Neighbors with Benefits // BTS

Sad News

"We'll be going to Japan for our concert and our fan meetings will be held there. We won't be back at Baby Bell Street until the end of May. So, early June, we'll be back." Namjoon explained. I literally forgot about that side of their lives. They were idols. I closed the oven after taking the pepperoni pizza out and placing it onto a cooling rack.

". . .Ok." I tried not to sound sad. I wanted to be happy for them, but why couldn't I smile?

"Why can't she come with us?" Jungkook asked the group.

"She has a business to run, we can't drag her into our own business," Yoongi answered.

"Yea," Jimin said.

"Ah, Japan. Sounds interesting. . ." Arthur smiled, eating his pasta. I took out a pizza cutter and began cutting out the slices. This was happening too soon. I wished they could stay a little longer.

"Don't cry once we leave. Or you'll make us sad." Taehyung said.

"I-I won't. . ." I put up a smile to hide the sadness. "Your pizza. . . it's done."

"Yaay!" Taehyung smiled and ran up to the kitchen with his plate to grab a couple of slices.

"Don't worry, we'll be back!" Hoseok said.

"I can stay with her till you guys come back. I'll watch over your house while I'm at it." Mei said. I seriously thought she was going to Japan with Jin. Why would she want to stay with the person she despised?

"Are you sure? That's so nice of you." Jin smiled with a full face of food in his mouth. Mei giggled and slapped his shoulder playfully. I twirled a strand of my brown hair before sitting back on the chair with the rest of the group.

"When will you guys be leaving?" Arthur asked. I glanced up at Namjoon for him to speak.

"Early morning at 5 tomorrow," Namjoon answered.

"So early, man!" Arthur exclaimed. "Have fun at your concert!"

"It's gonna be awesome!" Jungkook raised his chopsticks in the air out of excitement. The members began to talk about their performance when they get to Japan. I silently ate my pasta while taking glances at their joyful expressions. I was caught by Jimin staring down at me with a frown, right across from me. That was when I looked back at my food to avoid his gaze.

"We'll bring you souvenirs, Felicia," Yoongi said.

I nodded, still staring at my food, "Okay." I wouldn't be able to say goodbye to them when I wake up in the morning. The fact that my business was popular with BTS, I'm afraid of the changes of what people would think without them.

O~~~~~~~O

"Um, please spread the news; BTS will be going to Japan until the end of May. I hope you would still come by not for just of their fame." I spoke to the few costumers left. During the dinner shift, BTS didn't show up, so I expected them to be packing for their trip to Japan.

"No problem! I'll still come regardless!"

"The food's great."

"Aww, that sucks."

"Yoongi will be mad at me if I just came in for the Bangtan Boys. . ."

I was pretty relieved from their responses, but it still didn't change of what would tomorrow bring. I smiled from their answers and bowed at them.

"Thank you so much."

The remainder of the customers left and it was officially closing time. With Arthur's help, I was able to clean the dishes and the tables before 11 PM. I took off my pink chef coat and neatly folded it, placing it on the counter. Arthur walked up to the kitchen, ruffling his hair as he made with way to the fridge. I watched him opening it and closing it before looking down at me.

"BTS, leaving tomorrow?" Arthur asked.

"Yes. . ." My throat felt twisted. Arthur opened the fridge once more and pulled out a bottle of wine he got from France.

"Can you get some glasses? Let's try this." He gave a cheesy grin at me.

"Not in the mood to drink."

"Come on, Felicia! Pleeeeeeease?"

I sighed and made my way to the china cabinet to get a couple of glasses.

"Yes! Merci!" I heard him cheering in the background. After I got the glasses, Arthur immediately popped the cork out and poured in the dark blood liquid. I stared at it from its intense smell and covered my nose.

"What kind of wine is this?" I asked him.

"It's Banyuls," Arthur showed the brand on the bottle, "it's really good with desserts. Got any croissants?"

"I do." I went to my pantry to get some chocolate covered croissants. That wine smelled pretty strong to me, it made me regret saying yes to drink. I took a couple of croissants from the pantry and placed them on a plate.

Arthur set the two glasses of wine on the circular table along with the bottle. I placed the plate of croissants on it and sat down. Arthur handed me a glass that was half way filled. I gently grabbed it and took a sip, regardless of the smell.

"Delicieux. . . (Delicious. . .)" I murmured from its rich taste.

Arthur nodded. "I know."

I took a couple of more sips, and then more. Before I knew it, my glass was empty. Arthur kindly poured in some more for me and I thanked him before drinking another set. An hour passed by from our chatting and I was already on my fourth glass without noticing.

"Eh, you get drunk so easily. . ." Arthur chuckled under his glass. "The bottle of Banyuls is half way empty. . ."

"W-what do you mean? I'm not. . ." I slowly set my glass down. My head was throbbing from the alcohol I've consumed and my stomach felt like it was slowly burning. I hiccuped and shook my head drastically. I tried reaching for the bottle but my vision was going up and down. My hiccups came back once in a while.

"Donne moi la bouteeille. Je veux boire plus. (Give me the bottle. I want to drink more.)" I whined, trying to get it. I watched Arthur pushing the bottle away from me.

"Je vous laisse boire si vous me donnez votre collier. (I'll let you drink if you hand me your necklace.)"

I ignored him as I slowly got up to my feet. My legs were wobbly and I instantly sat back down. "Donne moi la bouteeille. (Give me the bottle)," I repeated. "Je veux boire mes douleurs. (I want to drink my sorrows away.)"

"What do you mean?" Arthur asked.

I felt my face heating up from the thought of BTS being gone to their trip to Japan. "Ils partent. . . Ils étaient si gentils avec moi. Ils partent. (They're leaving. . . They were so nice to me. They're leaving." Tears were already melting my face. I tried getting up on my feet hoping to meet them before they left. I sat back down again with my jelly legs and face planted my head on the table. My vision was getting blurry and it became difficult to see.

"Don't worry, I'm here." I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.

"Jin. . . " I mumbled. I was completely knocked out from the alcohol I had consumed.

"You can call him tomorrow. . ." I heard a whisper near my ears. "Let's go to bed."

I felt my feet leaving the ground and into someone's arms. I drifted off to sleep. I tried touching my necklace bit it felt like I was touching air.