He Submits [BTS Fanfiction] √

XXIX

Chapter Twenty-nine

Live in the moment, forget what's coming and be happy today.

It would have been very hard to do so. It would have been very difficult to live every single second as if everything was fine and not to worry about what was about to come, about what I had been very afraid of. It would have been very difficult but not when he was with me all through this…

Ramdam ko namang bothered din siya, ramdam kong hindi lang ako ang natatakot na dumating ang araw na iyon… ramdam kong maging siya ay hinihiling ding mali sana kami pareho ng iniisip pero mas lalo lang akong nahuhulog sa kaniya dahil hindi niya ipinapakita sa aking mag-isa ako.

We were both terrified for what was both ahead of us but we both knew that we would fight together. Kaya gagawin ko iyon, kalilimutan ko muna ang lahat at iisipin na lang muna ang kung anong nasa harap ko ngayon.

Siya. He was what mattered anyway.

Mula sa panonood sa kaniya na seryosong sumasayaw rito sa loob ng sarili niyang dance studio sa loob ng Park Mansion, na para bang wala siya sa mundo kung hindi nasa sarili niyang mundong ako lang ang pinayagan niyang makapasok, ay naagaw ng tumutunog na phone ko ang atensyon ko.

It was hard to take my eyes off his charming and very passion-filled dancing form, his every powerful hands sways in the air, every magically body waves and complicated footworks were all so mind-blowing, I didn't dance but I felt like wanting to dance while watching him.

May future nga ang walanghiya sa pagsayaw, hindi lang talaga ang boses niya at ang kaguwapuhan niya ang mapapakinabangan ng music industry kung sakali mang maiisipan niyang tahakin ang mundo ng musika, kung hindi maging ang galing niya sa pagsayaw. Artist agencies and label companies would surely pay millions just to get him sign a contract with them.

And no, who would want him get exposed in public?

Ngayon pa nga lang ay marami nang mga babae ang humahanga at halos lumuhod para lang sa atensyon niya, imagined him being a public figure for real. Big female population from around the world would seriously be hopeless for him, I wouldn't mention that I was a percentage.

Damn it, ikukulong ko talaga siya sa kuwarto niya kapag nangyari iyon!

Mas mabuti nang pamahalaan na lang niya ang negosyo nila kaysa pumasok siya sa music industry. I could at least afford him get swarmed by heaps and heaps of paper works than get fantasized by hopeless girls.

I sighed exasperatedly at that as my eyes blinked continuously at his now graceful moves, blessing me with his sweat-stained shirt that made me easily peek muscles from his back. I forcefully pulled myself to just check for my phone while sitting Indian sit on a corner, my back comfortably leaning on the white concrete wall with my long jet-black hair freely flowing around my shoulders down my arms.

Hindi gaanong malakas ang tunog ng phone ko dahil mas nangingibabaw pa rin ang malamyos na tugtuging pumapainlanlang sa hangin na siyang sinasabayan ni Jimin sa pagsayaw. Kung hindi nga lang sa malakas na vibration ng phone ko na kumikiliti sa mga binti kong nakalantad ay hindi ko ito mapapansin.

I was just clad in my simple baby pink hoodie dress that I had stocked inside Jimin's walk-in closet, I didn't have anything underneath as a cycling because its ends reached till my knees, enough to cover what should be hidden, my feet were comfortably wrapped with one of Jimin's black indoor slipper, it was actually too big for me.

From the blinking screen of my phone, my eyes fluttered open when I saw the registered number that was ringing me. Hindi ko tuloy alam kung tama bang kinuha pa namin ni Jimin itong phone ko sa kuwarto ko, muntik na kaming mahuli kagabi dahil lang dito!