Fly, Run | Got7 & BTS FF

Chapter 5 :

(A/N: Pretend they are all speaking Korean...I'm to lazy to translate and all of that xD MIANHAE!!!)

~~~~A Month Later~~~~

     I got to know Bangtan more, but Got7 never left me. Jackson never left my side. I didn't have any classes with Bangtan, but we all hung out during break and after college hours. Yoongi and I got to know each other more, we had a lot in common, but I couldn't stop thinking about Jackson. Also, when I was with Jackson, I couldn't stop thinking about Yoongi. I don't know what was going on with myself, I'm just confused.
     Jackson placed his hand on my phone, from across the table, "Please." He whispered. "Put your phone down and give me a chance."
     I looked into his pleading eyes, then looked down to my phone. I felt guilty, and sadness overcome me. I put my phone on the table and looked up into Jackson's eyes again.
     He smiled at me and sat back in his chair. "Thank you."
     "I'm sorry." I whispered.
     Jackson chuckled. "If you're sorry, then don't do it. Just give me a chance, that's all I ask." He responded, leaning forward, placing his hand on mine.
     I smiled back at him.
     Jackson and I were sitting in front of a Panda Express, the others were inside ordering their food, Bangtan had something else they had to do.
     Jackson intertwined our hands together. "How are you and Yoongi doing?" He asked, a slight hint of pain was in his voice when he spoke.
     I glanced into his eyes, they were showing pain as well, but he had a forced smile on his face. "We're okay, I guess." I whispered. Jackson nodded in response. I felt guilty once more. I squeezed my hand to insure him, "But, let's not talk about that." I smiled, hoping to see his real smile that I missed so much.
     Jackson nodded once more.
     The door opened followed by a bell, signalling that the others were exciting the store.
     "Here you go." Bambam said aloud as he placed a to-go container in front of me.
     "Thank you." I responded to him.
     Mark placed a to-go container in front of Jackson.
     "Thank you." Jackson responded to him. Jackson tried to let go of my hand, but I squeezed a little tighter, keeping my eyes on my container.
     Jackson glanced up towards me. The others sat around the other tables, the tables could only fit 2-3 people on each one. I used my free hand to open my container, struggling a little bit. Jackson chuckled, as he moved his free hand to help me. I glanced up towards him.
     "Thank you." I whispered, trying to hide my smile.
     "Could you help me open mine?" Jackson asked, raising his eyebrows.
     I giggled and nodded, helping him open his container.
     It felt so natural around Jackson, it felt so right with Yoongi, I felt so guilty towards Jackson, but I didn't feel guilty towards Yoongi...I don't know...

     "(Y/N) we're about to head to the house, do you want me to walk you home?" Jackson asked me as we threw away our empty containers. Jackson or the others have never been to my house, let's just say it's not somewhere that a person should be staying. It's beat up, old, falling apart, the windows are broken and have wood nailed, and so much more.
     I shook my head, looking down. "I'm fine. Thank you though." I responded with a low voice.
     "It's late though. I don't trust people around here." He tried once more.
     "I'm fine, Jackson. I'm sorry." I whispered before I turned away from him, walking down the sidewalk away from the boys.
     My house wasn't that far from the Panda Express, so I turned down a few streets to my wore down house, called home. I sighed as I walked up the driveway towards the door.
     "You live here?" I heard a familiar voice from behind me. I jumped, turning around to face Jackson.
     "You followed me?" I asked him, shocked. I should have known better, this is Jackson I'm talking about here, my best friend.
     Jackson looked all over the outside of the house before he spoke. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked in a low voice.
     I sighed, looking down at my feet. "What does it matter?" I asked, I tried to sound annoyed but it came out as pain.
     Jackson looked over towards me, his face was unreadable. "(Y/N)..." He whispered. He walked over towards me, wrapping his arms around me. "I'm sorry."
     I shook my head. "You shouldn't have followed me..." I whispered into his chest.
     "Don't be embarrassed." He squeezed me a little tighter. "I don't think of you any differently." He whispered against my hair.
     I felt tears threatening to fall. "Jackson..." I whispered.
     "It's okay...I won't tell the others." He assured me.
     I nodded against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist.