Fake love; j.j.k

Chapter 3

"Are you here, yet?" I say as I sat in the waiting area of the airport.

"I'll be there in a sec. I have to stop by the boys' dorm first."

I sigh knowing that this might take forever. Maybe it's just paranoia, but
I had the feeling that people were staring. Or maybe I'm just being awkward and over thinking the fact that I was the only non-Korean person here.

"Just hurry." I tell her.

"Okay, okay."

***

"Taehyung!" Jungkook yells to get the older's attention.

He looks in his body mirror and begins to adjust his shirt nervously. He had no clue what was making him this way. His palms were sweaty and his heart was beating rapidly. It's not like we're going to be a real thing. It's only pretend, right? He kept telling himself, but maybe that was the thing. What if this starts and you're this crazy fan girl that's way to clingy. He thought to himself, even though he knew that wasn't the reason why he felt the butterflies creeping closer and closer to his throat.

"You called?" Taehyung says sticking his head in the door clearing the maknae from his thoughts.

"Do you think this outfits okay?" He says nervously.

Taehyung looks the the boy up and down placing his index on his chin and his thumb below in a thinking manner.

"The shirt is fine, but what's with the leather pants. Your meeting a girl, not performing a concert." He says jokingly. "Take those off and wear these." He says tossing a pair of jeans over in the direction of Jungkook.

The younger catches them as the other leaves him to change.

"I liked these pants." Jungkook whines, but begins to take them off anyways.

His fingers worked at the button and zipper of the leather clothing before he began pulling them down. Not even pass mid-thigh and something was already stopping him from pulling the pants off. He down on the hem, but his clammy hands just slipped off of them. Jungkook slowly sat on his bed and tugged on them as hard as he could, but once again his hands slipped and the pants stayed put. He wiped his hands on his shirt and bed to try and get the dry. He tried one more time to pry them off but they weren't moving.

"Tae..." he yelled through the house and foot steps were not long followed.

"You need my help again?" He says entering the room.

"Ne." The maknae says embarrassed.

"What? Do you need me to change you, too?" He says crossing g his arms and staring at Jungkook's questionable position.

"Ne."

"What?!" Taehyung scoffs.

"My pants; they won't come off." He says pulling at them to show Taehyung that they were stuck in place.

"I have to do everything for you, huh?" Tae says as he walk over to the boy and grabs at the bottom of his pants. He yanks quickly, but the pants stayed still.

Taehyung raises a brow at the pants and pulls again, but the same result showed. He yanks one more time but with more force.