princess peach

japanese denim

🗣long and v important note at the end please read so you don't yell at me later, thanks bae🗣

⚡️language warning too idk but probably⚡️

*Momo's POV*

It was fairly early when Jihyo's wake up call rang throughout the entire dorm. I was startled at first, but then again, when am I not?

I looked around the room, making sure everything that I needed was either packed away in a suitcase or stuffed somewhere in a carry-on.

Jeongyeon, on the other hand, was somehow able to sleep through the ear splitting screams of our righteous leader.

"Jeongyeon, it's time to go, come on." I shook her gently, knowing that if I woke her up too hastily, I was sure to get my ass handed to me within seconds.

"I know, I know, I'm going . . . " she mumbled and turned her head in the other direction.

I decided to be generous and give her a couple more minutes of rest.

My body felt stiff and sore so the journey to the hallway seemed like a struggle through my half opened eyes.

Luckily, no one was using the bathroom, so I was able to get in and out quickly.

The majority of the girls were already in the living room, gathering their things, catching a quick bite to eat, or messaging their families, telling them that they'd be safe and that they'd be back soon.

I could feel an unsettling sensation in my gut.

I decided to go back upstairs instead of lingering, this time, managing to get Jeongyeon up.

She went into the bathroom while I quickly changed into some fresh clothes; a pair of black joggers, an oversized red sweatshirt, and some sneakers.

I was one bun in to putting my hair up when I heard my phone ding with a notification.

It was a text message. That empty feeling that I got earlier seemed to dissolve as I read it.

It was from Taehyung.

From: Taehyung <3

Message:

Hey Peaches, thanks for last night, I'm already feeling better 😊 I know you're leaving today, stay safe, know that I'll miss you . . . I want to ask you something but I think it can wait until you get back. Bring me back a kiss from Japan ~

'That cheeky little fuck'

Knowing my tendencies well, I knew the majority of our trip would be spent pondering what it was he wanted to he wanted to ask me.

I decided to text him on our way to the airport, but I kept smiling at his message, long after I finished reading it.

By the time I reached the living room for the second time, everyone seemed to be grabbing snacks and passports, ready to go.

I shuffled around my carry-on and felt a wire-y mess, I pulled out the tangled cluster and started to untangle the headphones.

'Jesus Christ, by the time I untangle these, we'll be in Japan.'

I gave up on them and instead started lugging my stuff out the door.