I woke up to a body by my side. Cuddling with my form, not wanting to let go of me. I feel a sense of warmth and comfort through it until he started to move. He is going to wake up, fuck! I need to get out of it. I slowly start to move the opposite side of him, he clings on to me harder. I can feel my heart start to race, what the fuck do I do? I slowly grab his hands and tried to move them away from my waist, he held on tighter. I kept trying, slightly moving the opposite way from him. Once he finally lost grip, my body fumbled and I fell from the bed. I landed on the cold floor, grunting 'fucking hell' as I did. I shut up immediately, thinking I woke him up. I didn't hear anything, sighing thank god that I didn't.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" Jungkook groaned out with his sleepy voice, fuck.
"U-uuh yeah..." I said, internally slapping myself. Instantly getting up from the cold marble floor. I look at him, he looks like a mess.
"Do you have some Advil with you by any chance?" He said, grabbing his forehead and closing his eyes because of the light inside the room.
I laughed a bit and walked over to my bag, pulling out a container of Advil, and giving him water in a glass. He takes the Advil away from my hands and takes two pills. He then grabs the water from my other hand and drinks the pills away.
"How are you feeling?" I ask him even though I know the answer.
"I feel amazing! Thank you for asking!" He sarcastically chirped at me, I rolled my eyes. Then I asked him the question that had my stomach turning.
"D-do you remember anything from last night?"
My stomach is turning, my heart is racing, I need him to remember.
He thought and thought, trying to remember even a glimpse of last night. He looks at me slightly curious why I'm panicking.
"I only remember bits and pieces of it, why? Did I do something?" He asked me, rubbing his head. My heart broke, he was just drunk, it meant absolutely nothing. I smiled a bit at him, as if nothing inside of my body was hurting.
"No, you just came to my room and passed out on my bed." I tell him. He looks at me for a long time before nodding and drinking some more water.
"How many more days do you have here before you leave?" He asks me, I think.
"About 3 more days," I tell him, his face falls a bit.
"What?" I chuckled a bit, he signals me with his hand to sit next to him in the bed, I do.
He slowly brings his arms around me, he hugs me with passion and sadness, I return the hug.
"Can't you just stay a bit longer, please?" He tells me while looking at me, our faces are really close to each other. My heart is going crazy, I need to get out of this. I'm not moving though, I stay in the same place.
"Nope, I'm sorry," I tell him, his face falls.
"It's okay," he said, pulling himself away from me, I relax.
"Wanna do something today?" I tell him, he thinks.
"Wanna go to the beach?" He tells me, I think.
"Sure, but I'm hungry so let's eat first,"
He smiles at me, nodding as a response. He gets up from my bed as starts walking to the front door, I walk with him. He looks at me, I look at him.
"Pick you up in an hour," he says, I nod.
"Wanna invite the guys?" I ask him, he thinks.
"Sure, I'll tell them," he replied slowly walking away from my hotel room.
Once I closed the door, I started to get dressed. I put on a black bikini and my white shorts and a shirt on top. I scrunched up my hair so it would turn curly and applied a small amount of makeup. I was about to apply some mascara before hearing a knock on the door. I walk over to the door, already knowing who it was. It wasn't him.
"Why are you getting so ready y/n?" Elijah asks me, looking at my form.
"I'm going to the beach with my friends" I tell him while walking back inside, he closed the door behind us and plopped on my bed. He watched me put makeup on.
"How did you even become friends with them? You usually never talk to anyone,"
"Woow thanks!" I sarcastically tell him, sounding butt-hurt. He laughs.
"I'm serious though, how did you guys become friends?"
"Well I met Namjoon on the plane and we saw each other again at the hotel and he introduced me to his friends, so now we are all friends." I tell him, he hummed as a response.
"So how are you feeling?" He suddenly starts to get serious, I look at him.
"What do you mean?" I tell him.
"We haven't been here since the crash 5 years ago," he tried to say without tearing up. He failed.
I sit next to him, hugging him. He cried in my arms. This few years have been really tough on us. You just can tell, we look broken inside.
"I cried a few days ago, does that answer your question?" I tell him, tearing up myself.
"I really miss them." He sobs at me, I let him. Our lives haven't been the same ever since and it's hard to even talk about.
"Have you talked to brother?" I ask him. I can hear him sniffle faintly.
"No, I haven't. Have you?" He asks me.
"No, I haven't talked to him for over a year. How do you think he is doing?"
"The same as us, he just doesn't like talking about it at all, he tries to ignore it," he sobs to me.
"Damn." That was all I could say before I feel a tear go down my face. Bye mascara.
"Y/n," he tells me
"Yes?"
"Please don't leave me," He sobs to me, I'm confused.
"Why would I leave you, You are the only support I have left."
Tears start coming down my face, I lost my strength.
"I feel like you will leave me, the same way mom and dad did. Please don't leave,"
He clings onto me harder, I do the same.
"Elijah, Please don't talk that way.. I won't leave you," I'm sobbing to him.
He doesn't say anything, he just keeps sobbing into my arms. I see the hurt in him, he took the news harder than me. I hate seeing my brother this way. We just keep crying, not stopping each other. We sobbed so much there was nothing left to cry. We drained ourselves completely, our eyes sting.
After a while, he somehow became his joking-self. As if nothing happened, I guess it runs in the family. We both were laughing and talking to each other before hearing a knock on the door. Before I was able to get up myself, Elijah got up and went to the door.
"Who are you?" He says at the door, FUCK!
I instantly get up and run to the door, it was Jungkook.
"Elijah, this is Jungkook. A friend of namjoon." I tell him, he scans Jungkook up and down. Jungkook looked traumatized for life. And elijah then says...
"So... what are you doin coming up to my sisters room?"
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Fanfiction"My father used to tell me, where there is hopes, there will always be trials. I never fully understood what it meant until now..." you said with the widest smile one your face. A story where you meet Jungkook and his band mates at a vacation. But...
