He whispered something in your ear that you couldn’t quite make out and he pressed a warm piece of paper that read call me when you are in Korea with his phone number on it. You looked up and told him you had an apartment there near the bighit building across the road from 7/11. 

He smiled smugly as if he had a secret and asked you what floor

you told him you live on the sixth floor and he let of a giggle which turned into an evil laugh. The flight attendant patted kookie on the shoulder and told him to return to his seat. Jungkook obediently got up and returned to his seat next to namjoon. You finished getting you compact out of your bag and applying your powder. You patiently waited until the aeroplane had come to a complete stop. You picked up your handbag and drifted out of there like a Chanel breeze. You got to the airport and did all of the checking in sh*t. You ran to the bathroom and proceeded to throw up in the toilet. Great. Just fabulous. You just met who could be your first boyfriend and you throw up. You got to your car and drove to the parking block near your apartme t and walked the rest of the way which was the least thing you wanted right now. You got to the lift and it stopped on the first floor. Jungkook. What are you doing here you blurted. To which he replied “oh, didn’t you know, i live here...   sixth floor right?” You reached the sixth floor and unlocked your house but surprise, surprise jungkook lived right next door.  How had you not noticed this before

sorry this was a short terrible chapter. I am not going to post for a while until I can get my together. Bye