A story in which Kim (Y/N) was sitting in a coffee shop one day and was scouted by a K-pop entertainment company employee. " Hello there my name is Kim Ara I work for a company called Big-Hit Entertainment, and we're looking for new talent to create...
"You put yourself in danger (Y/N). I mean, seriously, grow up." I bit the inside of my cheek to try and calm myself down so I wouldn't blow up at Jungkook. "No, you grow up. I understand I made a mistake, but that is no reason for you to ignore me. Your ignoring me only made me feel worse; the person I thought was my best friend ignored me for weeks, and you think I'm immature?" I could feel my face turning red from how angry I was, and at this point, Jungkook got up and walked over to me with an equally red face. "You stopped eating for how long? You lost how much weight that even Bang PD was worried about you." We were yelling at each other at this point, but it felt needed. "I was trying to be better. I read the comments. I just wanted to fit in with you guys. Do you understand how hard it is to pretend like I don't see comments talking about how I don't fit in, how I'm so ugly I should've never become an idol, how if I lost some weight I'd be better?" His look softened, and his eyebrows un-furrowed. "I understand it (Y/N). I get those comments, too. I didn't know it affected you so much. But you didn't need to stop eating." I shook my head at him. I thought he understood why I did it, but it turned out he didn't. "I just didn't know what else to do. I understand that not eating wasn't a solution, but it felt like one in the moment. But why didn't you talk to me? Jungkook, we haven't talked for almost a month." I could feel my voice cracking at the end of my sentence due to the mere mention of us not talking for so long. "I was just so upset. I wasn't taking care of you like I should've been, and seeing you put yourself through that made me mad at myself." I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Kookie, next time you get mad, don't ignore me. I think your ignoring me was worse than the recovery." He let out a chuckle as well while embracing me in a tight hug. "Never do that again. Stop reading the comments, and if you do read them, come talk to me, and I'll give you reasons why those comments are wrong." I didn't say anything and instead just nodded while burying my head into his chest. "I'm sorry for not talking to you. It's never going to happen again, I promise." I pulled away from the hug and blinked away the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes. "Can you sleep here tonight? Like how we did the first night in the dorms?" I asked while taking his hand in mine, waiting for a response. He nodded and walked over to my bed, where he lay down, leaving just enough room for me to get in bed next to him. "Did you two figure everything out?" Hobi asked while walking up to my bed. "Yeah, we did," I replied in a monotone voice. I wasn't upset; in fact, I was ecstatic that Jungkook was talking to me again, but I wanted to just be calm in his arms for a few hours before we had to get back to work. "Good night, make sure to wake up early," Hobi cooed while leaning down to lay a gentle peck on my forehead. "Where's my kiss?" Jungkook shouted in a joking manner as Hobi walked out of the room. I sat up before leaning over to plant a kiss on the boy's forehead, mimicking Hobi's actions towards me.
The drive to the stadium was supposed to be bonding time for Namjoon and me, but he slept through the entire car ride, which ruined my bonding time with him. "What has you so deep in thought?" Nari asked, pulling me out of my trance. "Nothing, you know how easily I space out," I replied while looking at myself in the mirror's reflection. I had already gotten dressed, so now Nari was just working on my hair. The dress was just as perfect as it was the day I tried it on.
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