"Away from her...
I think as I pace through the torrential downpour,
Water dripping down the back of my neck,
To the nearest bus station.
My breath fog on the night air,
In order to get the station I have to pass through a damp alleyway,
Ridden with...
I walk back down the pathway, only to see the others waiting for me,
I shoot Jimin a death glare.
He looks tense, almost scared.
"Where's Jungkook-ah?" Namjoon inquires,
"He said he's going to explore on his own" I reply, the lie to my leader making me internally shrivel.
"Ok, well we should go and grab something to eat then!" He says, cheerfully clapping his hands together and opening his map, tearing the corner in the process.
Typical Namjoon
I finish mentally facepalming and turn to look over at Hobi, who is taking selfies with Tae.
"Yah, Y/N come take a picture with us! For ARMY!" Tae calls over.
I shuffle over and put on the best smile I can muster for the camera. "Say cheese!" Hobi says through a heart-shaped smile, as he snaps the photo.
*
Namjoon chose a "nice, cozy restaurant" to eat dinner at, He said that but it turned out to be a cold, and dodgy looking, café.
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(A/N Look, Ik it's Harry Potter but this is what I imagined ok?) We all sit at two tables, which the staff reluctantly put together for us.
"What can I get you to drink?" A miserable-looking woman asks us, absent-mindedly chewing gum and playing with her bleach-blonde hair.
"We'll have 7 cups of tea" Namjoon says in his best British accent.
The woman comes back 5 minutes later, slams the tray down on the table, and leaves quickly after serving us.
I look at the menu, I'm not hungry but I know Joon won't take that for an answer.
So I order the chicken-noodle soup.
When it arrives, the aroma fills my nose, but nothing could bring back my appetite at the moment.
I look at the gum ball machine in the corner.
If he was here he would've joked about how I can't blow bubbles with gum.
Or he would've remarked on the small teaspoon and try his best to speak English.
I stare into my soup at my face, reflected in the cold, white light, buzzing overhead.
I pick up a spoon and take a sip.
It's cold.
But it's still food.
My first meal in a new country and it's without my soulmate.
I wonder where he is at that moment,
Back at the hotel room, where we'll inevitably meet again? Or at some bar drowning his anger in booze?
I'm brought back to my senses when Namjoon chimes out, "Who's for dessert?"
I don't order anything else, I just wait for the others to finish, Procrastinating over my stone-cold soup.
When they finish we split the check and make our way to the door, Wrapping our coats around us tightly, for it had grown windy whilst we were eating.
* We arrive back at the hotel and go to our rooms, I make my way to my shared room, shared with Jungkook of course. I unlock the door, bracing myself to face tension, or even an argument.
But, no one is there, just an empty 5 star hotel room.
I lay on the bed and take out my phone, I start scrolling through Twitter, I see the picture that Hobi, Tae and I took earlier, With 3.7k retweets.
I'm still not quite used to being famous yet. The ARMY had mixed opinions when I joined bangtan.
Some were happy, Some instantly shipped me with three different members, Some hated me, And some were indifferent or perhaps a little skeptical.
We didn't tell them about Jungkook and I.
Either way, I'm here now.
I put my phone down, head into the bathroom and get ready for bed.
I might as well not stay up to see Jungkook, I'm too tired to fight anymore.
I put on my pyjamas and slip into the expensive bedding, Drifting into a deep slumber within seconds.
*
In the morning I wake up and check the time, 04:00AM. I turn over.
