Trouble © J.JK 🔞

85 Walking On A Path Of Sunshine

I impatiently wait at the Fulton station. My foot is tapping on the ground continuously as I keep shifting my position on the seat I am sitting. My drunken state is gone for good now and I am feeling cold. I am snuggling into the coat and also my hood is on. I really want Jungkook to show up as soon as possible; otherwise I’ll die out of anticipation.

The crowd is very thin now, but the station is as alive as every other day. My heart is raging completely and I don’t know what I will do once I will see him. After days and months, I am finally going to see him. The crowd is passing in a blur in front of me, and I am too lost in my thoughts.

I bought a chocolate milkshake from the stall inside this station and I guess that was the biggest mistake since the cold liquid is freezing my oesophagus. Nevertheless, I am drinking it down to calm my heart and mind and also to pass the time.

From the clip I saw in news, it was clear that all the mess was created because of something related to his little 'hunt game', and I know everyone were there too. Even through the worst of the times, I am replaying his image of tattooed hand. I am really out of mind or I am still not sober enough. I see as local trains and subways pass in front of me, and I think about the incident happened. I cannot slide the nagging feeling at the back of my head that not everything is a coincidence.

My body is getting colder second by seconds. I don’t know if it is because of the actual cold or is it because I am too nervous. Of course I am nervous and the racing of my heartbeat could tell that easily. Night times at the subways are usually for drunken students and people switching shifts, and here I am, waiting for my boyfriend to come.

Again my hand reaches out for the chain across my neck and I keep playing with it as if my life depends on it. My airpod is helping me not to hear the low commotion going in front of me as I try to memorise the lyrics of Doja Cat’s ‘Candy’. My milkshake finishes and spot the dustbin quite in a distance from me. I groan silently to myself in complain and stand to dump the carton. I have been waiting here for half an hour, but he-

My breath hitches as I see him walking downstairs. My already loud beating heart is getting more inpatient as his frame is coming clear in a view. Black trousers, black button up shirt with few buttons from the top exposed and a blazer kind of cloth in his hand. His skin is tanned than before and the folded sleeves till elbows are enough to show me the trailer of his new artworks. His hair seems changed and I don’t have to comment anything on the midnight blue streaks. He looks tired.

As soon as he steps further inside, his gaze locks with mine and his cold and straight face breaks into a strange expression. And suddenly out of nowhere, I am starting to feel anxious. My thoughts are messing up and so my emotions. I am feeling terrible, but why? His strides become slower and sooner than expected, he is standing in front of me. My airpod is still supplying my ears with Doja Cat’s voice but my whole attention is on him. Both of us are frozen, and I am the one to make a move for removing my airpod and stuffing in my bag. Why am I feeling strange feelings? It is starting to frustrate me.

“How are you?” I am biting back my tears and watching him break his stunned expression.

“How do you think I am?” how much I missed his voice. I am so much tempted to fall on his chest and cry like a cry-baby, but I am holding myself back. A voice in my head is screaming he is terrible, and I am sure this isn’t my voice.

“I don’t know that’s why I am asking you, how are you?” I ask again and he sighs.

“Now that I have seen you, I am better.” The corner of his lips curve up into a beautiful smile and I find myself smiling too. He opens his arm for me, and I am too eager to fall into them. Stepping closer, I wrap my hands around his waist and snuggle deep into his chest. I am crying, great.