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FIFTEENTH CHAPTER
2016

"she isn't spiralling out of control, that's just the way she dances."

//

Sahar's fatigued eyes open to reveal a 90s theme, styled bar.

it's one she hasn't seen before, it's not like she's visited a lot of bars in her previous lives anyway. when she looks around, the night street seems familiar and it really is Seoul. the neon lights, the clothed people, hurried steps and rushing cars. thankfully, she's no longer in freaking Malta. who would've thought?

her eyes dance across the countless people walking past her, across the busy road, not taking detailed looks- polluting cars driving recklessly as she stands, glued to one place. everything around the small being is moving and she isn't.

silent Sahar doesn't feel too anxious because she knows what's coming.

she's ready for anything. she isn't shocked like the last time, maybe she's getting used to being suddenly blacked out and being in a crazy alternate universe where she knows nobody.

the bar turns out to be a club when Sahar inspects it closer. the purple neon of the entrance lights almost blind her as she shoves her freezing hands into her zipped jacket pockets. the weather is a huge change. she walks forward, arms on either side of her as she gets her thoughts, goals collected.

so, she has to find everyone including Jeon Jungkook. what colour hair will he have this time?

he's the most important. she can't get out of this specific life without him. she's relieved that in this life, she knows what she's doing.

Sahar's teeth start to chatter as she inspects the fancy, calligraphy writing style of the club, blinking at the electric lights and bumping into busy people who are travelling home, after a long day of work or plans on a late evening.

her green eyes gaze at every passing stranger, looking to see if she recognises anyone. will Jimin be my boyfriend again...

Sahar feels a person hugging her.

she can't help but admit it's exactly what she needed but she freezes, gaping at the assumed male wrapping his arms around her securely.

if it's Jin being a creep again, i swear-

"what are you doing?" Sahar questions, trying to move away but the males grip is tight as he hugs her. the hug brings warmth on a lonely, frosty night as her heart starts to beat rapidly.

the female hears a sigh as the hugger moves away. "it's me." he says in an obvious, monotone tone, throwing his pale hands in the air. the voice is familiar, deep and smooth as he stretches his words. "don't act like you don't know me, do i really embarrass you?" he scoffs, not surprised.

Sahar has experienced the feeling of her heart falling out of her ass way too many times now. "Yoongi?" she voices. he's standing in front of her- unbothered, similar heights as they stare. one confused and one annoyed.

found one!- Sahar wants to smile in excitement and immense happiness but she doesn't want unknowing Yoongi to run away. he's not selling fish in this unexpected life, she notices.

"yes! what do you mean what am i doing?" the boy exasperates, fed up with the conversation. "i'm hugging you."

Sahar is baffled. never in her life has the Min Yoongi willingly hugged her. now she wishes she returned it with a happy smile and hugged him back. its a chance she shouldn't have missed. "why?" she asks. it's a bizarre situation.

Yoongi crosses his arms over his chest that's covered in a leather jacket. he's always looked good in those- Sahar thinks. "you hired me to give you hugs." the boy explains. "you pay me. i hug you. how can you forget?" his explanation is simple but Sahar is still muddled. is that even a thing? a hugger?

Sahar hadn't even realised Yoongi hugging her again ... fulfilling his duty.

i could get used to this.

he's about to move away- sensing the awkwardness but Sahar wraps her arms around him, bringing them around his shoulders and nuzzling her head there. "no no, stay. i need this." they hold each other close.

//

the hug was nice.

until Yoongi demanded his money.

Sahar knew it was understandable. after all, it is his job. "i dont have any money right now. i'll pay you later so go." she tells him in the nicest way.

she needed to find the others.

"where are you going?"

"i'm going in there." Sahar replies, pointing to the club. it seems that the queue to enter still hasn't decreased. it must be a popular place in the night, downtown city of Seoul.

"you must have money to go in there." Yoongi mutters under his breath, walking away with a bothered hand wave. Sahar knows she'll be seeing him again so she lets the boy leave.

"thanks for the hug!" Sahar shouts.

the young, energetic female walks towards the queue, ignoring the strange looks as she joins the back of it. she's going to be standing here for a while- the thought makes her sigh.

i cant believe i'm going to a club- Sahar rubs her cold hands together. what the hell will my parents think? Sahar suddenly turns melancholy at the thought of her family. she misses them.

as lonely Sahar stands in the gradual shortening queue, her eyes spot a good looking stranger- brown, circular eyes, thin lips and an essence that tells anyone he's worth knowing.

no, it's not a stranger- Sahar realises. it's the one and only Jung Hoseok.

the man who looks older is dressed in a neat, pressed suit. black and white adorning his chest as slim, black pants fit his lengthy legs. brown, luscious locks styled into elegance. his matching eyes don't bother looking at anyone or anything for too long. he fidgets with his tie as he stands in front of a fancy, expensive and shiny car. he looks like a driver, waiting for a certain someone.

Sahar almost squeals at the sight of him. she's eager to rush over, go up to him and say anything, even if it's a single word. but she realises she's in the queue and she has to get inside. she strongly believes there's something or someone waiting for her inside, in this life.

Sahar's eyes glance away from Hoseok as the large man at the entrance addresses her. he asks for her identity. "ID?" his deep voice sounds.

"what?"

Sahar looks in the pockets of her jacket. last time she fidgeted around, she found loose change which she gave to talented, unknowing busking Jungkook. she wonders why she can remember the clear memories. remembering everything from her past lives makes it easier yet harder.

the female character retrieves an ID card out of her pocket. a miracle! she looks at it with careful eyes, scanning the information and her heart skips a beat when she sees the change of age.

she's now twenty two.

"what the fuck-" she mutters under her breath, about to question and protest against no one in particular. if only the damn, troubling voice was a person!

the man confirms her identity and pushes her inside aggressively.

