.

I feel a hand come over my mine, unraveling my fingers. It was only then that I realized my hands were balled into a fist and my nails were digging into my skin.

Jungkook holds my hand open in his. "It's going to be okay." He runs his hand over the indentation that my nails left in my palm.

We slowly get out of the car together. My head dropped, so that I was facing the ground. I wasn't used to the bright flashes of cameras and the large amount of people who were staring was making me feel sick to my stomach.

Jungkook runs circles with his thumbs over my hand that he was holding. That touch helped to ease me a little bit. We finally made it into the building.

"You can let go now." Jungkook chuckles.

I look down to see that I was still latched onto Jungkook. I released his hand that was bright red from the tight hold that I had on him.

"Sorry." I give him a sheepish grin.

We all piled into a room where the makeup artist got busy touching up their hair and makeup again.

"You okay?" Jin asked, taking a seat next to me.

"It was definitely an experience that's for sure."

"Yeah you get used to it. Don't worry." He pats me.

"I don't plan on getting used to it. This relationship will be over soon anyways."