I'm not typing out that title twice lol. The interview is over, you feel pretty good about it.
You make your way back down the stairs, not rushing, but not taking your time either. You can't make Shawn wait for this shirt forever. You pull the fabric to your nose and breathe it in. It smells musky, but sweet. Manly, very manly. At the bottom of the stairs you're met by the receptionist.
"Please, can you sneak into the bathroom without being seen Miss?"
You take one look at the increased crowd of cameras and paparazzi and nod. Slipping as quietly as possible into the hall and then into the bathroom. You found yourself alone. The bathroom was empty. Go figure. You remove your shoes and hip onto the counter, leaning back against the cool glass of the mirror. With a sigh you unlock your phone and clear the notifications, not wanting to read any texts. Instead, you call your sister.
"Hi how did it go?" She asks.
" I think it went well. They said they'd get back to me as soon as possible. " You explain. "I'm hiding in the bathroom. There's a ton of reporters out there. I think Shawn's out there."
"So Y/n, what did you wear?"
You take a picture and send it to her, quickly explaining what happened.
"I love it! I don't wanna take it off. It reminds me of something, but I don't know what. And it smells awesome. I hope whoever owns it isn't too annoyed with this situation. I really appreciate it."
She laughed, "You'll figure it out. ...Some people actually already have jobs, so I have to go do mine..."
You gasp, "Ah! Rude! Okay, bye bye."
"You know I love you, right?" She pressed.
"Yeah, thanks."
You heard the click of her phone and swiped out of the app. You were anxious because you were stuck in a small room for an undetermined amount of time. Also you were hungry. You needed music.
Soon the soothing sound of 'The Truth Untold' spilled from the small the speaker of your phone. You hummed along, joining in when you find the parts you can pronounce. And the English parts of course. The playlist continued to calm your frazzled nerves especially thinking about the choreographies that went along with the music. When Jungkook's whistle signaled the beginning of Dna you sat up so quickly you almost dropped your phone.
"This is Jungkook's shirt!" Your heart started beating wildly in your chest. "Jung-heckin-kook!"
You smelled the shirt again, This is how he smells. Oh God I'm creepy!
With a sigh you tugged the shirt over your head. Knowing who it belonged to made you feel guilty for wearing it. A sneeze caused you to help and fall off the counter.
"Shawn? What the hell?" You scold the empty room.
The farthest stall door creaked open and a pair of sleek black boots hit the floor. That wasn't Shawn. "Um...hello?"
"Hi."
"Oh my God." You whisper. (He's a rly bad boy he's a rly bad boy :p )
Jungkook grins a lopsided, bunny tooth smile. All you can think is Oh God, he's only wearing an undershirt. You cough, another thought entering your mind unbidden. I'm only wearing an undershirt! Panicking, you shove the shirt at him and slip into the nearest stall, pulling the door shut behind you. Your shirt is flipped over the top of the door.
"Your shirt smells awesome too." He observed. "Goodbye Y/n."
You put your shirt on and exit the stall to a once again empty bathroom. The door was swinging shut and Jungkook was walking away, down the hall.
"Goodbye Jungkook."
I'm sorry I just thought it would be a different ending like, you didn't but you did get to be around him and his socially awkward butt hid from you and I'm sorry if you hate it!!!
Ps. I didn't edit this sry again.
