Still with you

Chapter 15 : Trouble

Chapitre 15 : Trouble.

The next day, my eyes are glued when I get up. It's daylight. Jet lag is really hard to manage. I hear some noise on the street. I eat cereals in the fog of my late night. Jimin comes out of his room, takes a spoonful of my cereals as if nothing had happened, and then goes away. I'm too tired to get mad at him. The others get up in turn, except Yoongi. Jet-lag is torture for him. I think we're going to have to do without him today. Nam Joon, still so smart, tells us that it is a national fest today in Norway, for the birth of the Constitution. We get ready to go see the parade down the street.

I fully immerse myself in the good mood, I film and take countless pictures. People are very enthusiastic and welcome us warmly. They give us little flags to wave when the parade passes us. I don't understand any of this, but I feel the joy of this people and it touches me. I look all around me. I realize there are some very pretty girls in this country too. They have very light skin, as we do, but they also have clear hair and eyes. I secretly take pictures of some of them. I also notice that they are often taller and more luscious than koreans girls. Really, some of them are very attractive. They trouble me a lot, I have to admit.

What's wrong with me ? I want to touch those girls, I imagine them all naked. Their laughter fills my heart with joy. But it is with Jimin that I want to have my first time. This is the bitter observation I make, there, in the cool sun of this pretty Norwegian port.

Fireworks get me out of my thoughts. Then we're going to a fast-food restaurant. I spend my time sorting out my photos without participating in conversations. No one seems to be paying attention to me. At no point do I feel Jimin's gaze on me. Ok, I get it. It won't go any further. I have to get used to it and move on, for the health of the group. Like Jin, who keeps making everyone laugh. Did I say this guy was amazing ?

When we're done, the boys decide to go for a walk on the mountain that dominates one side of the city. The view is, it seems, breathtaking. I'm okay for it. I take funicular with Jin and Hoseok, while Nam Joon and Jimin decide to walk up. The three of us get along very well. Vibes are immediately more relaxed, even if the weather begins to cloud. I realize that I am happy when Jimin is not there. Obviously, the same goes for Jin who is calmer when Nam Joon is not around. Fortunetly Hobi speaks for the three of us. I laugh with him. He makes me feel good.

The view is really striking and I spend a long time taking pictures. I hear my friends joking and I smile too. Then Hoseok exclaims that he lost the tickets to get back. He's running away. I'm filming him, he makes me laugh so much. If he starts losing his stuff, we're dead. He's coming back as fast as he left waving the tickets. He did it ! A man picked them up and returned them to him.

-People are nice wherever we go ! We live on a beautiful planet ! Hobi exclaims, all happy. Jin pats him on the back.

Suddenly, we hear our names and Jimin and Nam Joon appear in turn, after an hour of ascent. Too bad, I wish the three of us stayed together. After a moment of contemplation of the harbour, we go to eat an ice cream and we all go down by funicular. The sun is back. Jin puts on his sunglasses and Nam Joon says he needs his too. But he doesn't have his bag. He forgot it upstairs.

-What's wrong with us ? aks Hobi, shaking his head.

Nam Joon is upset, again. I'm sad for him. It must be really tiring to live like this. Jin doesn't say anything, neither do I. I'm tired of all this. Only Jimin tries to reassure Nam Joon. He has now to pick it up. Our staff tells him that he has to improvise a rap to get money for another ticket. Nam Joon plays the game wonderfully. I film him because I love those moments when he shows us his genius side so simply. Even Jin cheers him. The staff congratulates him... and returns his bag. A technician picked it up from the ice cream shop. We laugh hard at Nam Joon's disheartened face.