We Broke Up | Jungkook

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TWENTY ONE

"Just please don't listen to those people, you're just perfect the way you are." He said comfortingly, using his thumbs to wipe my tears away.

I nodded, looking away.

This is so painful.

•••

A new day has started in a blink of an eye — rapping competition day.

BTS went to Japan very early in the morning, and Jungkook barely got sleep. We were trying to find ways to deal with all the dating scandals but we didn't seem to have any solutions.

So, we just continued the rapping practice until late at night. I told Jungkook to go to sleep, getting prepared for the departure to Japan. He hesitated at first but he eventually listened to me.

I continued practicing even if my nose was bleeding, my head was aching, my throat felt sore. I gave up the moment my eyes felt heavy, so I decided to go to my room and rest.

Right now, all I could feel is the tension coming from the staffs, Hyemin, and PD-nim. I kept playing with my fingers, trying to calm myself down.

"So, I'm going to clarify you about the competition," PD-nim spoke and we all looked at him. "If both Haena's scores and Hyemin's scores are even, there will be another final round for them to compete." He said firmly and I almost sighed out loud.

"Let's get started with the rapping section," He spoke and I felt all nervous. "This time, Kim Haena, you can go first."

I exhaled a deep breath, standing up from my chair and walked to the center. I took the mic in my hand, clutching it tight. I'm going to be natural, I'm going to go with the flow. I'm going to do well.

I won't disappoint you, Jungkook.

Before the beat started, I covered my head with my hood and changed my expression instantly. This beat gives off an extremely fierce aura, so I have to be kind of fierce too.

I remembered all my lyrics, and started off without any mistakes. I guess I did well? However, I still feel insecure. I'm so afraid that the result will disappoint Jungkook again. Even so, I tried my best.

As soon as the song finished, everyone clapped and whispered. I lowered my head, walking back to my seat.

Hyemin stood up, walking to the center. She chose a beat that is similar to mine.

She started off perfectly at first but the moment she reached 2nd verse, she forgot the lyrics.

Shit! Hyemin, don't be nervous! Just continue!

She shut her eyes, trying to think of the lyrics. You can do it, Hyemin! I kept fidgeting on my seat, worrying about Hyemin. She eventually finished the song and everyone clapped for her.

She walked to her seat with a completely unsatisfied look. I wanted to cheer her up or calm her down, but in this state, I know that I can't.

People started voting, writing stuffs on the papers. I kept shivering, fidgeting on my seat.

"The voting is finished," The same girl from last time announced, and we both stood up to stand at the center.