Odd Chance (Jeon JungKook x Reader) - English

Twelfth

The next morning you were woken up by Gemma climbing out of the bed, movements wobbly and hair sticking out in a way you'd expect to see after an exorcism. You were still sleepy, so you only heard her choking on her breath. She probably read Nam Joon's text, because there was no way somebody with a pounding headache would be crying. There were other things to worry about.

"Gemma, are you okay?" you groaned, shifting slightly so you could see her standing next to the TV table.

"He wants to meet before we leave. Do you think I should meet him?" she asked, tears falling from her cheeks.

"Will it make you feel better?"

"God, I want to be with him forever. I am afraid I will not go home if we meet again." She sounded determined, however, you knew she wouldn't stay. She might return after finishing her degree, but wouldn't risk her education for something that might not even last.

"Meet him. It will be okay... I can come with you if you want," you offered, finally getting out of bed.

"Would you really?" she asked, wiping off snot from her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie.

"It goes without saying. You text him, we get ready and meet up. I will stay behind, because it is personal after all, but I will be a call away, okay?" You were standing in front of her by the time you finished what you wanted to say and enveloped her in a bone crushing hug.

"I love you so much," she said, choking on her sobs.

"Oh, enough with that, you silly goose," you swat at her playfully, trying to push back some ugly tears.

"It is true. You are like the sister I never had. Thank you for always being there for me, and when we get home, I will prepare the biggest feast of the year," she promised, puling way from you, finally smiling.

Keeping to the plan, she called Nam Joon and they decided to meet up at their dorm. You were hesitant whether it was a good idea to go there, especially after not texting Jung Kook yesterday, like some player who gets what they want and never text again. By going there, you risked meeting him, and you weren't sure if you were ready for the final showdown. Regardless, you promised Gemma to go with her, and walking back on your word wasn't your thing. You picked something warm to wear, blue knitted long sleeved shirt and black leather skinnies, because looking good on your final day in South Korea was important. Gemma wore all black, even opted for a face mask like some idol, and didn't even bother with makeup, probably aware of all the crying which will follow.

You took a taxi to the boys' dorm, Gemma knowing the address probably by heart, and kept talking about small things you needed to do when you got home. It was really to distract Gemma from breaking down, but proved efficient, because she even cracked a smile at the lame joke you told about llamas. Gemma paid for the ride, and you were amazed when you go to the apartment complex, because it was at least fifteen stories tall, in prime condition and there was thick smoke seeping through one window. For some odd reason, you got a bad feeling about it, but left it at that. You thanked the driver and waited patiently until Gemma rang the intercom.

The lift took you up to the ninth floor, and you were immediately greeted by Nam Joon, standing there nervously, fidgeting with his phone. He looked a bit rugged to say the least. He had stubble. Stubble... His face war bare, revealing Gucci bags under his eyes and even a couple of pimples on his left cheek. He looked like your average guy, except he had some pretty deep purple hickeys in the crook of his shoulder. So, Gemma wasn't the only person being marked up like a map. He wore plain, leisure clothing, hoodie and sweat pants, hair pushed back under a beanie.