100 Days With BTS

~Chapter 5~

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.

The water stopped running and you embraced yourself not to look at the lower part of his body when he came out of the ding dang shower. Fortunately, he was already wearing pants when he came out, but his upper body was still exposed.

Look away, look away, you thought repeatedly. "Hey (Y/N), you done with that hairdryer?" "Um, yeah. Here," you said, passing it to him. You hopped off the bed you were sitting on (Jin's) and was about to leave before...

"Hold on, (Y/N)!" You spun around, hair whipping into your face. "Make a funny face," he said. You cocked an eyebrow at him. "Pleaseeeeee? Jagiya~" "Fine, but please don't call me 'Jagiya' just yet. I don't belong to you," and as an afterthought, you added, "and you don't belong to me."

You made a wierd face and he laughed as if someone had replaced his skull with funnybones. "Thank you, (Y/N)." You smiled and nodded before turning and stepping out of the door.

V's P.O.V.

I could've punched myself. "Jagiya"? Seriously? Why did I even call her that? Why did I even stop her from leaving in the first place? If only she knew, if only she remembered... A memory came into my mind.

There we were. That's where this all started. I saw a cute girl talking to a guy I now know to be one of my best friends, Park Jimin. I walked up to them. "H-hi," I stuttered. "Yeobosseo, I'm (Y/N) and this is my best friend in the whole wide world!" 

I shoved my hands in my pockets and said, "That's cool." I knew there and then that I wanted her to be mine. Forever. 

(Y/N) was eleven and I was twelve when this happened. I remember she had a few pimples here and there, messy hair that she always kept pulled back in a ponytail, eyes that were always twinkling in the sun and moonlight.

I remember that night when she called me by cell, crying while telling me that she'd broken up with her first boyfriend, Lohan, I think. I'd rode my bicycle to her house that night and had a sleepover with her.

I remember the way that she'd cried into my shoulder, her tears soaking my Rock Star shirt. And I'd remembered what she'd said to me that night...

"Saranghaeyo, Tae. I'll always love you. No matter how far we would be apart..." I'd kept those words in my heart. I kept repeating them over and over again. She left Korea to study in Tokyo, Japan when she was 16 or 17.

It's been quite some time since that had happened, yet I would never, ever forget what I'd said to her that night, when she was sleeping: "I love you too, (Y/N)~"

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