bts manager || k.th

Chapter: 33

34||Visiting Taehyung's Grandma

"i bELieveEe I caNnn fLYyyyYyy!!! I bElIve iI cAan TOuucH tH-" "Shut the fuck up!" Suga's voice rang through the house as I abruptly closed my mouth shut, but sang in a softer voice after a minute or two. "I believe I can flyyyy~" I sang using my softest voice possible as I rinsed myself with water, using the soap as a mic while singing passionately. It has been 2 days since we last came back from the hotel, and let me just say that everything went more smoothly than expected. Our supposedly mini vacation got extended until next week, so we were allowed to do whatever and wherever we want to do or go (except for occasional photoshoots that popped up in between. And let me tell you, it isn't neat to wake Suga up in his nap time. Let's just say I had a bruised stomach in the end of the day. Oh, and I also had to refrain Tae from beating the shit of out his hyung.)

The extension gave the boys enough time to visit their families, and oh boy, they sure were happy. They all headed towards their houses right after the party, and they decided to spend time with their family for 3 days. Sadly, Yoongi decided to stay there only for 2 days, seeing that his parents and him were quite uncomfortable and awkward by the fact they didn't support his career. And let's just say I had to go pick his drunk ass up from the bar after he had a total of 7 bottles of soju, crying his life out after meeting his parents. After 4 painkillers, 2 bowls of soup, and 3 washcloths filled with barf, we eventually became close friends (considering that only two of us were in the dorm), and he apologized again for punching me straight into the gut.

For me, well, I don't have anyone except the boys and Peter, so I just decided to stay in Peter's place for 2 days, and the rest in the dorms, trying my best to survive Yoongi's terrible mood swings. If you haven't noticed, Jin clearly didn't say "language", after Yoongi cussed, with probably gave you the idea that he wasn't home, nor how you haven't heard Namjoon sing along with me. A pang of loneliness suddenly pierced my heart, making me pout as I dried myself with a fluffy towel (that had a customized bts chibi). Huhu, who knew I would miss them this much! I even miss how the three youngsters would run around the house, purposely stomping their feet just so that they could annoy Jin. I thought sadly as I ruffled my wet hair, coming out from the restroom.

However, one, unforgettable scene still lingered in my head, and it was Taehyung who kissed me during the night of the ball. Yes, he kissed me infront of everyone, and like those cliché movies, fireworks just had to explode right there and then, setting the mood. However, we didn't talk about that incident after, so I decided to go with the flow, even though half of me was craving to taste those sweet, fluffy lips again. Dammit, why is my life so messed up. I grumbled in my head as I whiped out my phone and started to scroll down my newsfeed. Casually reading on different posts, an image caught my attention as I clicked on it, and there appeared a boy who was hysterically crying, hugging his grandmother's dead body.

A pang of pain struck my head, making me stumble and crash on my table, knocking off my lamp post which shattered as I gave a slight squeal. Clenching my head tightly, I scooted away from the table as I lightly massaged my head, whimpering with pain. "Hey you okay?" A worried voice of Suga came from outside as he knocked on my door, shuffling with the doorknob. "I-I'm fine!" I cried back as I hurriedly wore my undergarments, along with a shirt and jeans, and slipped on my pair of brown cream colored boots which was given by BTS as a welcome gift for getting the job. "Something is not right." I muttered as I rewatched the video, taking in huge gulps of air as I processed the information that was in my head.

Shit. I totally forgot about Taehyung's grandmother incident. That was the main event that made me want to protect and make Tae smile. I'm so foolish! How could I forget this valuable incident?! I screamed at myself as I slammed opened the door and ran out the house, Suga yelling at me to keep it down. "The hell, what's wrong with that girl?" I heard him mutter just before I jumped into the taxi, slamming my lower abdomen into the hard seat, taking my breath away. Sadly, I had no time to waste, and with a quick gritting of teeth, immediately told the driver to go to Taehyung's apartment, me anxiously fidgeting as guilt slowly ate me alive.