Still with you

Chapter 4 : Dreamin

Jungkook's Story : Still with you.

Chapter 4 : Dreamin.

That's so good. I love this feeling, hot water slipping over me after a long day of rehearsal. I'm in the bathroom at the agency. My exhausted body relaxes. I stand still. We did a good job today. Choreographies are about to be well integrated, we all work so hard, I feel very strong energy in the group. We feel we are ready. We will soon choose our costumes and train with them. We're all both excited and nervous. No doubt, fever is in the group.

I take my time in the shower. The older ones are already gone with the manager. I know Jimin won't be ready for long anyway. I hear Tae coming out of the shower whistling. One minute more and I'll turn off the water. I grab my towel, dry myself and put it around my waist. Tae always whistles happily. I walk to my bag on the bench, but it's empty. I turn to Tae, who looks at me all smiles and proud of him. He's wearing my clothes. Once again, he stole my clothes ! I sigh big and cross my arms.

I don't like that. Everyone knows it in the dorm and teases me about it. I already had to fight with some of them because they had taken my stuff. They don't really seem to understand it, especially Tae. They exchange everything, even their boxers, but I can't. Hoseok has already scolded me on this but I can't help. I even do my laundry alone not to mix my clothes with theirs. At the dorm, everything is already so collective, I sometimes feel like I'm lost, that I don't have a real identity anymore. It may be easier for others who are older, but I need to have my own things, spaces of solitude, to exist on my own.

-Give me my clothes back, Tae.

-For once, lend me your T-shirt ! Here's mine !

Tae laughs and tries to get me into his new joke. But, he annoys me never to listen to what I say !

-Why are you doing this ? You even wear my boxer, you're disgusting !

-Come on, just kiding ! I'm clean, take mine !

-I don't want to wear your things, I want you to give me mine back !

-Come get them, he answers by playing eyebrows.

I approach and twist his arm in his back, not strong, but enough for him to understand that I'm not playing. He overplays and howls in pain as he struggles. My towel falls to the floor. I find myself naked mastering Tae by holding him by the arm and neck. He's still yelling. What a comedian ! Anyway, now I'm really mad at him and, besides, embarrassed to be naked.

Then Jimin rushes out of the shower. He dries quickly, looking for where all this noise comes from. He frowns when he sees us, there glued to each other. He doesn't look happy either. I feel like I'm blushing very, very hard. Seeing him naked, being naked myself, is too much for me. I let go of Tae and pick up my towel to hide. I can't talk. Tears of frustration run down my cheeks. I'm so ashamed.

-It's Jungkook ! He's not funny, he doesn't want to play !

-What are you talking about Tae, why are you wearing his T-shirt ?

-But it 's a joke ! Come on guys !

-Obviously it doesn't make him laugh ! It's not like you don't know, is it ? What's wrong with you ?

Jimin is very angry and Tae remains puzzled by his virulence.

-But I...

-That's enough Tae !! Give him his clothes back and let's go !

Tae stares at Jimin, who starts dressing by turning his back on him, then he turns his head towards me. I wipe away my tears quickly. His eyes are veiled.