GOT7 My Celebrity boyfriend

😢 Alone 😢

It was so cold and I wasn't wearing any warm clothes. Why? Because when I got his call two hours ago, I just put on the first thing I've found in my wardrobe and then, run into the parc where we've decided to meet. But the gag is he hasn't shown up yet. And I'm still waiting for him in the dark alone not believing the fact that he stood me up .

Every five minutes, I checked my phone to see if there was any calls or messages from him that I've missed.

Nothing. I lost count of how many times I tried to call him and each time it goes directly into his voicemail. I couldn't reach him. There was no sign of him coming and I didn't know why I was still waiting for him. So, I decided to go back home. I put on my earphones and started to listen to his band's song called "angel".

I was walking down a dark street humming the song's beat. Suddenly, I got that feeling of someone was watching me. You know that feeling you get when someone's eyes are on your back. Yeah that's what I felt at that moment. It gave me the creeps.

I was so afraid to turn back to check who was following me. The tension was starting to increase which means that the person, whoever he was, was getting closer to me. That's when I saw his shadow overlapping mine. He was behind me.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Should I scream? Should I turn around? Should I run? Okay, I'm good at running so that would be the best choice for me in this kind of situation.

I started to run fastly but the shadow kept following me. I knew that soon, he would catch up with me. I wanted to see his face before he gets his hands on me. Unfortunately, as I turned to steal a glance at his feature, I tripped, fell down and hurted my knee and my elbow. That was exactly the only thing that no one who was on my shoes, being chased, wanted to happen to him.

_ "Please, don't hurt me. My boyfriend is a celebrity. He will give you anything you want." I said in sobs.

Silence. Then, the shadow started to laugh so hard. The laugh was so familiar. I knew that sound. I heard it before. This was... . This was... . This was Jackson's laugh. He fell down next to me. His hands on his stomach, laughing so hard.

_ "Hahahahaha, What? My boyfriend is a celebrity. Hahahaha. You're so funny, InHa" said Jackson while he was immitating me.

I got up, ignored him and kept limping into my house. I was so upset about my boyfriend not showing up and leaving me alone in the empty streets late at night when I could have been sitting comfy in my bedroom watching my favorite drama. And I didn't need another person to annoy me.

Jackson followed me. He sensed that I was so upset at that moment. And he felt bad about teasing me. So he apologized.

_ "InHaya, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Don't get mad at me. Sorry."

_ "Go away Jackson. You will get in trouble if a Dispatch reporter sees you...." He interrupted my words and put me in his back. I started shouting at him and asking him to put me down but as the stubborn Jackson, he just ignored me.

_ "Inhaya, you don't want to attract other people's attention this late. You will get us in trouble."

That's true. My screaming won't help me a bit. So I kept my mouth shut.

We arrived to a drugstore. He put me on a bench in front of it and asked me to wait for him. He, then, entered the store.

Why did he stop here? Is he sick? No, he seemed fine. Is someone from the members sick? I don't know. I started to get worried.

After some few minutes, he got out from the store with a desinfectant and a band-aid in his hand.  He got closer and kneeled down just in front of me. What was he doing?

_"Ayyyyy!! It hurts." I shouted when he touched my knee. It was bleeding. I didn't even pay attention that I was injured.
Jackson treated my injuries and put the band-aid in it.

_"Does it hurt?" He said. His eyes were full of worry.

_"Yes, it does." My injuries didn't hurt me as much as Mark did. I just can't get my mind away from the fact that he left me alone in this dangerous state without even trying to text me or ask if I came back safely. I kept thinking about it the whole way. I tried so hard not to cry but in vain.

Jackson started apologizing and blaming himself. I swiped my tears and told him with a little smile: "I'm okay. Let's go for a drink."

After 2 hours of drinking, crying and laughing at my own jokes, I ended up drunk. And I made a fuss in the bar. Jackson tried to calm me down not to make people recognise him. But the last thing I remembered was feeling my eyes getting heavy. And then, the dark evaded my sight.
I lost my consciousness and slept on the table.