"What are you doing?"
I open one eye followed by the other to see Jungkook standing there with both hands in his pockets. Wow. Did I really just imagine that?
His big brown curious eyes stare at me. After a while of silence he asks if I'm okay.
"hm? Ah, ye."
"So.. um.. what were you doing in our dressing room?"
"Oh.. this was your dressing room?.. Ah chesonghamnida.. I was just. uhh. looking for my.. my.. oh my cat!!! Yes (I say re-assuring myself rather than him), my cat! H-h-hamburgerrrrrrrrrrr, hamburgeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrr (stupid, I know. It was the only name I could come up with at the time okay!)", I call out while making loud cat noises; in hope of finding my cat, which in reality doesn't even exist.
Jungkook has this confused look about him and opens his mouth to say something but fails to let anything come out because he gets interrupted by some voice calling out his name.
"Omo, ottoke? She found me that fast? Ah, Mianhae but that's my cue to go, go, go! I hope you find your cat! I wish I could help you, but I really gotta g- ah! Chakamanyo. I have an idea!", he says with the most innocentest (made up my own words, yes i know) ever twinkle in his eyes.
He lock's eye contact with me (what is it with these boys and making eye contact), grabs my hand and *POOF!* Like a ninja he has my phone within his grasp. I didn't even notice it was gone. Woah. He's so sneaky! But tbh I don't even care. He can steal my phone off me any day.
And then suddenly I remember.. Jimin's photo! Why am I always realizing these things a second too late?
"ANDWAEEEE! YOU CAN-"
"Omo..." , he turns it on and sure enough the first thing he see's is Jimin's selca.
AHHHHHHHHHH, OMOMOMOMOMOMOMMOOMO YAH OTTOKE? What if I get caught? He'll probably think I really am a sasaeng fan! He surely won't believe how I met Jimin and will most likely call the security guards on me; which means I wont even get to see him or bangtan live! NEVER EVER!!!!
Aghhhh ottoke?! I'm panicking and on the verge of fainting.. when to my surprise he starts giggling.
"One of hyung's fans? Kekekeke, where'd you get this photo? His twitter? Snapchat? Insta? He probably uploaded it before they went backstage. You must be a pretty dedicated fan to have this photo already! Dae~bak~ And you didn't even know you were just in our dressing room!" I nod my head up and down, then sigh. Thankfully he didn't suspect anything. He's so innocent!
Jungkook slides open my phone and takes a selca. He sets it as my lock screen then takes another one for my home screen.
This is just too much man. I'm going to die from a heart attack at such a young age because of all the beautiful boys I've encountered, not to mention all in one day + THEY ARE ALL FROM MY FRECKIN BIAS GROUP BTS!
"Jungkook oppa is way cooler then Jiminie huyung, kuroche?" he says with a wink in my direction.
"n-n-ne" I stutter while blushing.
"Owoah!!! Keoyoebda! Irimun mwoeyo?", before I can so much as stutter the first letter a furious unnie comes storming out from the other side of the hallway. Her hair sticking out everywhere, make-up on point, outfit on point, facials.. not so on point.
"JUNGKOOK! JEON JUNG KOOK! YOU BETTER COME HERE RIGHT NOW OR ELSE! THE CONCERT STARTS IN LESS THAN 15 MINUTES AND WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING?"
"Omo, noona waso? Ppale! Your number!" he indicates to me. I quickly type in my number on his phone and he inserts 'hamburger' as the contact name. His noona is within meter's of us when Jungkook starts running like a crazy man and shouts behind him,
"JALLLGAAAAAAAYOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I'LL CALL YOU IF I FIND HAMBURGERRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"
"YAH! JEON JUNG KOOK! WHAT HAMBURGER?! YOUR ON A DIETTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! YAH, PABO! THE STAGES THE OTHER WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I watch them both disappear around the corner and that's the last I see of them.
Soooo.. Jimin has my number.. Jungkook has my number.. (although technically he only took it in hopes of finding hamburger.. my cat.. which he'll never find in this UNIVERSE seeing as how hamburger is figment of my imagination..) I'm wearing Jimin's stylist's clothing + I have her number.. I cant even rn.
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AH! THE CONCERTS GONNA START IN LESS THEN 5 MINUTES!!! Lisa's going to kill me!
Kaja, kaja!
