Mystery Girl

Leaving 2

Yoongi's POV

I guess I will never get to show her my song first-hand, the emotions swirling around within her and her expression pulling into a soft smile, one that melts the heart. I guess I will never get to hold her hand or pull her towards me tightly the way I have wanted to these past few days.

I wipe the tears from my face, knowing that the makeup team wouldn't be the most pleased if I cried their hard work off before the show had even started. Everything seemed so perfect only yesterday, but of course, once again, my happiness has been stripped away. I breathe a heavy sigh before looking myself dead in the eye in the mirror.

"It is fine."

"Tonight will be great."

"We will see each other again."

These affirmations make my head feel a little lighter, a weight removed from my shoulders slightly. 

"Do it for the fans."

The sentence I have repeated to myself millions of times alone when I felt down never fails to inspire me, never fails to get motivation pumping through my veins. With another sigh and a steely look of determination in my eyes, I turn on my heel and exit the bathroom. 

Y/n's POV

The airport is crowded and noisy and the bodyguards surrounding us make me feel enclosed, small and vulnerable. Jungkook's hand is in mine though and so this eases my fears just a little. What a story I will have to tell when I get home. 

That's when it hits me. I'm going home. My dreams have been put to an end. The fairytale fantasy of a life I had just been living has been taken away from me. Back to reality I go. 

Jungkook must feel my muscles tense as he squeezes my hand reassuringly, even though his eyes remain emotionless, looking ahead. I feel like a child, caught from where they had run off to and being dragged home by their exhausted and annoyed parents. 

The commotion around me does nothing for my nerves, and I feel that I am on the edge of breaking down. For just a moment, I close my eyes, trusting Jungkook to lead me the right way. I breathe, in and out. And again. In and out. And I stop. I stop thinking. I just focus on in and out over and over again as I open my eyes and vacantly watch the world passing me by. 

Jungkook's POV

In my peripheral vision, I can see the fear and confusion in her eyes, it radiates off her, like a timid animal that has encountered a human for the first time. Her hand is in mine, and even though it shakes in my grasp slightly, I can feel the way she is holding me back. 

As though I am her lifeline. As though even though her legs slightly tremble as she walks and she is as quiet as a mouse, everything will be fine because I am here. 

This feeling, the feeling of protecting someone, of knowing that they believe they are safe because you are here is immeasurable. I cannot put into words the mix of feelings that are swirling around my heart, circulating around my body. I feel proud but also, sorry for her and determined to help her get home safely and a mix of everything in between. 

Surely enough we reach the gates and y/n refuses to let go of my hand, she shrinks away from the crowd swarming us like a small child on their first day at school. I whisper something to one of the staff and sure enough, my request is fulfilled, there is a private waiting room that the fans surrounding us can not come into or even look into. 

Here I see y/n visibly relax, but annoyingly, her fear turns instead to sadness and small, silent tears begin to trickle down her pink cheeks, warm after being pressed between so many people and the evident stress that has been radiating in waves from her for a while. 

I move closer to her, wanting to comfort her any way I can. Hesitantly, y/n places her head on my shoulder, her face a picture of discontent, of anguish, and when she looks in my eyes, guilt? "Y/n," I speak softly, her eyes widening at the shy intonation I deliver her name with. I try and try to prevent my cheeks from blushing, but as I feel the heat spread through my face, I am aware of the fact that my face has betrayed me. "Why do you look guilty? What have you done?" 

My curiosity overrides my politeness to stay out of her business. Sighing uncomfortably, she shifts in her seat, shoving her face further into my arm, making the blush make my face feel as though it is on fire, my brain going hazy and my heart unable to keep a regular beat. "I just feel as though I don't deserve all this." Y/n mumbles in frustration. 

I try to interject her here, but she carries on, rambling now. "I have caused you and the other members trouble, now the fans and paparazzi are here, and I won't ever get to see you again, will I? Anyway, would you want to? I'm not someone worthy of remembering." I shake my head softly and place a hand on top of her head, feeling the softness of her hair under my fingertips. 

"Y/n, I truly think you are one of the kindest and most fun people I have ever met," my heart rate quickens again now, and I feel so embarrassed it is difficult not to trip over my words. "You deserve all this and more, we are not upset because you have caused us "trouble", we just wanted you to stay longer, and I am sure we will meet again, even if we don't, I will never forget you."

She lifts her head up and stares at me, her mouth wide and her eyes shining. Her lips move as though trying to say words, but nothing comes out.

Now distracted and my heart still racing, I can't focus on anything other than her lips and the thought that this is my last chance. All I have to do is lean forwards and close the gap... All I have to do is to touch her lips to mine. 

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Author's Note

Ahhhh hi here is your update! I hope you like it bufhneiubg i am so excited lol. So, will Jungkook kiss her? Will they be interrupted? What do you think will happen? Thank you so much for reading, I love you all <3