Can't Wait To See You Again

And I'm happy (I hope you are too)

Gathering around the living room to watch your videos became sort of a weekly occurrence. At first, Jungkook hated it. He hated the sound of Taehyung and Jin's laughter when you said something funny or Yoongi's mumbled commentary on your voice. He hated that sometimes he would walk around the house and catch the other boys watching your videos on their own. He hated it, but couldn't blame them. He knew how powerful your charms could be. So he resigned himself in having to share your imaginary attention and joined them every friday when you put out a new video, crossing his fingers like all the other boys hoping you'd mention them again.

When a week passed without any new video, he knew something was wrong.

Namjoon tried to argue by saying that maybe you were just taking a break or got caught with something, but Jungkook, with his fanboy sixth sense, knew that this was not the case.

Another week passed, and he was suffering from some sort of withdrawal. In his free time, he would walk aimlessly around the house, bothering the others with his wanderings and scaring Jin to death when he walked into the kitchen at 3AM and caught him halfway through destroying a pie. He tried to watch some different videos, everything from a lady putting on a hundred layers of nail polish to soap cutting, but it wasn't enough to settle him.

And then, after three weeks of silence, you uploaded again. When the notification came,they were at home resting before a big show that was to come and Jungkook jumped out of bed so quickly his feet got stuck in it. He dragged himself out of his room, dragging his sheets that he didn't bother untangling from his ankles. The other boys were also walking to the living room, as if you had somehow Pavloved their asses to gather every time they heard a Youtube notification.

Hoseok was already turning on the TV when Jungkook sat down, being followed by Namjoon who promptly tripped on the maknae's bedding trail and face planted, to no one's surprise. This was perfect, they thought. Watching a new video was exactly what they needed to relax before a big concert.

But it quickly became clear that this was not your usual, soothing video.

There was no "hello to you, wherever you are today". The video started with a low quality, shaking shot of you, as if the person recording was trying to hide what they were doing. You had obviously been crying, eyes and nose red, hair a mess, curved over yourself in front of a window, as if trying to protect your body from the sunlight coming in.

"It's just so weird" you were saying, voice hoarse and filled with unfathomable sadness "to think of how much time we spend getting to know other people, fully aware of the fact that people change and you will have to start the process again and again."

"Do you think it's a waste of time? Meeting the same person over and over again?" the person behind the camera asked.

You shook your head "No, but... It's weird" you repeated "having to carry around all these different versions of myself that fell in love with different versions of him and knowing that the last one that I'll probably ever meet is the one that doesn't love me anymore" tears started falling down your face and you hiccuped, breath catching on your throat "knowing that now i have to be a new version of myself without him."

The boys were glued to their seats, eyes wide in surprise. You were such a soothing and positive presence, even when approaching darker subjects. It was hard, no, it was painful to watch you fall apart, to watch you obviously struggle with a broken heart.

The next few shots looked like a weird, chaotic collage of thoughts. Like you started the video over a bunch of different times, like your mind was all over the place and you filmed yourself every time you thought you had some sort of insight, later giving up and starting again.