Secretly Married to BTS Jeon Jungkook [SanaXJungkook]

Sports Festival Part I

Sana's POV

The wind whipped my hair as it sways with the cold breeze. The cluster of leaves slowly falls down on the ground just like a weightless feather. Tightly closing my eyes, feeling the warm heat envelops me. One month left before the month of December came. I still don't know what I shall do.

"Sana" Speaking of. It's been weeks since I started not to see him around SOPA. I reluctantly whipped my body to see him. He still looks the same except for his hair. He dyed it in blonde yet, still looks so dashing.

A loud gasp escaped my mouth. When he abruptly eats the space between us and encages me in his arms. I can feel his raging heartbeat.

"I miss you, Sana. So damn much"

"Uhh... yeah" I slowly take his arms off of me without him noticing it.

"Of course I... I miss you too. You've been a good friend to me." His vivacious expression earlier just vanished. Now I wonder did I say something wrong. I just say he'd been a good friend- oh yeah, I forgot that he didn't saw me as a friend. I didn't mean to be mean though.

He bit his lower lip then lean against the railings. The cold breeze starts to blew again making our hair dance with it. Diverting my gaze on the peer of students at the field. This is the first day of school festival and they are all out there to have fun. While I'm here all stressed-out. Thinking on what can I do on the last day. I suck on singing but I can dance.

"What's wrong? You look... despondent" he eyed me worriedly.

"It's nothing Mark Oppa." Averting his gaze, I suddenly remembered something.

Kookie!!

And by that moment I heard a loud cheering of crowd on the field. I glance at my wrist watch and I almost hit my head. 400 meter run was now starting.

'Kyyyaaahhh Jungkook Oppa!!'

'Go for the win Oppa!!'

Without any second thought, I run towards the door. Stupid Sana, how can I forget it?

"I'm sorry Oppa I better go!" I once shouted at him when I reached the door. Hurriedly balling my hand on the knob and tilted it. My brows meet each other when the knob didn't move. Using my other hand, I try to open it again but it's still no use. I'm sure I didn't lock it.

"Hello!! Can anyone hear me!!? Please open this door!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs while slamming the door really hard.

"Open the door!!!" Now how can I get out of here!? Why the hell this door I remember Mark Oppa was the last person who passed through here.

As if on cue I face him furiously. Did he plan this? I walked towards him with my heavy steps and clenched fist.

"Did you plan this?" I asked trying to calm myself suppressing the anger that was going to burst out in any minute.

"It's a no Sana."

"Then why didn't you help me!!? Why are you so calm!!? Tell me, did you plan this!!?" He's just looking at me sadly. Lips pursed and pain visible on his face. Guiltiness suddenly hit me.

"I didn't plan any of this Sana. Believe me. Besides it's still no use if I'd help you to shout and ask for help. They will never hear us." Well he got his point there. I slowly calm myself and think. We're here at the rooftop. There's still a 50% possibility we'll get out of here if they heard me all the way up here.