Sweet dreams | J.JK | P.JM ✓

rollercoasters

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What is happening? Where is Jungkook?

"Jungkook!?" I then yelled and.. a warm and tall figure wrapped its arms around me from behind. 

"I'm right here." He said soothingly. 

I didn't notice I was crying until a sniffle took me by surprise. 

"Why are you crying?" Jungkook asked and turned me around to look at my face. 

"Look at me." He said softly and I looked up at him. His brows were furrowing in worry of my sudden tears.

"I don't know actually." I said and laughed a bit. It was stupid. Why was I even crying? I would never stop loving the Jungkook of my dreams.

He chuckled and wiped a tear from my cheek, followed up by him pulling me in for a long and comforting hug that made me feel much loved. A few kisses were planted on the top of my head as I dug my head deeper into his chest, enjoying every sense of him.

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It was really hard for me to restrain myself and not scream to their songs as they performed their second concert on the tour. It would be unprofessional and completely embarrassing to be fangirling backstage surrounded by their staff. I survived mostly by just humming to the songs and then a few times joining their choreography. 

They went off stage for the last time this evening and I was ready to give them a comforting hug every each of them. I knew how the ending of a concert could get them kinda blue and I didn't want that. 

Jhope was the first one getting backstage and I welcomed him with a big hug. Some of the other's joined the hug and it turned into a group hug with Yoongi forced in the hug by Jhope.

The boys headed further backstage and I especially noticed Jungkook as he glowered over his shoulder. The way he smirked before turning his head to the boys in front of him and disappeared behind a door made me dazed. I was so preoccupied looking at Jungkook that I didn't notice I was now left alone with Jimin.

"What were you looking at." Jimin questioned always inquisitive. 

"What do you mean?" I laughed, avoiding the answer. 

Jimin stepped closer and made me take a few steps back until I hit the unnecessary pole. My breath deepened as he put his arms on the pole, making me trapped between that and him just like after the fan meeting. 

"What are you doing?" I whispered, scared of what was gonna happen next.

Is he gonna kiss me? Do I want him to kiss me?

"What do you mean?" He questioned just as I did a minute ago, but his voice more intense.

"Do you want me to move?" He moved closer and whispered in my ear, giving me goosebumps. 

My lips trembled and no words were able to leave them.

"Answer me." He said softly. 

He moved away from my ear, but further than a few inches from my face and made it impossible for me not to look into his eyes. His one hand slid down my arm. I glanced at his lips worried of getting lost in his eyes if I kept looking at them.