Jungkook was in the bathroom splashing water on his face. He was breathing hard as his mind began rushing. He looked up at himself as clutched his black silk shirt, he began to unbutton his shirt and stared at his chest.
"What is wrong with you?" He whispered to no one but his contracting chest.
"What… What is wrong?" His voice began to break.
His eyes began to burn and his throat grew tight. His arms fell to his sides and he exhaled as he looked up, blinking his tears back.
"Namjoon hyung, why would you say that?" His lip began to quiver.
"Putting weird thoughts in my head! Weird bad thoughts!" Jungkook huffed as he stared at himself.
He wiped his eyes before throwing the door to the bathroom open. He rushed off to the dressing room and threw the door open.
"Ah, Jungkook. I was just asking about you." Namjoon smiled as he saw Jungkook at the door.
That smile soon dropped and was replaced with concern. He shot up and rushed to Jungkook and held his face asking him what was wrong. This caught Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung's attention.
Jungkook sniffled and tried to push off Namjoon's hands.
"Seriously are you okay?"
"Yes! God! I'm fine!" Jungkook pushed away from Namjoon which shocked everyone as he stomped away.
"When do we leave?" Jungkook mumbles as he sets his guitar in its case.
"In a few hours." Namjoon says slowly looking from his boyfriend to the couple on the couch.
"Are you okay? Honestly. Is this about what I said—"
"Hyung, I don't care about that anymore." Jungkook waves him off before leaving the room with his guitar in its case.
Leaving the four confused and worried.
"Joon, what did you tell him?" Yoongi asked as he stood next to him.
Namjoon sighed.
"It's nothing, don't worry about it."
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Pink Rockstar → KookMin
FanfictionJimin, a soft pink haired boy who's in love with pink. Pink everything. His whole house was drowning in pastels. He tends to dress in pastel colors like light pink, blue, and white. He's a smiley person and very loving. He's also a total rock music...
