Meeting Again || Jeon Jungkook

We Meet Again.

There was someone I used to be in love with someone, his name?

Jeon Jungkook.

He stole my heart, then left with it.

The tears I shed, the thoughts that ran through my mind, the fake smiles, everything; was because of him.

Even though he was no longer by my side, his warmth and voice nurtured itself within my body.

"Hey Soo Yoon!"

I turned around to find my bestfriend, Young Hee, running towards me sweating whilst gasping for air.

"Yes?", looking her up and down as a sense of amazement and confusion consumed my body. It was oddly rare for her to be dashing out of her house with old tracksuits, a plain sweater or even runners.

"Come, I have to show you something!" She smiled and grabbed my wrist. She began  dragging me down the crowded streets.

"Where are we going and why are you dressed like that?" I managed to say between my heavy breaths.

"Just shut up and follow me!" She smirked and continued running down the street.

At last we arrived at her paint-chipped door, "Why am I here?"

She slammed open the door and flung me inside, "You'll just have to wait and see!"

I could see her in the corner of my eye, beckoning me to come into her room. I stood up on my limp feet and trudged my way in.

I threw myself onto her mattress and watched her scavenge through her wardrobes. She finally pulled out a small envelope containing two bright red papers.

"What is that?", the papers seemed somewhat dangerous.

"I got tickets to BTS'S concert!" My jaw immediately hit the floor.

"What?!" I sat up abruptly and grabbed her shoulders, "You what now?!"

"I don't want to go alone, so you're coming with me!" She started giggling and sat me back down.

"What should I wear?" I watched her scan through her wardrobe, throwing things out and holding them in front of a mirror to see whether it was suitable for the concert.

Typically, she tossed the occasional 'Do-I-Look-Fat' question like every other girl would.

She glanced at me, then glanced back at her wardrobe, "Are you seriously going to go dressed like that?

"Can't I?" I struggled to find anything wrong with what I was wearing, "I don't even wanna be there."

"Why not?" She screeched, "I mean the Jungkook is there!"

"What's so great about him?" It was pointless asking yet I still did. I knew what was great about him, I knew more than anyone. But the point was that I knew what was so great about him.

"EVERYTHING!" she screeched as her inner fangirl had escaped from her grasps.

Being the great friend I was, I went home and found something decent to where, although everything I wore was considered somewhat decent.

As I sit in my bedroom, I look outside the window of my room and sigh, nothing could compare to the anxiousness I felt.

There was a part of me that wanted to dress to impress, yet there was the other half that didn't have the motivation to deal with the screaming fangirls.

I rolled off my bed lazily and crawled towards the shelf. I took out a pair of black shorts and an over-sized shirt with the words "HBA" spread wide across the chest. The shirt had a reminiscent smell to it, it made me want to just sit in it and cuddle with it.