The Angel's Touch | jhs.pjm

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"Unfortunately, the
clock is ticking, the
hours are going by.
The past increases,
the future recedes.
Possibilities decreasing,
regrets mounting."
ㅡ Haruki Murakami

January 15, 2019
Concert Venue
11:00pm

Park Jimin's Point of View

Light works, energetic cheers, props, water canons, cold fire, and a sea of beautiful rainbow lights paired with a starry night sky above the concert venue— it's the perfect fairy tale that I will always love to get lost in.

Concerts are some of the events where I'm the most happy, especially since this is a rare opportunity where I can be vulnerable and connect to our fans in a more personal way— other than performing and entertaining them, which is something that I also love to do.

"Thank you everyone!" We all shout into the mic before bowing down, "Let's all see each other again soon!"

We wave in whatever direction, trying to look at every single person from each column or row as the backdrop slowly closes in front of us. It's a bitter good bye, but I know that we'll meet again and have more fun in the next concert.

🧚🏻‍♀️

I wipe my sweat off with the use of the towel from our concert goods as the others pack up their things, "We will be having an afterparty with the others back at home," Namjoon states, patting my back, "You did a great job today."

I smile at him and whisper a small, 'Thank you,' before removing my t-shirt to change into the extra tee that Hoseok had packed for me.

I unconsciously smile at the thought.

"What are you smiling about?" Taehyung wiggles his brows at me, "It seems like love is in the air!"

"Quit it," I smack him on the chest and quickly close my bag, "It's definitely nothing like that."

"Oh, please! I know that face. Should I remind you that I have been your best bud since high school?" He pinches my cheek in ___ before sitting us both down on the couch, "Who is it? Is it Yoongi?"

"Are you getting back together?" His eyes start to sparkle.

My face pales, "No. Why would we?"

"I don't know. He's the only boyfriend that you've ever had," Taehyung shrugs, "And besides, you guys are getting closer every single day."

"We're strictly just friends," I look across the room and see Yoongi chatting with Namjoon, "I made it pretty clear to him."

Yoongi looks over in our direction as if it was his cue, his cheeks turning pink as he looks back at Namjoon.

"Kinda looks like déjà vu to me," Taehyung comments before pulling me up, "Come on, let's join in their little chatter."

I sigh at Taehyung's actions, my hands squeezing his tightly as we both stand up, "Hey Yoongi!"

Park Jimin's Residence
1:00am

Jung Hoseok's Point of View

I regret watching too much television dramas. I feel like I got addicted, which is bad. Being addicted to one thing can affect so much in your lifetime, and I would not like to be in that position.

I let myself sink in the couch as I close my eyes for me to relax my nerves and my overworked eyes.

Jimin didn't want me to come to their concert nor for their practice sessions, which made it harder for me to check up on him. The mission isn't supposed to be that easy after all, I should've expected these little hiccups every once in a while.

"I should find a way to look after him. Asking is not enough," I sigh.

The door bell rings, making me jump out of the couch. I hurriedly walk over to the front door and gently open it with my left hand.

"Is this a new way for you to let me know that you're back?" I say as I wait for the door to get out of my view, "Welcome back home— Jungkook?"

The said boy gives me a small peck on the cheek, "Did you already forget about your boyfriend, Hoseok?" He jokes.

I blink then stared at him for a while. I was stunned at his sudden appearance. I shake my head to clear out the feeling.

"Why would I forget my lovely boyfriend?" I smile at him, "You surprised me. I didn't expect you to come and visit."

He smiles, "Well, I have a bit of free time. Can I come in?"

I nod and move aside to let him in before closing the door behind me.

"So, how is your work so far?" He sits down on the couch and I follow suit, "You haven't been answering my calls."

He pouts, "That upset me a bit."

"I was busy, I'm deeply sorry," I sit down beside him, "I was distracted by all these things and I'm trying my best to look after Jimin without him feeling wary of me."

"Excuses," he whispers to himself, "I guess I will just get straight to the point Hoseok."

I patiently wait for him to continue as I turn my head towards him, "I'm breaking up with you," he says, "I don't think that I could be with a man who is already in love with someone else."

My eyebrows furrow, "How am I in love with someone else? No one can compare to you."

My heart starts to crumble as I try to remember everything that I have done for the past few days. I don't remember doing anything wrong.

"That's because the one you love has another set of standards," Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes.

I pull him a bit closer to me, trying to wrap my head around the words that have fallen out of his lips, "You are the only one that I love, don't ever think of such things."

"I love you, Jungkook. Let's not breakup, please?" I frown as my eyes start to tear up.

He looks at me with vulnerability in his eyes, "I—"

"Hoseok?"

Both of us whip our heads in the same direction, Jimin was standing there with his mouth formed into a small 'o' as he quietly stares at us.

"Jimin—"

"I need to get going, see you around," Jungkook says, standing up from the couch and walking towards the door, "It's nice to finally meet you," he says, shaking Jimin's hand.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you as well," Jimin says with a confused expression on his face.

Jungkook smiles at him and leaves, a gloomy aura surrounding him as he walks further away from the house.