𝐀𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𖹭ྀི

part 14

"Y/N, I’VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR THE PAST FIVE MINUTES! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!" Zyran yelled, shaking you out of your daze.

You blinked, coming back to reality, a nervous smile creeping onto your face. "Hehe—what? What were you saying? I didn’t—"

"NAH NAH, WHY WOULD YOU LISTEN WHEN YOU’RE CLEARLY NOT PAYING ATTENTION?!"

"Zey, calm down! No need to scream; people are watching us," you said, embarrassment creeping into your voice amidst his yelling.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Now tell me, what are you even thinking?"

"I wasn’t thinking anything—"

"Shut up! If you lie to me, I’ll tell Mom that you fainted a week ago."

You shot him an annoyed glare. "Zeyy, you’re not my friend; you’re my enemy! Every time you threaten me, I hate you, humph~." You pouted and turned your gaze away, crossing your arms.

Zyran laughed, a light sound that made you crack a smile despite yourself. "Hey, hey! Now, tell me, what were you thinking so deeply?"

You sighed, the weight of your worries pressing down on you. "I was just stressing about my dresses, Zey. I don’t know if I’ll mess them up. They’re for the most famous band in the world; I can’t let their reputation down because of my designs."

Zyran grasped your hand gently, rubbing it with reassurance. "Y/N, you’re the best designer. You won’t mess up, trust me. Just go with the flow; everything will be perfect."

You nodded, a small smile breaking through your anxiety.

Right now, you were sitting in a cozy café with Zyran, two days having passed since your stay with Jungkook. You hadn’t seen him since, as you got busy with your work and he with his photoshoot. The lingering thoughts of that moment with Jungkook still danced in your mind, but Zyran’s presence grounded you, reminding you that you had your own dreams to chase.

You had been thinking about him so much lately that it was starting to mess with your mind. You found yourself zoning out in the middle of conversations and tasks, lost in thoughts about how he was doing, if he was okay, and whether he missed you too. Should you call him? Should you go check up on him? You imagined him busy practicing, and the more you thought, the more frustrated you became. Finally, you smacked your head, cursing yourself for overthinking everything.

Zyran sighed as he noticed you zoning out again. "Y/N, come on, let's go. I have a meeting in half an hour. I'll drop you off at your company," he said, gently taking your hand and leading you outside.

The cool breeze hit your face as you stepped out, and you felt a bit of clarity returning. "Thanks, Zyran. I really needed this," you replied, grateful for his support. As you walked together, you tried to push the thoughts of him aside, focusing instead on the conversation with Zyran. The rhythm of your steps matched the beat of your racing heart, and for a moment, you felt a sense of calm wash over you.

You let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of boredom settle in while sitting at your desk in the office. "Should I go check up on him? No, no, he must be busy. Ugh, what the hell happened to you, Y/N?"

You attempted to focus on your work, but it felt like your body had a mind of its own. Before you knew it, you found yourself standing up and making your way toward the practice room, each step fueled by a mix of curiosity and anxiety.

As you approached the door, your heart began to race, echoing in your ears. You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, before finally opening the door. To your dismay, the room was empty, the silence almost deafening. Just as you were about to turn and leave, you heard the soft sound of the bathroom door creaking open from within the room.