I'm trying to find my inspiration again. I don't want to give up, I'm sorry for being so childish. I want to do this for myself and for you guys too. I don't want to lose the one thing that I'm so passionate about. Thank you for some of you for trying to cheer me up. Thanks for subscribing and I'll try to be better with new updates coming. I'm trying to end this story first before focusing on the other ones. Please subscribe and comment because it'll really motivate me and it makes me happy to know that you guys enjoy it or not.

7.50 a.m.

I stared blankly into the ceiling above me, trying to sketch out the picture of Jeon Jungkook's face but I couldn't. Every time I did, I would just end up crying and I could already feel my eyes stinging as I shifted my figure on my bed. My eyes landing on the binder that was on the study table, long forgotten since summer started, my body unknowingly curled a bit into a defensive position. I sighed, fluttering my eyes closed at the precious moments we spent together, right hand hovering my lips to feel them. Mind over the kiss we shared,  "You are an idiot, Kim Saera," 

I scolded myself, shifting again to stuff my face into my star shaped pillow and simultaneously, a knock could be heard from the closed door as I exhaled out loud, "Who is it ? It's not locked," I piped up, eyes still on the binder before I forced my eyes to look at the creaking that was opening. Yoongi popped his head in between the crack of the door, flashing a boyish grin and I couldn't help but smile back. Eyes beginning to brim with tears again as I got up from the bed, immediately jumping into his arms. Both of us stumbling out of my bedroom, my head against his chest and I felt the laugh he let out from the way his chest vibrated. "I missed you, sprinkles,"

It's been so long since, we last met.

My voice hoarsed, eyes stinging and my hold over his black loose shirt tightened even more when the tears fell. "Missed you so much," I croaked out again, body trembling as all of my emotions clashed together, just clueless of how to make everything right again. Vacations were coming to an end and I haven't thought of a way to make things right again. 

I am so stupid!

I sobbed even louder, tears wetting the shirt Yoongi was wearing and he let out a knowing chuckle, gently caressing my back as he rested his chin over the crown of my head. "I missed you too, beautiful," His voice almost above a whisper, briefly kissing at the top of my head, letting me cry against his chest for the moment.

...

8.20 a.m.

"Here you go," I popped out lightly, handing a cup of cocoa to Yoongi who was lazily sitting on the couch as I sniffled a bit. The man glanced at me, eyes openly scanning my swollen eyes before smiling and took the cup of cocoa from my hands. Sighing, I sat beside him as we watched the television that Yoongi had switched on, letting the silence enveloped the space between us and I spaced out as  I occasionally sipped my own hot cocoa, not focusing on the television. My mind thinking of how dry my lips were as I them, reminded of the chapstick that I had and it finally leaded to Jeon Jungkook. I breathed out loud, putting the cup of cocoa that I had over the coffee table that was in front of me. Hands anxiously rubbing my face as I stood up unannounced, totally forgetting about Yoongi who was by now puzzled with my unexpected actions. "Where are you going ?"

Yoongi asked, his hand over my wrist and I snapped out of it. Heart just falling deeper into my stomach, feelings still unsettled as I tried to muster a smile for him. "It's nothing..." I softly let out, tongue wetting my lips as the ends of my lips twitched downards, upset at the thought of Jungkook. I slowly sat down again, grabbing on the mug of cocoa again, sipping more of it as it begins to cool down. The sound of the people chatting from the television could only be heard in the air between us, Yoongi only glanced at me warily as he put his mug onto the coffee table before he turned around on the couch, completely focusing on me. I feigned innocence, watching at the screen of the television as I sipped on my cocoa, knowing one of the reasons as to why he was here. "Beautiful, can you turn around and look at me?" 

"I can't, this is interesting. I need to watch this," I replied curtly, eyes glued on the screen, not entirely sure what I was really watching but I tried maintain my composure as if I was really invested with the show. "It's only an advertisement...." He let out, lips pursed into thin line, knowing he had caught me in the act and I bashfully scratched my head. I turned my body towards, flashing a nervous smile in spite of him not seeing it with the mug of cocoa covering half of my face. Yoongi snickered, grabbing onto my mug and put it away, switching the television off as well before really concentrating on me. I consciously smiled at him before looking away, fingers locked with each other. My ears perked up at the sound of him sighing, eyes instantly met with his when he tugged on my hands, brushing his lips over my hands. Yoongi grinned, knowing he had my full attention as he spoke up again, "I won't be in Seoul for awhile,"

My heart dropped, hands clutching tight onto his, my body naturally leaning towards him, "What ?"

The latter laughed, pulling his right hand to rub the back of his neck while awkwardly squinting his eyes on me. "I'll be going around South Korea for some gigs with Hoseok and Namjoon. You know, to get my name around the business.." Yoongi told me while gently pushing me away by the shoulder when, I was being too absent minded over the distance between us. I let out an 'o', shoulders deflating despite feeling happy for him. Lips forming a fake smile, "Congrats, sprinkles,"

"Thanks," His eyes softened, his right hand tugged on my left hand to linked our pinkies together. "I'll promise to call you, everyday. Even when it's tough," I couldn't help but sniffled a bit at that promise, knowing perfectly well that I was going to miss him. "I'll miss you so much, sprinkles," I piped up, pulling him into an embrace. Yoongi laughed, his head resting at the crook of my neck before pulling away to get something out from the pocket of his jeans. He put the item over my right hand and my eyes softened, teeth grinding, not sure how to think of it. It was a chapstick and it had a letter attached to it. Looking over it for a few moment, I gestured the chapstick to Yoongi. "What's this for ?"

"It's for you. That's the real chapstick that Jungkook planned to give to you when, he confessed after the date you guys planned together but I guessed.. things went out of hand. He was planning to throw it away after the day you met up with him but, his friend, Jimin secretly kept it and passed it to me to give it to you," He stood up, taking both of the mugs to the kitchen to clean it. Before going away, he crouched down to look at me in the eyes and grinned, "I'll give you some time to read it,"

My eyes followed Yoongi's figure until he was out of sight, exhaling a puff of breath as I cautiously examined the chapstick and letter. Taking a deep breath with closed eyes, I finally fluttered my eyes open as I open the letter as well.

Dear gorgeous,

I hope the date was fun and you like it because I did. If you're with me then, every thing would be fun because I like you that much. I heard a few stories about you from Yoongi hyung and from yourself too and I couldn't help but fall for you even more despite wanting to scold you, for being so soft and having low confidence about yourself. I wished, you would stop on depending on Yoongi hyung too much because I want to be the man you lean on and love. I know you might be afraid of starting a relationship with the Yeonghwan situation but I'll promise that I won't ever try to hurt you or leave you. I'll try my best to be the man you can trust and love :)

I love you, Jeon Jungkook xoxo

"Ah....." I started to sob, wanting to scrunch the paper up as my emotions were clashing again in the moment of confusion but I couldn't do it because it was too precious. It was Jungkook's feelings. I worried my lower lip with my teeth, jumping to my feet and went to the kitchen.

"Sprinkles!" Yoongi almost cursed as the mug almost slipped out of his grip, hearing me hollering after his name as soon as I entered into the kitchen. He turned his head for a moment, proceeding to clean the mug as he asked, "What is it?"

"I'll do it. I'm going to make things right again and confess to him," I let out, being confident for the very first time and Yoongi chuckled. Glancing at me to show his boyish grin for a brief second, he put the clean mug away into the kitchen cabinet and said a few words with his back facing me, "That's the Kim Saera, I know,"