Rachel found it hard to fall asleep that night. When was was said and done, he went back to the hotel and she went to the apartment - she lay for hours just thinking and reminiscent of the previous hours. Everything replayed in her head. She felt excited, almost drunk just wanting more time with him. She didn't get much information out him so the following evening; she would get him to talk more about himself.
Rachel finally did fall asleep in the daylight, about the time her husband was starting his day. She woke up hours later - mindset excited teenager. She was going to ready for any strange surprises today. Surprise bath? She was going to be ready with a pre bath and one person fashion show with her mirror. She found her cutest shirt and skirt, paired with a pair of heels. She honestly didn't have much in terms of executing fashion, most items borrowed or given by Marcia. She blow-dried her hair, wondering if she should change it. It was exactly the same as it was the last time he saw him. She would ask Jin. She ate a big late lunch, trying to fill up since she technically didn't know the dinner plans, or times, so she would need to be prepared. Her time requested is after 6, yesterday he did not contact her until almost 8:30. She got ready , changing and fiddling many times before he finally texted.
Jin on the other hand had a horrible day. A few hours sleep to no fault but his own, he started his day off by accidentally getting electrocuted trying to help Hoseok with his mic-pack, then lunch was horrible. The waiting was antagonizing for him - Rachel always in the back of his mind. He tried very hard (and eventually succeeded) to put her in the back of his mind but there were a few times he was slacking. He knew he was not ready for her to come to Korea if he had any question about it before. Then, Jungkook spent the better time before the concert complaining, Yoongi was in a bad mood and taking it out on everyone. The concert went on, they arrived back at the hotel and Jin had day two of faking sick in order.
He didn't want to, but it was the only way to get them to leave him alone.
He got impatient on the drive to the hotel and texted her to head that way. He wasn't supposed to until he was there, in his room, but he was too anxious and bounced his leg as he sat next to Namjoon.
He paced inside the comfort of his room in the same clothes he wore to the arena. Makeup was still on his face. All of his would be removed during the bath he was just waiting for his special bubble less additive. He liked the feeling of coming back to reality with her. He was on a high, a high that sometimes couldn't end for hours, but none of that mattered as long as she was there. She was all the calming he needed.
A quiet knock on the door, much like yesterdays and he opened it quickly within two seconds. She smiled brightly, taking a step inside as Jin moved to let her in.
"Hi." They exchanged simultaneously once the door shut. She noticed there was music playing today. Low music.
"How was your day?" She asked as she set her purse on the bed. He had a few extra clothes strewn about the rooms.
"Stressful." He answered with a grunt as he sat down beside the purse. There was only bed in the room, and Rachel sat on the opposite of her purse. Even though they spent the better part of yesterday together, made memories and did firsts; there was a strange awkwardness in the air. The questionable looming was present.
"Why are you stressed?" She asked generally concerned.
"Just a long day." He said quietly, almost unheard. "But its better now that you are here."
Rachel's smile grew 10 sizes and Jin swore he even saw her blush.
Really? Me?" She asked with a slight laugh, trying to act like his statement had no effect on her heartbeat. "Little ole me?" She asked with her best eyelash flutter sending them both into laughter.
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The 7th Year | Kim SeokJin
FanfictionThis is in response to all the KDRAMAs i have been watching. So I apologize. I wanted to write an arranged marriage AU- so this is it with a slight twist. This is a BTS fan fiction and I'm not a good writer so hopefully someone will actually read th...