The Impossible

Who Knew Texting Can Be Fun?

I couldn't sleep a wink that night. I kept thinking about him; his smile, his voice and his glance. My heart couldn't stay still. *But I'm just a fan.* I told myself. But the way he stared at me couldn't leave my thoughts.
Dawn broke. I finally fell asleep. I woke up at about 9. I got out of bed, showered and put on a grey tank top, black overcoat and jean shorts. I didn't put on makeup; I didn't want Jungkook to think that I dressed up for him. I had my own reputation. I went to the kitchen and made myself a toast. I was so lost in thoughts that I ended up with a burnt one. I shrugged and ate it anyway and gulped down my coffee. When I finished, it was already 11. I slipped into my black trainers, gently put the umbrella into my bag and left the apartment.

I faced the BigHit building. I was blocked by an annoying security. I yelled at him, saying that I needed to see Jungkook. He was too big for me and he pushed me away. Then a shout came from across the room. The guard tensed. I turned and saw Jungkook walking in my direction. He ordered the guard to leave. As soon as the coast was clear, he said, "I've never seen a girl shouting at a man before."
I put my hands on my waist. "What? You're going to make sexist comments?"
He chuckled. "No, I thought that was cute."
I looked away. *Be still, my trembling heart.* I quickly handed him the umbrella and turned to leave when he caught my arm. "You can't leave yet. You haven't seen the others." With that, he put his arm on my shoulder and dragged me across the hall.

The boys' expressions were hard to read. They were all eyeing me suspiciously. Taehyung was holding in his laughter. Jin spoke first. "Jungkook-ah, you didn't tell us you had a girlfriend!"
I choked. *Girlfriend?* Before I could argue, Rapmon spoke, "How old are you, Miss?"
Not quite understanding where this was going, I said, "19, in Korean age."
They all gasped. Hoseok exclaimed, "Jungkook-ah! She's a minor! How dare you?"
I knew for sure that I was all red. I shouted, "Oppa!"
Jungkook laughed. "She's just a fan."
Jimin raised his eyebrow. "Then why do you have your arms around her?"
I quickly grabbed Jungkook's hand and put it aside. But before I let go, he held my hand tightly. My heart was pounding like crazy. I whispered, "I need to go, oppa," and fled the room. I heard Jungkook shouting, "Don't call me oppa!" Giggling, I left the building.

I ended the video-chat with my best friend and placed my cellphone on my desk. I sighed. It felt great, finally talking to someone who understood me. I glanced at the clock. 2am. To hell with the time-zones. I yawned and was about to switch off the lights when my cellphone beeped. It was a text from an unknown number. I clicked.

Unknown Number:
Whatcha doing, Chloe-ssi?

Who's this?

A reply came instantly.

Jungkook

I snorted. Obviously, someone was playing a prank.

You're lying.

My phone beeped. It was a video call. Reluctantly, I picked it up. Sure enough, Jungkook's face popped on the screen. Then, he hung up instantly. A text came soon after.

Believe me?

Maybe?

Sorry I had to hang up. I'm in my bedroom and I'm not supposed to reveal it.

How did you know my number?

I have my secrets.

And are you supposed to be texting a fan with your private number?

No, but I trust you.

How come?

You aren't just a fan. You're different.

My heart was beating so fast. With trembling hands, I typed,

I'm not supposed to be enjoying your cheesy lines, am I?

I don't know.

Doesn't matter. Get some sleep, oppa. It's already 2 am.

Can I see you tomorrow?

What the heck did he just say?

Where?

Just come to the back of the BigHit building.

Ok, oppa..Good night.

See you.

I went to bed.