Soulmate

Four: Jin

May 1, 2019
Las Vegas, Nevada

"Is she here yet?"

Jungkook continuously pesters me, the members, and the staff in the hotel room. He asks his stylist the same question he asked Namjoon five minutes ago and asked me just seven minutes ago.

"We don't know, Jungkook. Has she answered your text?" I try to stay patient with our lovesick maknae. He's just a boy in love, but it doesn't make him any less of an annoying ass.

"Well, no, hyung," he says. "It takes my messages forever to send in America, you know this." The youngest bites nervously on his thumb nail as he refreshes his messages constantly.

"Jungkook-ah, it's literally been less than a minute since you sent the text," Jimin says. "Calm down, bro."

The hotel room cracks open, revealing a few security guards and a long brown ponytail behind it. Jungkook gasps loudly and nearly takes out his stylist as he jumps up and runs to the door.

"Jeon Jungkook!" the woman cries desperately. "Don't mess up your makeup!"

But that instruction is pretty much out the window instantly once he picks up Hope in his arms and glues his desperate lips to hers. He peppers her lips over and over again with quick pecks.

The stylist sighs. "Never mind..." she mumbles.

"Jung...Jungkook, it's only been...four days!" Hope mumbles against his lips. Her fingers trace through his hair and her legs squeeze his waist that keeps her from falling to the ground.

"Too long," he says. "Way too long."

We all turn away when he visibly moves his tongue into her mouth. I gag at the sight and Jimin fake vomits at the needy sound Jungkook makes from the back of his throat.

"SEX STAYS IN THE BEDROOM, JEON JUNGKOOK!" I screech at him. I feel like I've been saying that to him way too often lately. Everyone in the room is silent. Taehyung's cheeks blush aggressively and he coughs into his fist.

"Hyung!" Jungkook whines. He places Hope back on the ground and her legs wobble slightly.

"Um...I just came by to say good luck," Hope says. Her cheeks are pink as well and her throat sounds tight. "I only have about ten minutes before I have to go prepare dressing rooms and everything. Your set for the show look amazing!"

After Namjoon takes the time to translate for us all, Hoseok calls out "Thank you!" in his high pitched voice.

At least he didn't—

"Shout out to my Hope World!" He sings before he squeezes her in his arms.

Never mind.

"Hope, Areum misses you," Yoongi says quietly, wrapping her in a side-hug.

Hope's eyes flash with a sadness that she tries to mask with a smile. "I miss her, too. We talk everyday."

We all miss her, if we're honest. Unlike Areum, she's loud. She brings a presence to the dorm that isn't there when she's gone. Not to mention Jungkook is like a blackhole without her, sucking all the life and joy out of whatever room he's in. We all wish them getting married had worked out. We all wished for her to stay, especially Areum. She's the only girl in a house of seven men. And I can't imagine how lonely she must be now that we're starting the Speak Yourself tour.

The stylist finally grabs Jungkook into his seat again, redoing his makeup now that it's smeared around and caked onto Hope's face. The sounds of the members around me practicing their English with Namjoon and Hope echoes around me.