The concert had been as amazing as I expected. The songs still lingered in my head, even though it was the morning after.
I had only gotten two or three hours of sleep last night, but it was still worth it. In fact, I wasn't even sure how I had gotten home into bed. Last thing I remember was getting in the van to go home.
I trudged down the steps, hoping I could ask someone what had happened last night, but there was no one in the kitchen. Or the living room. I quickly realized that the entire house was silent, and the members must be at practice or doing a photo shoot. I frowned, remembering how tired they all were after performing. I assumed they would have a break today.
There was some coffee left in the coffee pot, so I grabbed a mug and poured myself a cup. I sat at the kitchen island, and finally noticed the note left there.
Naerin-ah,
Party tonight, I want you to come
Soohyun will pick you up this afternoon. Text her.
Love you, sis
-JungkookI sighed at the note, wondering what event he was dragging me to. I pulled out my phone and texted Soohyun, and found out she would be coming in a few hours.
Without putting my phone away, I grabbed my computers and began to search for jobs. I had been putting it off because I wasn't sure I was ready to move out. I doubted I would see much of Jungkook once I left. And Jimin. I wouldn't see Jimin.
I flinched and nearly dropped my phone when it began to ring in my hands. There was no caller ID, but it said the call was from Busan so I answered it anyway.
"Hello?" I said into the phone, continuing to sip my coffee.
"Naerin? You finally answered! I'm so worried about you, please—"
I ended the call. I stared at the screen for a while longer, and didn't answer when the number called again.
I did not need this. I did not need my ex-boyfriend in my life again. Even though a part of me wanted to apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. I reminded myself that he had never given a fuck about me, and only started to care once I was gone.
I put the phone down and walked up to my room. Soohyun said she would get me ready, and provide a dress, which was good because I didn't have any in the first place.
I sighed and tried to distract myself until the stylist arrived.
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I was in a shit mood. It was the first thing Soohyun asked me about when I got in her car.
"You okay?" She asked me, her eyes on the road as she pulled out the the apartment complex.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I almost cringed at the cliche words.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Soohyun asked. I frowned. This was one of the only things I hadn't spoken to anyone about.
"No, unnie. I'm okay." I said, and turned to look out the window. She let it go.
We soon arrived at the BigHit building, and I hoped the boys would be there. I didn't ask Soohyun about it, simply because I didn't feel like talking.
She toke me up to the practice room. To my disappointment, it was quiet.
"Okay, Naerin! I picked out a dress for you, and I want you to try it on!" She looked through the clothing rack until she pulled out the item she was looking for.
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