Two Weeks - BTS JungKook Fanfic

Separation and trouble

The following days passed in a blur of meetings, model fittings and rehearsals. Sadly Jung Kook wasn't able to attend all of them due to going to see his family and meeting up with friends. Spending two nights without him felt odd as I had gotten used to waking up being used as a pillow.

Still, I was happier than I had ever been and filled the time without him working on more designs. It had been easy to slip into my old habit of working with very little sleep and next to no food. I had been snacking on a few bits I had picked up when I went to a bookstore for some jewellery design books and drinking copious amounts of tea and juices.

On the third night after he had gone I ended up in trouble. The receptionist had noticed no calls for room service or any visits to the hotel's restautant like I had been doing previously. I hadn't even heard the phone ring, the cleaning lady or the bellhop as I had earphones in. They had noticed the snack wrappers, scrumpled papers, pencils and the books on the table and floor so cleared up and left me to work.

I had no idea he was back until Jung Kook removed my pencil from my hand, pulled out my earphones and scolded me for a good ten minutes. I'd repeat what he said but I'll admit I wasn't paying much attention for most of it as it takes me a while to turn off workaholic mode.

"Hey! I asked if you had eaten properly since I left?" Oops, he sounded pretty annoyed. I motioned to the bin and the now empty wrappers.

"Eaten, yes. Properly... not by your standards but by my creativity has taken over mode. I have been breaking to nap and shower you know? Plus I've been to a lot of meetings and stuff as well." I replied, refusing to look him in the eye, guilt etched on my face.

After a gentle swat on my head he made me put shoes on and took me out to a food stall. We sat, ate and talked about his family and friends and I did my best to focus and forget about work for a bit. When we got back I was stripped and dumped in a bubble bath amid threats of  early nights for the remainder of my time in Korea.

I had exchanged my ticket for one leaving a week after Fashion Week was over, instead of a few days after so that was a lot of nights to worry about. It was pointless arguing, so when he came back to check on me after half an hour, I agreed to setting a better schedule that included food and proper sleep.

I let him give me a massage again and as I relaxed under his hands I felt a deep exhaustion kick in. As the show was the day after tomorrow I wasn't needed so could sleep as long as I wanted to. I wriggled and dislodged Kookie kneeling up on the bed so I could thank him for taking care of me. I apologised for being terrible at balancing work and everything else while unsupervised and promised to do better in future.

I kissed him deeply before turning in for the night, drifting off to the sounds of him running a bath for himself, a soft smile on my face.