Last Girl Alive | Bangtan

93: Homebound

Wake up.

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Y/N??

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Wake up. I know you can hear me.

Ugh, don't get in my head so early in the morning.

We're leaving today remember? And you're late.

Groaning, you push the covers off your head and let the stream of sunlight pierce through your vision. Even light years away from duties and you still had to wake up early. There was literally no reason to wake up. What were you getting up for anyway? To breathe for another day? To suffer more in this treacherous unpredictable planet? To get killed again?

No, to go home. Get dressed.

Shut UP.

You roll your eyes. It had been like the fourth morning he'd woken you up like this. Twice it had been due to his dumb morning training which included his mental counting and self-encouragement to come seeping through your dreamless sleep and draw you to reality. Before that it had been a matter of him testing whether he could reach you while you were asleep and far away or if it only worked when you were both conscious and close together. And now, just when you'd thought you'd be able to sleep a day without his early workout, it was something else. You were beginning to wonder if you would ever get a wink of beauty sleep without having his thoughts mumble themselves into your head like background noise. You didn't even want to listen to them. Sometimes when you ignored them they ceased and went away, really it was only when you wanted to know what he was thinking that they were clear as loudspeakers. But the problem of telepathy was that somehow you always wanted to know what the other person was thinking even if it was endless, random banter that did not involve you. Perhaps it would have been more interesting had you been connected with more famous or intelligent people from whom you could withdraw useful information. But no, it had to be Jeon Jungkook, the one who woke up at 5am to do two hundred pushups and whose head became a fish market when he played video games.

You walk out of bed in your pajamas moving like a zombie towards the bathroom. The lack of social media, advertisements and social pressure had made you lose interest in the fashion of dressing up or taking your time to prepare your appearance, so it didn't take you long to climb into the shower, scrub the sleep off your body and slip on something simple to wear. In the half-asleep state you wore something simple and comfortable. Either way, you did not expect to meet everyone standing at the door of the lodge completely dressed quite fashionably, looking like tourists. You stare at their ripped jeans, loose shirts, tight shoes and ringed caps. Hoseok had even found himself an acorn bag and Taehyung had a polaroid camera swung around his neck hanging from a strap. You could hardly recognize them for a second; they looked like a group of tourists on work holiday or casting for the new season of The Bachelorette.

Damn she looks good.

You turn to look at Jungkook meeting him in the eye and he looks away a little embarassed. Thoughts where he admired you and sort of crushed on you were frequent and you sort of enjoyed them as they were a sort of daily dose of appreciation. However you did feel guilty that you did not respond in much of a same way. You also felt bad that you could overhear thoughts such as these, as you wouldn't want all your private imaginations and interests to be shared with the person to whom they were directed, especially if the thoughts were somewhat embarassing. Sometimes, you couldn't control what you were thinking and the thoughts caught both the thinker and the listener off guard.

"Finally," Yoongi rolls his eyes as he looks at you up and down as if checking you out. "Took you long enough."

"Surprised you're awake at this hour, cat," you tell him, folding your arms grumpily.