Meet Again

Chapter 3

I stopped in my tracks. There was no doubt about it- everything was exactly as it had been a few minutes ago, but why? I began walking forward, still trying to make sense of what had happened, when I tripped.

You'd think I would have learned after the first time.

This time, there was no one to stop my fall, and I ended up scraping my palms on the floor. The stinging pain brought a little tears to my eyes, but they were also from embarrassment. I looked down to hide my red face.

"Are you alright?" A voice, which I now recognized as Jungkook's, asked gently, and an outstreched hand entered my field of vision.

I glanced up to see his warm, smiling face. I had seen him countless times on screens, but looking at him in person- it was truly something else. Even though his eyes were dark, almost black, they seemed to sparkle. His hair looked so soft, I was tempted to ask what kind of shampoo he used, but I didn't, of course- that would be awkward. What really entranced me, though, was his skin. It was absolutely flawless. He was obviously wearing some makeup, but even so, it took every ounce of my focus to resist touching his smooth, pale cheek.

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." I took his hand and winced from the pain of him touching where I had just been hurt.

The smile on his face vanished as his expression turned to one of worry. He flipped my hand in his to look at my scraped palm, which was now slightly bleeding.

"No, you're obviously not ok."

"It's just a scrape."

At least it wasn't barf this time.

He helped me up and held my wrist loosely. "Come with me. We're blocking the path here."

He led me to a less crowded area, holding onto me until we stopped. My heart would not stop pounding, feeling his soft fingertips on my wrist. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a mini first-aid kit.

"This is the first time I've been grateful that Jin makes us carry these things." He mumbled to himself as he took out an alcohol wipe and a few band aids.

"You really don't have to do this for me, you know." I winced as he swiped the wipe over both palms.

"It's the least I could do. After all, it was my bag you tripped over." He fished bandaging my hands and looked up to me, smiling. "All done! Also, I forgot to ask, what's your name?"

"Zainab Mroue."

"Zainab, huh. That's a pretty name. I'm Jeon Jungkook."

I blushed a bit at the compliment. "Thanks, and I know who you are. I'm a big fa-"

I was interrupted by a phone chime.

"Sorry, I gotta take this." He reached into his pocket and took out his phone to answer.

"Hello? Yeah I'm here, where are you guys. Where?! Really? Ok, ok, I'll come now. Bye, shortie."

He hung up to annoyed yelling on the other end.

"I'm really sorry, but my ride is about to leave. I have to go. Bye Zainab! It was nice to meet you! Maybe we'll meet again?"

I said goodbye in return, but he was already too far to hear. I stood and watched him as he ran off, and eventually left my sight.

Holy crap, I just talked to Jungkook.