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23: Decalcomania

Decalcomania; noun 
The process of transferring something from paper onto glass or porcelain or between sheets of paper

August 2nd 2022 - Tuesday
I almost didn't sleep. You probably know why when you're reading this, if you don't, I'm worried for you and please go get checked for dementia. I'm being for real, cause I will never forget how much my heart is clenching right now.
For a while I've thought his phone was broken or something. I'm so stupid. I had decided that I would go to his house today. It's pouring down right now, but I will do it anyway. He's my boyfriend and he hasn't answered my text and calls from yesterday, getting drenched won't kill me. 

Hi, I just got back. No one opened. I'm scared. Maybe something is actually wrong? Maybe I'm too busy being selfish and scared about what he'll say to me to even worry that something else has happened to him? WHAT IF SOMETHING IS WRONG? I'll now go to the last place I have left to look before I'll start to get even more paranoid. I even texted texted Taehyung, who would've thought? I'm just so scared he's not okay. I'll visit the studio now. He must be there. I really hope he is.
Maybe he already knows? Maybe he knows that my stupid best friend forced his lips on mine. Is that why he's not answering me? I'm so wrong for saying I hope that that is not true. But rather that than... you know... something serious.
Anyways, I'll go now.

Closing her diary, Nia didn't even bother changing her drenched jeans before moving out into the downpour again, only an umbrella to protect her from the wetness as it was too hot to wear a coat.

The weather was still at its peak in degrees.

The girl figured he already knew about her and Hoseok's kiss and it made her legs even heavier on her way to the bus stop. If he already knew somehow, it would put her in an even worse light, and the last thing she needed right now, was for Jungkook not even wanting to talk to her.

What if he wouldn't give her a chance to explain?

What if he wouldn't even look at her?

The whole bus ride went by with her thoughts almost getting the better of her. The girl was usually good at remaining calm in such situations, but her whole existence felt heavy just at this moment.

Getting off the bus, she put up the umbrella to cover her from getting even more wet, but the wind was strong and it was pouring rather horizontal than down. Only the upper half of her torso was covered from the rain drops.

But the girl didn't bother any of that as she only felt worried and in a weird way wished for him to be there knowing about what happened. Anything would be better than not finding him at all, getting a sudden call from the hospital that something happened. 

Her thoughts was all over the place, just as her hair as the wind picked up. It wasn't like it was storming, but her long loose hair stood no chance for not getting tangled.

Reaching the alley she'd come by lots of times before, she neared the studio she wishfully would find Jungkook in.

The corner of her lips turned slightly upwards, noting the light coming through the small window in the door to the studio.

The closer Nia got to the door, the more shielded she was from the wind. It made the loud noise die out and as she was not more than a few meters away from the studio, she recognized the sound of a keyboard playing.

The girl stopped in her tracks, shocked when she faintly heard Jungkook's voice sounding.

A sigh of relief left her mentally, but the girl was holding her breath as she hesitantly reached the door and put her ear against it, listening.