• him • || • jungkook ff •

Ten

I was sweating. So much. So hard. My whole body was soaked. I was so nervous.

When we reached the airport, I could barely move my legs.

"Jae-mi, let's go," appa said to me from the front seat. I sucked in a breath and stepped outside the car.

When we entered the airport, it was like a sudden bustle of energy swept through my body. People everywhere walking in and out of the Seoul Incheon Airport. My heart was speeding up till it reached a level no one would be able to understand.

A voice chanted his name in my mind over and over. Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. . .

"Aish. . ." I said quietly, shaking my head and tugging on my hair. I felt so overwhelmed. Why was this happening to me.

We reached the gate BTS was supposed to come through and found a spot where we could be seen. There were so many at that gate already, all of them with their phones out and videos recording.

All at once there was a huge wave that swept over the crowd. Everyone started screaming and shouting and pushing and shoving as Bangtan exited through their gate. Some crazy fangirl elbowed me in the gut and I was violently pushed away. I shouted in surprise. My bracelet fell to the ground with a clink.

"Agh!" I exclaimed, frustrated, as I groped the ground for my jewelry piece all the while clutching my stomach. Then it was quiet. I looked up, extremely confused. Everybody was staring at me, mouths agape, holding their breaths.

There he was. Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook. The man of my dreams. Wait, what? What was I saying?!

I gulped. He was kneeling in front of me, a worried expression on his face.

"Jae mi-ah," he started. "What are you doing on the floor?" he asked. He took my hand in his and lifted me up.

It was at that moment when I realized how much I had missed this adorable bunny of a guy. I had missed him so much. I realized I didn't care about the fans for this moment. I slammed into him and yanked my arms around his neck.

He stumbled backwards a bit, regained his composure and wrapped his arms around my petite form; squeezing me tight.

I sighed into his chest. Just savoring the moment of warmth.

Then once again the shouting began. All the girls screamed and pushed and shrieked. I pulled away quickly, grabbed his hand and began running. BTS, the crew members, PD Nim and everyone's families were waiting for us.

We all ran together. The fans were like marathon runners. They caught up to us in a matter of seconds. For some reason tears were spilling from my eyes. An angry arm snaked around my body and pushed me backwards. Hard. I fell - again - and a sharp pain zinged through my ribs. I cried out in pain.

In the rush of fans I saw Jungkook. He was pushing and shoving his way through the people until he got to me.

"We need to get out of here," he said. He looked pissed. Then he placed my arms around his shoulders, put his arm under my legs and gripped my body; picking me up bridal style.

As he ran, I tried not to think about the pain in my ribs. I buried my head in Jungkook's shoulder and tried to stop my tears.

When had people become so rash?