Part five

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Part 5

y/n pov

Five more weeks until the concert.

It's late. I'm lying in bed and should be asleep, but all the time BTS is buzzing around in my head.

I wonder what the boys are doing right now.

"Argh!" What a question, they'll probably train or something.

My thoughts circle further and fit together like a puzzle and the result is always the same "sigh" BTS comes here and YOU can't see them!

That thought just won't go out of my head, I'm going crazy!

Why can't I just flip a switch and forget the whole thing? I've looked everywhere for a switch but found none, how frustrating.

I turn around, tuck myself in and try to sleep.

At the same time:

Taehyung pov

We discussed all the details and now we had to pack, because we want to leave tomorrow.

I sit in my room and put everything in my suitcase one by one.

Everybody is busy and running all over the apartment to find everything together.

Yoongi will probably pack his suitcase half full of technology again so that he can work on new mixtapes or songs anytime.

I would pack some stuffed animals in his place, they are much more beautiful and soooo fluffy.

Suddenly I hear Jin screaming. "Jungkook ah! Why are there only white T-shirts and the Timberlands in your suitcase?"

I put my head through the door and watch them discuss. "You can pack 2 white shirts but the others will be replaced" Jin said, "well then I'll pack some black ones" Jungkook said and twisted his eyes.

"Absolutely not! You can't always walk around in black and white, how about something colourful, I could give you a pink T-shirt from me, I'm sure it would look good on you." Jin said and pulled a pink T-shirt out of nowhere, held it in front of Jungkook and inspected him and the shirt.

"Nnnnooooo!" Jungkook squeaked, "I'll take care of it, I don't need your help," he said and pushed Jin out of the room.

I giggled at the sight of Jin's shocked face, but before he'll notice that I was laughing at him I went back to my room and returned to my suitcase.

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I am so sorry that nothing came for so long, I hope you can forgive me. I also apologize that this part has become so short.I will do my best to make the next ones longer again.

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