Sahar shakes her shoulders and slips off her jacket. it's too hot inside. her body's heating up and she's not sure if it's because of the sudden temperature or the intense anxiety. there has to be a meaning- she thinks. she was stood outside this particular club, he must be here. why this club?

let's start the mission.

//

Sahar sighs and walks up to the bar. she's only found 2/7- Hoseok and Yoongi. her scary luck isn't being friendly with her on this lonely night, it's not like it's ever on her side anyway.

Sahar sits at the bar, no intention of getting drunk. she remembers getting drunk with Hoseok in Malta ... it was fun but embarrassing.

the troubled girl is about to ask for a drink until she hears a voice.

"would you like a drink?" the person next to her asks.

the youngster turns towards her and Sahar feels sick. Park Jimin. he's sitting beside her, legs parted as his elbows touch each other on the marble counter. his fingers swirl around his cup of alcohol, rings making noise.

Sahar stares in bewilderment. he's here, it's really him. now with orange hair pushed away from his forehead, perfectly placed with neat strands, brown, intense eyes with tension. he's clothed in velvet as he smiles sensually.

maybe just one drink. "hi .. yes please."

Jimin smiles when Sahar thanks him for the drink that arrives in front of her. he continues staring at her in a way that shows he's analysing- he's not interested in her, thank god. Sahar doesn't think she could do that again.

"are you here to stalk Jeon Jungkook too?"

Sahar coughs on her drink, feeling some of the rough liquid burn down her throat. she wasn't expecting that. every life is a damn surprise. "no but-" she starts and gazes at Jimin's intense but inquisitive nature. he seems unbothered but interested in where their conversation could lead. what exactly is he up to? "yes i am." Sahar changes her mind. i'm here to stalk him too.

Jimin sighs and leans his head against the pale palm of his hand. "he's so dreamy right?" he drifts into a loving daze. "he hasn't arrived yet." the boy lets the girl know. valuable information, thank you Jimin- Sahar grins. she knew this club had a meaning.

but what does this mean? Jimin is Jungkook's stalker? fan? he's waiting for him? he likes him?

"could you tell me more about him?" Sahar asks, playing along with the silly act and the older boy. she needs every detail as soon as possible.

it'll be easier for her to move on to her next life so she can go back to reality. Sahar's determined she can do this and finish this long, stupid mission with no vivid, meaningful purpose.

so Jimin and Sahar sit at a bar together. one speaking with clarity as he plays with the glass cup of alcohol. the other listening with open, desperate ears as she nods at intervals.

"he's a billionaire, he owns this club." Jimin informs, hands resting against the cold marble of the counter. Sahar's eyes bulge in surprise. a billionaire? a club owning man?

"he has a driver." Jimin continues, not noticing Sahar's surprise. he assumes she's another fan. "he does everything and anything..."

"he is gorgeous, to die for." Jimin sighs in deep pleasure. the thought of Jungkook in his mind makes him forget about the draining alcohol and bar scene. "with his blonde hair and-"

Sahar chokes. "blonde?"

"yes!"

blonde Jungkook? surprise is all she feels. that is a sight she must see.

"i've been a fan of him for years." Jimin tells Sahar- a complete stranger in his eyes. he seems open, relaxed yet there's fire in his bronze eyes whenever he talks about Jungkook. is this how fans feel about idols? is Jimin even considered a fan? "he's always so close to me but so far from my grasp."

"you know that feeling right?" Jimin turns his gaze to look at her.

Sahar nods uneasily. "being a fan isn't easy." she states. there's happy moments sure but there's worry. everything has its good and bad.

Jimin nods, finishing his drink. "he's mine just so you know."

Sahar is taken aback. she doesn't know what to say. the similar fire in Jimin's eyes starts to scare her. "tonight, i intend to get his attention." Jimin tells her his late night intention.

so do i- Sahar thinks but doesn't tell the boy next to her.

Jungkook really is living his best life in these different lives. rich, taken, fans and god knows what else? all obstacles that make things harder.

"here he is! sis he's here and he looks so fucking heavenly-"

he's here. Jungkook's here.

Sahar turns around, heart uplifting due to expected nerves. nothing could've ever prepared her for such a moment. he looks mesmerising.

Sahar gulps as her eyes take in the form of the same boy who she fell in love with in high school and ran after in Malta. Jeon Jungkook ... the man you are today.

his blonde hair is cut neatly, short undercut as he trails his hand down the back of his neck. manly hands decorated in silver rings. his body is plastered in a suit and tie with sparkles. it's shiny, unique and slim on his arms and legs. the muscles are clearly defined as he walks into the club with a polite smile.

he adjusts his black tie, buttoning his white shirt as he accepts an alcoholic drink. Jungkook is popular. everyone knows who he is. his eyes hold the same affection and gold intensity, lips pursued- occasionally lifting to form a pretty smile and showing his pearly white teeth. his shoes make their way further into the club, polished as every slow step he takes makes Sahar's heart thud with anticipation.

the man greets people at the entrance, in the crowds as he walks. Jungkook winks at several people, smile plastered on his sharply defined face- his jawline, neck veins and cheekbones. Sahar can't stop staring.

"it's my time to shine." Jimin snaps her out of her daze. the infatuated boy chugs his burning drink before standing up, getting ready to move.

but everything stops when Jungkook looks right at Sahar.

brown meets green. Sahar is reminded of the same eye contact in corridors with lockers, in a children's library, outside her house, in the park, in a hotel lounge, under the stars and wow.

"why is he staring at you?" Jimin exclaims, hands slapping his thighs in annoyance. "do you know each other or something?" he demands.

the blonde billionaire and Sahar make eye contact as if it is their first time seeing each other.

//

it's never as easy as it seems...

any predictions?

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