♡ | Chapter 8

"now it's gone forever..."

I plopped on my bed with a sigh.

The promotion campaign had gone perfectly. I was supposed to be happy and contend that I had managed to pull it off without a hitch but I felt oddly disheartened.

Pulling out my phone, I clicked on the YouTube app and searched for the campaign video that,  mostly probably, would be out by now.

There it is. It had been uploaded just 30 minutes ago and it already had 50k views.

It rolled on with the entrance of the boys. Looking closely I could spot myself in it in random moments. The BTS boys looked perfectly poised with their photo-ready smiles while I looked like an insignificant, limp, rag doll being pushed around by the crowd.

The video then went on to short segments showing how each BTS member went about with the game.

First was V. He started off with the most enthusiasm but after a while of running into the same girl over and over again he faltered, looking lost and clueless. He pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket and waved it at the camera whining, "I give up." And then plopped down on the floor, resting his cheeks on his hands. His adorable expressions were such a cuteness overload.

J-Hope was the most hilarious. Apparently he had confused the title of the song he had the lyrics for, with another title. Which meant he picked the wrong girl, and dragged her towards the umpire, paying no heed to her reluctance.

Next was Jin and Suga. At first they hustled about like the rest of the participants but then decided it was time to tag team. But when Jin found his match first, Suga stole his tag and ran away, promoting Jin to chase him.

To my suprise, Namjoon took things to a whole other level. He walked up to the umpire and started singing loudly. His plan had been to sing out the song in his tag so that he could lure the girl to him rather than having both of them run around aimlessly. That was actually a brilliant idea.

Jimin, just like Jungkook, had been more actively competitive than the rest. He only missed us by a minute.

The final section showed two couples racing towards the same umpire. Jungkook and his girl, and Yeon Ji and me.

Yeon Ji. I still can't believe that I met him after so long.

My thoughts trailed off as I noticed that my fingers had subconsciously opened up Yeon Ji's contacts. Is he still using the same number? Just as that thought flitted across my mind I stomped it down.

Why do I even still have this number? Probably because I'm pathetic.

With one swipe I deleted it.

There. Now it's gone forever.

I pushed of the bed and walked purposefully towards the kitchen.

Time to have my emotion stabilizing drug aka chocolate fudge.

Jungkook and J-Hope were messing around the poolside while Suga was dozing off on the couch and the rest were playing some card game at the dining table.

The sound of me rummaging the cabinets caught Jin's attention.

"Are you going to cook?"

"Bake. Chocolate fudge."

"Wow. I'll help!"

"Nooooo." V whined. "The game isn't over yet."

"Count me out."

"But we can't play without four players!"

"Take Suga."

"I'm sleeping." Suga called out.

V grimaced.

Suddenly a dripping Jungkook ran in from the poolside with J-Hope at his heels shooting a water gun.

Just as J-Hope was about to shoot again, Jungkook used Jimin and V for cover. They were caught off-gaurd and now drenched.

"You punk!" Jimin shouted.

V caught J-Hope's arms while Jimin grabbed him by the neck and rubbed his knuckles on the squirming Hobi's head.

Jungkook crept behind the couch, took of his soggy t-shirt and squeezed the water out over Suga's head.

"Hey!" Suga shouted and tackled Jungkook to the floor.

Seeing that, apart from himself, Jin was the only one who wasn't wet, Namjoon took the gun J-Hope had dropped and sprayed at his face.

The spurt hit right at Jin's nose. His mouth opened slack and eyes closed to thin slits. He sucked breaths through his mouth in a funny constipated expression.

I realized he was about to sneeze.

"Ah...ah...achoo!" He sniffed and wiped his nose with his sleeve.

I burst out laughing at that cute baby sneeze.

This caught the boys attention. A look passed between them and I knew they were up to something I wouldn't like.

Specially Jungkook the evil maknae.

"Get her!" Jungkook cried out.

"No! No, no, no, no, nooooooo!" I screamed as they rushed towards me with a group war cry.

I had nowhere to escape. Jin lifted me by my under arms, while Namjoon lifted my legs.

"Oh my God! Put me down!" I screamed while involuntarily laughing as J-Hope was tickling my side.

Like presenting an offering to the God's they carried me towards the pool while shouting words of encouragement and then dumped me in unceremoniously.

One by one the rest of them were pushed or pulled in by one another.

And, just like that, they became my substitute emotion stabilizing drug.