[mature] She didn't know who she was texting.
•
•
Jae is a twenty-one year old Korean-American university student whose life is just ordinary. Struggling through the confines of cultural differences between her lifestyle and ethnicity, Jae finds her...
I'm standing and being supportive of them when they hit the stage; however, my mind is truthfully elsewhere.
My phone feels hot in my hand as I'm holding it and I want so badly to continue to see what's being said but I can't bring myself to do it. Taehyung? Really? How can anyone confirm anything when neither of us or a company has made a statement?
My eyes feel glossed over as the performance is going on. My head feels heavy and although I can see them moving around in real time, it's as if information is being relayed to me seconds too late.
I clench my fists and furrow my eyebrows at the feeling— it hurts. I can admit I'm having some type of anxiety attack.
I'm hiding behind the people in front of me to stay out of fancams.
Why did Tae have to acknowledge me? Why did I have to touch him? Is it because they don't care about the rumors? Could it be wrong for me to say that Taehyung was selfish in what he did? Maybe he was prepared for the fancams and tweets— but I wasn't.
I can't be ready. Their company told me so.
I blink and it seems like their performance is over. The crowd erupts in the loudest cheers I have heard the whole night.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The wide smiles on their faces tell me they're confident about their stage but my mind is unable to linger on them for too long— even if Jungkook's eyes start searching the crowd in my area.
I'm terrible because I can't recall a dance move they did. When the performance comes to an official end I leave my seat and go to find the exit. I don't care if I'm being rude for missing Janet Jackson' performance— for once I am putting myself first.
I pull out my phone and text David once I'm in the outer halls of the arena.
You: hey. When you're ready to leave lmk
David: damn Does that mean I have to leave rn
You: I would like to ):
David: rlly Come on I made friends
I'm frustrated and want to curse him out via text but I realize my emotions are getting the best of me.
You: I'll wait for you.
David: noona
I'm confused momentarily until I remember who he's with. I bite my lip and take heed of what I'm typing.
