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43. lock

43.

The sun disappears once I've been in the cab for some time, but the looming darkness only adds to my uncertainty.

I've never experienced a drunk Jungkook. I'm a little nervous to see what will happen. I mean— it's not unusual for a drunken mind to want to dial their significant other, but it's the things he said that I'm pondering on.

He accused me of wanting to leave and fly back to New York. Is that seriously a concern of his? That I'd choose to fly 7,000 miles away from him? Did he forget that I signed to be here until August 31st? Does he think I've completely disregarded him?

My sighs are wavering. I'm afraid to lock my phone because of the chance Tae's tiny dot might disappear forever.

When I zoom in on his location, though, I'm not confident it is where I'm supposed to be going.

But, my phone knows more than I do, so I continue on with my decision.

My thighs are sticking to leather of the taxi seat. I'm sweating, mostly because the taxi has no air conditioner, but partly because I'm nervous. I'd say I'm more nervous now than when I was waiting to meet Jungkook for the first time.

This feels different. This meeting means more.

It feels like a long time since we last physically saw each other. When I close my eyes and attempt to relax, it only makes it worse. My chest feels heavy and my breaths feel harder and harder to take. His stupid, adorable face keeps reappearing in my mind.

I ask for the AC to be turned on, but the driver just shrugs at me. I grumble under my breath.

A long, torturous twenty minutes go by.

"Thank you," I say to the driver. It's just past nine o'clock.

He nods at me and I escape the sweat box, uncertain once again when I look at my surroundings.

Tae's location brought me to a restaurant.

Shit. He never left after they recorded the dinner party.

"Fuck," I say out loud before I can stop myself.

I cover my mouth and look around as if anyone would have even heard me. Yeah, okay. The streets aren't dense at all, and I'm grateful that the handful of people walking by me take no notice.

Come on, Jae. What should you do?

I suppose my only option is to go inside and get the damn address to their complex. Maybe this is good. I would've had a problem getting into the dorms, anyway. Right? Maybe whoever is inside this restaurant can help me get to Jungkook.

The restaurant indicates that it's closed, but given that the lights are on and the faint sound of conversation, it's obvious people are inside. I take my courage with me when I grab the door handle and try to open it.

It's locked.

I stand around for a few minutes as I think of what to do. I mumble another curse under my breath and unlock my phone again. I click call.

"Hello?" He answers me.

"Taehyung," I sigh in relief, "I'm outside the restaurant."

"You're what?" He asks into the receiver.

"I'm outside, but the doors are locked."

"You're outside what?"

There's a lot of talking in the background. It's difficult to hear him, but that's mostly due to the low vibration of his tone. It mixes right in with the overbearing chatter.