Fanboy - VKook

XVIII

My phone rings when I run through the bad weather towards a little café just outside Busan.

INCOMING CALL
BABYBOY🐰
ACCEPT | DECLINE

'You fucking asshole, where are you?! Everyone's so scared! Pabo!' Jungkook shouts from the other side of the line.

"I could ask you the same, Jungkook." My voice is low, not appreciating the way Jungkook talked at me when I awnsered the phone at all.

I heard broken sobs coming from the other side of the line. "C-come b-back h-home h-hyung. Where-where are you? I-I'm scared."

"I'm just outside your hometown." I spoke. From the louder getting sobs I could tell Jungkook was crying now. And I hate it when he cries. "Listen to me Kookie. Where are you?"

"I-in a motel near t-the station." The younger sobbed.

"You mean Busan Central?" I asked, crossing my fingers.

"Y-yeah." Jungkook breathed out.

I stood up, paying for my not-finished drink. "Make sure you'll meet me in ten at the entrance okay? Be on time." I ended the call and started running again.

"Fuck, Jungkook. Please don't hate me."

I ran until I reached the station entrance. When I opened my phone it told me I was five minutes to early, so I walked over to the starbucks when I catched Jimin drinking a cup of coffee. He was wearing a long jacket and his eyes were red.

"E-excuse me."

"I'm sorry I don't give my autograph or picture at the moment." Jimin spoke in a monotome voice.

"Jimin, it's me."

The pink haired looked up and I swear I saw a little twinkle in his eyes. He stood up and rushed over, wrapping his arms around me. "WHERE WERE YOU PABO?!" he yelped, looking at me.

I shortly told him what happend before he went, on my ask, home. I walked towards the front doors of the station. My eyes looking around for any sight of the pink fluffball I love so much.

It doesn't take much longer before I see a black haired male appear, wearing a pink hoodie and ripped blue jeans, Timberlands below it all to finish off.

"J-jungkook." I waved, breathlessly as I started running towards him.

He looked up and catches my eye, only to look away again. His cheeks red. Either from crying or embarrassment.

When I was close enough to touch him, I stopped.

I reached down to take his hand and intertwined our fingers.

I leaned in slightly, waiting for a response, but when it doesn't come, I leaned in further, pressing my lips onto his.

He didn't take long to kiss me back and he wrapped his arms around my neck.

I pulled away after a few moments.

"I love you, Jeon Jungkook."