• him • || • jungkook ff •

Six

The next morning, all I could do was watch my brother get into Bangtan's limo and ride away to the concert venue. I was so nervous for him. For all of them; and I missed Jungkook. I wanted to see him before the performance, to make sure he was okay.

An hour later my phone started blowing up. So many texts. I heard them from inside my shower. I got out in my towel and made my way over to my desk. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was. Jungkook.

I sighed, wishing that I could be backstage with them and help them get ready. But I was lucky enough to go to this concert for not too much money. If you wanted good seats you would have to pay over a one million won. But eomma, appa and I got three tickets for a hundred won; and that was mostly because we were related to one of the members.

My heart was beating so fast, and my face felt hot. What did he want to tell me? I made sure my bedroom door was locked and let my towel drop.

At that moment my phone started ringing. I rushed over to it, completely naked, expecting a regular phone call. But it was Jungkook. He was trying to FACETIME me.

"AISH CHINCHA!" I yelled. I had already pressed the answer button, through instinct. My phone hit the floor and I was desperately trying to hide in my closet. I could see Jungkook and Yoongi's face on the screen, searching.

"Eh, that's her ceiling. I helped appa install that fan," Yoongi oppa said. I silently slapped my forehead.

"Yah, I'm changing, please hang up," I said urgently. Even from my awkward view from within my closet I could see Jungkook's eyes get huge. A moment later the call was cut and I slowly crawled out of my hiding spot. I picked up my phone and threw it on my bed.

"Omo, what a life," I mumbled. Once I was dressed I made my way downstairs. I had picked out an oversized sweatshirt that faded from dark blue to white through an ombre and paired that with full black pants and my Timberland boots. My eomma smiled and gently tugged my half ponytail as I walked passed her in the kitchen.

"Ready for the concert?" she asked. I nodded sharply and grinned.

I pulled out my phone and FaceTime called Jungkook. Within one ring, his bright, smiling face popped onto my screen.

"Annyeong!" he said happily. I couldn't help but giggle.

"Hi, Kookie," he lifted his phone to show their dressing room.

"Yoongi hyung! Jae Mi is on," my brother, who had been sitting, staring at his hands looked up and walked over to Jungkook's hair.

"Omo, Min Yoongi!" eomma had come around behind me to see who I was talking to. I looked at my mom's face. Her eyes were glistening with tears.

"My son, all grown up," she said. I looked closer at Yoongi oppa too. He had tears in his eyes too. I had never seen my big brother cry. It was weird; and nerve-rackingly stressful.

"Uljima, eomma," and with that, Yoongi walked away and we were greeted again by Jungkook's face. I smiled brightly at him and eomma walked back to the sink.

"You wanted to tell me something?" I asked, curiously. Jungkook blushed and shook his head.

"Ani, I'll tell when you get here," he said, pursing his lips, as the staff fussed over his hair.

I slouched in my seat and groaned. "Jebal!" I pleaded. He shook his head again. A voice rang out from behind them, and Jungkook turned his head. 

"Bangtan, we need to do a tech run," I recognized the voice as RM.

"Mianhae, Jae. I have to go," Jungkook apologized. I noticed that he was genuinely upset. I nodded, understandingly.

"Alright, go, gwenchanh-a, I'll see you soon," I said. Jungkook pouted, sighed, finally said bye and hung up. I just sat at my seat staring into nothingness for a while before eomma snapped me out of it.

A couple hours later we were in the car driving to the concert. I could barely contain my happiness and excitement. The moment we had all been waiting for. The moment I had watched them put their heart and soul into preparing for. The moment that they had collapsed of exhaustion while practicing for it, had finally arrived.