On our way over to my apartment, I called Yoongi to tell him that I was coming back, but there was no answer. That was odd.
Yoongi almost always picked up his phone, even if he was in the shower.
He sometimes didn’t pick up if he was napping and didn’t have his phone with him, so I figured that was why he didn’t pick up.
I put my phone back into my purse and turned to Jungkook, who was busy on his own phone.
I stole a quick glimpse at the screen to see that he was searching through yoga mats and other items for yoga.
The screen went dark as he turned the screen off, and I quickly shifted my eyes to the window.
“No answer?” Jungkook asked, putting his phone into his pocket.
I looked at him and shook my head. “No, he almost never misses a call unless he’s sleeping and doesn’t have his phone near him, but it’s been a while since that’s happened.
” I bit my lip with worry. After I told him to keep his phone on him while he slept, Yoongi never missed my call. “I hope everything’s OK.”
“Want me to go in with you?” Jungkook asked.
I shrugged. I didn’t want him to see my messy apartment, but if Yoongi was in trouble then maybe Jungkook could help.
“If you don’t mind a small, messy apartment then you’re more than welcome to come with me.”
The car pulled up to the front of the apartment and Jungkook grabbed my large bag full of clothes and swung it over his shoulder as he stepped out of the car.
I followed, carrying my smaller handbag. After a short elevator ride, we reached my floor and I walked up to my apartment door. The door looked fine, so no one had broken in.
I put the key into the keyhole and turned the key. I opened the door slowly and peeked in. Everything looked fine, even if it was still a little bit messy.
I walked into the kitchen and found a piece of paper on the counter. It had Yoongi’s handwriting.
'I’m going out of town for a few days. I have an interview on Monday at a new place but I might not get any reception on my way over. I’m not dead. Don’t worry. I’ll see you Tuesday night.
Relief flooded into me knowing that Yoongi was OK, but then I felt confused. Yoongi never mentioned anything about an interview out of town.
Was he really planning on leaving? I couldn’t afford to live here on my own, and I didn’t know anyone else who would be my roommate.
Jungkook stepped up to the counter next to me, my bag still hung on his shoulder. “Everything OK?” he asked, his face showing a hint of concern.
I nodded looking over at him. “Yeah, Yoongi ‘s got an interview at a place out of town.” I said, with a hint of sadness in my voice. “He never told me he was thinking of moving out.
I don’t know what he’s thinking since he knows I can’t afford this place on my own.” I sighed, looking down at the note and setting it back down on the counter. “Everyone’s leaving me.
First Jin, then Jimin and I broke up, now Yoongi is leaving me.”
“And now you’re stuck with me.” Jungkook said, almost sounding happy.
I let out a dry chuckle and nodded. “I guess I am.” I said. “I suppose I’m not entirely alone, but…” I trailed off and looked up at Jungkook.
“I don’t know if I can stay sane if I’m always around you.” I joked, giving him a playful smile.
Jungkook grinned and set my bag down on the kitchen counter. “Would you rather me alone?” he asked, leaning against the counter.
I shook my head, dreading the thought of coming home to an empty place. “I don’t like being alone.”
Jungkook took a quick glance around the apartment and then looked back at me. “I can put up with the messy apartment if you want me to stay with you.”
All of my friends were already out and enjoying themselves, including Jimin. I didn’t want to bother them but I didn’t want to be alone. It didn’t take me long to decide.
I nodded slowly, and said in a joking tone: “OK, but are you trying to make me go insane?”