"My heart is divided in 7 pieces and each of those pieces make me whole. Right here, in this very moment, nothing else fucking matters. The jealousy, the trauma, the drama, none of it means anything because you 7 are the only thing I need in life an...
"What is this?" Jungkook holds the note up as I walk out of the bathroom. His tone is flat but it's easy to see that he's pretty annoyed.
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"He left it with Hyun-Jin while I was in the bathroom with you at the station," I say to him.
"Hmmm," he says, " are you going to keep it? Do you want to talk to him and work with him?" He asks me. I can hear the insecurity in his voice.
"I mean, I didn't even have time to think about it. As soon as I got in the car and read it, I got a text message so my whole mental state was shifted," I say to him, standing in front of him. I don't dare touch him. It's obvious that he's annoyed and we can't solve these issues if we don't focus on talking about them and not jumping straight into fucking each other until we feel better.
"To be honest, I don't think it's a bad idea," I add, " my contract with you guys is only 9 more months so I need to figure out what my next step is. I'd like to stay in SK" I say to him, hoping he understands that one of the reasons is because of him, "so I need to broaden my horizons and look at other idol groups or artists I can work with," I inform him.
"Besides, wouldn't it make you feel good knowing that I'm working with one of your friends?" I ask him.
"You think it would make me feel good knowing that you're working with one of the hottest idols who happens to be my friend?" He asks me sarcastically, scoffing at the question.
"I wanted to rip my hair out when I saw you talking to him," he confesses to me. "When we were trainees, Eunwoo always got all the attention; I guess it makes sense, he's incredibly talented and really good looking, but I've always fallen to second when it involved him. So I'd rather not see my girlfriend falling for his charms," he tells me.
Wait... did he just call me his girlfriend? I stand there staring at him and don't quite know if I should point it out or just continue the conversation. For some reason him calling me his girlfriend is more jarring than him telling me he loves me. I decide to not say anything.
"JK, I get jealousy... obviously it affects me. There have been times that I've wanted to legitimately punch a wall when I see how women react to you, but this is your job so I know that you're going to be interacting with tons of women and men who find you attractive and are going to flirt with you. I feel like you've done a really great job of drawing the line with people though, I've never once felt like you purposely flirted back with someone; in the time we've been tougher, you've never made me feel like I don't matter. I appreciate that. So I guess what I'm saying is, if you want to freak out and have jealous fits with me in private, that's okay, I'll be here to talk you out of it and remind you that you are mine and I am yours. My heart, my mind, my body... yours." I finish.
I walk forward and press my hands into his chest and push him into the bed and straddle him with my knees on either side of his thighs.
He brings himself up on to his forearms, so that he can look at me. I lean down and kiss him. It's soft and I'm not taking it anywhere, but I want him to know how much he means to me.
