Chapter ONE: Thoughts and a picture
Fanmade“JK! JK! JK!” was being shouted by the fans. Jungkook was wiping the sweat from his face and preparing to continue with his performance. A feeling of longing and regret kicked in. Man, how he missed her.
But the show must go on.
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After the concert, the members went to their hotel. Jungkook loved touring, he loved the thrill and the nerves, but most importantly he absolutely loved how he was able to sing alongside his brothers and ARMY. Everything just made sense. Nonetheless, the beautiful feeling faded when the thought of how even better shemade him feel creeped into his head. How stupid was he to lose that? He carried on watching the window, the Paris rain and the memories started playing back in his head. Eventually, the pain was too much that he decided to sleep. Maybe by dreaming he would be able to be with her one more time. Just as he was fading into the bliss of oblivion, he was shaken up by Jimin.
"Yo! JK!” Jimin shouted in his high pitched and sarcastic tone while hitting his arm.
“What?” Jungkook annoyingly answered back as he uncrossed his arms and let the hoodie reveal his tired and conflicted face. He felt irritated, he was finally resting not only from the physical pain from two and a half hours of a concert, but also from the emotional exhaustion the memory of her represented.
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