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••×e n t r y  15ו•

[Dear Jungkook,
The only thing I can do when I miss you is; to stare at your pictures and smile.]



AUTHOR's POV.


A month have passed after the last incident that you saw Jungkook at the vending machine.

The pain in your heart keeps getting heavier and heavier, hearing news about him and his girlfriend from Mac and Potato was tragic for your heart. It felt like torture. Mac was one of the closest to Jungkook and you can't help but to listen to him sometimes when he was with the boys inside their practice room listening to your english lessons. Mac would tell a lot about Jungkook asking him some suggestions for a romantic date that he and his girlfriend would plan. And you stood their listening, silently letting the pain hug your heart, as you heard that the person you love, asking about things to make his love happy.

But what can you possibly do? You're just his fan girl. You sure can love him, but he can love someone else too. Forgetting him was never an answer, but forgetting the feelings and giving up. Letting go of what's not yours, not because you're tired, but because you wanted him to be happy and he can't be happy with you. You already knew it to yourself that he's never going to be yours, hypothetically, his likes weren't for a low people like you. You're just a fangirl that would create romantic stories of him and you before you sleep. . . imagining that he's your prince and you're his princes. In your own imaginations, everything was perfect, you love each other and no one is stopping you. But reality was always there. Jungkook already got himself someone. . . which isn't you.

"Okay. . . now, now, we need to pack our papers and leave this room." Mac commanded the boys in front of his eyes, as he shooed them out of the practice room.

Walking in, your eyes landed on the pile of paperwork that you gave the boys yesterday. Having a sluggish face obvious on each one of them, you gave them a questioning look.

"Uhh-- uhm. . . they-they... The p-producers want to renovate this r-room." Potato muttered shyly, fidgeting with his fingers.

"So, you guys are moving into a different place?" You asked.

"No. WE'RE MOVING!" Barusu and Subaru exclaimed at you in usion.

"We're going to a different practice room, since we needed practice room more than a lesson room." Z boredly told you having that 'I'm-tired-as-fuck' face. He wasn't giving dirty jokes for the first time.

Moving to the next question, you asked. "Where are we moving then?" And you wished you shouldn't have.

"To our sunbae-nim's! BTS!" They all clapped their hands, happy about the news.

"They said we can stay with them, since the management actually told us to work at the parking lot. . . and we don't want that, soooooooo," Mac explained, a cheeky smile crept on his lips. "I asked Namjoon hyung if we can work with them. . . their practice room is really big and they weren't actually practicing as of now, just chillin' I guess."

All of the blood on your face went low, as your throut dried down. Face pale and trembling lips. Your eyes were shaking, earning a sly smirk on Barusu, Subaru and Z' lips. Those three knew so well that you're shaking in the inside because that would mean, more chances of bumping into Jungkook and when it means more, it means MORE! And the fact that you were trying your best for the past few weeks to avoid crossing paths with Jungkook, excites the three idiots. They surely wanted to watch a drama.

"Off we go!" Mac instructed, as the boys marched out of the old practice room and go after him.

You weren't moving one inch, but you knew that the three boys would drag you out with them, having thet devlish smirks on their faces.


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