I nibble on my saltine crackers and take a big gulp of the ice cold water. The water soothes my parched throat, like a warm pair of mittens to frozen fingers. I check my phone again, to see what time it is- 9:15 p.m. Shit, I have to get home and shower so I can actually go to bed at a decent time. Jungkook probably won't mind walking me back to my apartment, especially since it's dark outside.
"Hey Jungkook, can you please walk me back to my apartment? I have to get ready for bed? I live not too far from here."
"Of course, I actually have to get back to my studio to see what the guys are up to. I have to ask Namjoon hyung a question about my lyrics for a new song. Can I get your number?"
I write down my number on a shriveled piece of paper I found at the bottom of my purse. Jungkook says goodbye and opens the door to my apartment, making sure I get in safely. What a nice gentleman.
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Our Last Song
FanfictionBailey Smith is spending her summer in South Korea at a dance intensive for ballet. However, a walk around Seoul changes her life forever- she meets Jungkook, a singer from her favorite Kpop group, BTS. Over the next few weeks, Bailey and Jungkook g...
