The line continued to slowly move, and I felt the excitement build up inside of me. I was going to meet BTS! And most importantly, my bias, Kookie. At last, I could see the white table, and I craned my neck to get a glimpse of the boys. My eyes narrowed. Kookie. He looked like he would rather be in hell than sitting at the table. He greeted the fans with a look full of annoyance, and gave them the most pathetic high-fives I had ever seen. I could see the slight disappointment in the fans' faces. I walked up to the table, standing directly in front of him, but I acted as if he didn't exist.
"Aren't you going to give me a high-five? You paid like 200 dollars to meet us."
"Why would I high-five someone who looks like he could care less
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I piled a few on my plate before leaning back, and munching on the meaty delicacies. Who knew how long I'd be in here for.
"YAH!" I cringed at Hyung's voice. I knew I had it coming for me. "Really Jungkook? I thought you got over these moody fits when you became of age. I mean, what even happened out there!? First you act like you don't care about your fans, and then you're calling security on one of them for just telling the truth?"
"I know Hyung, I screwed up."
"Yeah, you did, and you're going to fix it yourself." I watched him storm off towards the dressing room. Jin sure looked angelic in public, but you didn't want to cross him. He was really like a mom. I knew what I did was wrong, but that girl just... No one had ever treated me like that before. While I'll admit it was pretty hot, I'm not letting my guard down. I can't lose to her. Now I just have to find her.
I yelped as the door slammed open. I had jumped from the couch in fear at the figure standing in front of me. Jungkook. I watched his sharp features soften as he saw my fearful state. He ran his hand through his hair, and I couldn't help but stare at his profile. He was my bias after all.
"Look, I'm sorry..."
"Why?"
"What? What do you mean why?"
"Why are you apologizing to me? While my experience hasn't been the most pleasant, I asked for it by opening my big fat mouth. But the other fans didn't do anything, so why are you apologizing to me?"
"Look, it doesn't matter now. The
"I bid $20000." I mumble and she screams into the phone. "What! You're an idiot!"
I'll be out shortly,” I said, although there was nothing to talk about. I needed to clean Brian off my skin and get dressed. Walking around in a towel was not a good idea. At quick glance, my cheeks had a rosy glow that hadn't been there before, and my blue eyes sparkled like a woman in love. Mirrors were deceiving. I hadn't seen that stupid doe-eyed look in a long time and it pissed me off to see it now. Damn Brian Rigshaw, and his irresistible magnetism. Brian had a commanding presence, and he captivated me from the moment I first laid eyes on him. He was attractive sure, but there was something about him that made you stop and take notice, something that made me love him. I didn't want to feel this way. I'd made a series of bad decisions tonight. There were no take backs, and I couldn't hide forever, I would have to deal with all of
"Who are you?" You felt the leather chair turn you around to forcefully face a terrifying fox face with soulless pupils that reminded you of Springtrap. You gasped in horror at his burnt face and tried to bury yourself in your chair but the hook wasn't helping.
Asher called me yesterday after his last fight. I can’t believe the villages’ top street karate fighter has finally realized his worth and stopped this nonsense. The vivid memory of the blood splattering from his mouth was stuck in my head. The people cheering, betting money, mixed with the smell of sweat and alcohol. I felt like I needed to wash myself with wipes and germ detergents. What I remember most was his head bobbing on the arena, his face drenched in blood and sweat. It was at this moment that I realized what he means to me. When I realized how much I care for him, how much I….Love Him. I never believed that I would fall in love, or rather even actually befriend someone, other than Sammie (more so befriend a guy). I actually made
My face flushed. No one was around, but I was embarrassed to find something that Stefan touched so appealing. How could someone like him have created something so moving? I put the picture back against the wall and chose my
“Is that so? My goodness, I'm so sorry.” Billy apologized with a hence of guiltiness in his voice.
What did I lead you to believe? On field you act as if you’re king of Rocksford yet here you are slobbering like a weak, little child in front of me. Finish your damn sentence or I’ll finish it for you.” Coach’s warm breath lingered against my ear as his aggressive words rushed through my mind.
“But… But… Jungkook would get mad,” Taehyung stuttered out, snapping his attention back to Yoon Sik.
“Can you please tell her you can’t come,” I plead, “ I need to have a date, it would be awful for my image if I show up without a date”
“We thought you were going to die and wanted to make sure you were ok.” It was Jungkook
Taehyung stared at the creased photograph he held in his hand. It was eight years old, and the only photo with his mom in it that he didn’t throw away. The edges around it were faded, much like the memory behind it.
People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.
People never realize how special things are until they are gone. My grand aunt, Aunt Mim, used to always give us 5 dollar bills with a little red heart in the corner for our birthdays. Of course, us children didn’t think much of it, we would spend it right away for a new toy or a bag of candy. We were all very close to our Aunt Mim when we were kids, we’d spend a week in the summer with her, all of our cousins too. Aunt Mim wasn’t like an ordinary adult, she was fun and loved to break the rules. We would roll down all the hills we saw when we were out, ignoring all the people staring. But as we grew older, Aunt Mim was diagnosed with breast cancer and was soon admitted into the hospital.
The sun glistened in my eye as I was staring out the window, hoping this day would be over. I was at a new school in a new state hours from where I used to live, and anxiety was really getting to me. The butterflies in my stomach would never go away just like your parents nagging you to clean your room.
When I was younger, things were so simple. I was getting good grades, winning spelling bees, and even making honor roll. Everything started going downhill when my parents seperated. As I got older things became more difficult. My teenage years were some of the hardest times of my life.