Whalien 52 | BTS

Part 10 - Final

"I can't believe you actually cried while leaving me a voice mail~!" You cooed into the microphone of the heated cell phone, listening to the voice that gave you joy of just the thought. "For the hundred time, I didn't cry! My nose is just stuffed!" He quarrels with a smile, as he turned around in the king-sized bed. Your fingers tangled in your newly washed hair, feeling the freshness of a cold breeze stroke against your bare skin.

"Don't take it as a terrible thing Jungkookie, it's cute" You giggled, throwing the towel away onto the marble floor of your bathroom. An annoyed huff in the background of the speaker, you hummed to get ready for another defensive comment. "You think I'm cute?" He questioned, trying to keep his excitement at a minimum waiting for an answer. His body aching from the concert but the feel of his muscles contracting at the imagination of you in just a single towel.

"I think you're pretty cute, yeah. You're like a pocket-sized bunny"

"POCKET SIZE?? For your information, I'm at least 178!" He puffed his cheeks and raised his chest, at the sound of your laughter in the speaker.

"What do I know? Photos can be photo shopped and false information can be found continuously on the internet-" You teased, putting on your sleeping attire while trying to keep the phone steady between your cheek and shoulder. "It's not like I have met you in real life either, to confirm that you are as big as you say, Mr. White rabbit" You finished, crashing on the unprepared bed.

"Did you just reference me as the rabbit from Alice in wonderland?" He chuckled, scrunching his nose of the sudden comment. But something inside of himself, broke down at the sound of your vocals octaves lower at the last sentence.

"I sure did"

"Inaccurate. I'm never late and definitely, got the time, I just ask my manager" He snickered, looking at the clock of his phone saying it's way past his bedtime. Even surprised, of the longest phone call of his life on a random week day.

"Hey Jungkook?" You questioned, watching the stars blind the darkened night of the sky. A significant hum responding from the other line as his eyes opened to your call. "Why did you have my phone in the first place? I can't find a logic reason for having yours, but it sounded like you knew it all" You whispered, trying to piece the puzzle together as Jungkook bit on his lower lip in determination of the truth.

"You know... Whatever I'm going to say, please don't think of me as a creep" He spoke, taking in a deep breath as your ears peaked at the sound of his statement. Sitting against the fluffiest pillows, you prepared yourself for a ride of lost memories. "Spring break, you were at this bar I go to when I feel down or want to be alone without the members. It's the last place they would suspect I am, instead of an arcade, which is funnier if I may say..." He chuckled, remembering the DDR game that occupied his game nights with the boys.

"You were there, at the table by the corner in the bar. The music was so loud, the smell of alcohol and sweat were making me dizzy, but you distracted me. I was sure you were looking at my direction, even sure you recognised me. Actually, at those times, I would flee to be safe....But I didn't. I couldn't."

"Why couldn't you?" You questioned with a whisper, not trying to break the atmosphere that grew between a digital line, as your heartbeat hardened at every beat. The fuzzy memory of a boy in the shadows, was still unknown and didn't make an impression to be remembered.

"Because, you were beautiful. There was something about you." He chuckled awkwardly, rubbing his face into his hands and the cheeks burning of the delightful scene. "I don't think you can imagine, the war inside of me that went; 'Should I go? what if'. I wanted to speak to you, and stayed to gather up the courage to talk. As time went by, my balls minimised and I never went over to your table. Your smile was so god damn gorgeous, but it faded throughout the night. I wished to see it again, so I kept myself in the distance."