One-Way Ticket | Jeon Jungkook

six

I rushed up to the hotel room, excited for what Jungkook had planned. I liked theme parks; I mean come on who doesn't. The rush from all the amusements (Yeah okay, I wasn't entirely the best at handling wild rides, but I liked the medium ones), not to mention all the booths, foods, prizes, and bright lights. I threw myself on the plush bed, immediately being swallowed by the blankets and pillows, and whipped out my phone.

Me:
yes! when and where?

Bunny boy🐰:
you know Lotte world? about 7 pm?

sent 04:30 PM

Me:
sure. just meet by the entrance?

Bunny boy🐰:
yes, perfect then :)
sent 04:32 PM

After that I opened Naver Map, and, well, it was a long and complicated way with public transport. Thousands of stops and changes. And I wasn't about to pay for a taxi, not after we literally used one a few days before. Taxis cost a lot.
"Damn it..." I grumbled.
I wriggled in frustration; a bit more exhausted now that I knew I had to use my mind. Once again, I chewed on my bottom lip and after doing nothing for a while and just following floating dust with my eyes, I got to work.
Firstly I called my parents, informed them of what would happen and such. They were my number one fans and of course supported me, how could they not, as they had expressed earlier, they were quite fond of Jungkook.

I ate food from the dinner buffet, got distracted by my phone and added another book to my never ending tbr, and added another k-drama to my watchlist. Then I went on Pinterest to look for cute outfit ideas, decided on one and tried my best to recreate it with what I had. Did the rest of my makeup and hair until I was satisfied with my look, ignoring my broken arm that kind of dragged the look down a tad.

I stood and stared into the bathroom mirror, looking at myself. I wondered what Jungkook would think of how I looked. This time he, for certain, would be able to actually take in what I wore, and it kind of terrified me. I considered all BTS members to be fashion icons and being under his gaze for a whole night seemed like the biggest test ever. It probably wasn't, but I didn't go out often and wasn't used to the idea of having eyes on me. Back home, I wasn't... let's say desired, too often. Of course, I had had a boyfriend and a fling with a very pretty girl, but it was all short cut. I wasn't invited out by thousands of people, because I wasn't friends with thousands of people.

I tried to convince myself that Jungkook was merely another human being and that if he didn't like what he saw, that was his loss. Chances are he wouldn't even pay much attention to what I looked like, he seemed like that type. I mean from what I had learned from our previous encounters, he seemed like probably the sweetest person to have ever graced the earth.

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It was nearing sunset when I took the first bus. Beautiful hues of orange, pink and red graced the sky and when I looked out the window my reflection mixed with the mesmerizing view as we drove down the streets of Seoul, passing by big groups of people.
A tv show played on the small display screen in the bus, completely grabbing my attention and almost making me miss my first stop. I had had to scramble hurriedly for the doors before they closed, throwing apologies to the bus driver over my shoulder. Then I waited a bit of time at the bus stop, sitting on a bench, until another bus came, and the action replayed itself. It was a nice routine, something I could get used to, and probably would. It wasn't stressing at all like normally, it was more therapeutic. As if sitting on a blue seat inside a blue bus, watching life just pass me by and just observing it all, could save me from every single trouble in the world.