Sunshine

Chapter 11

As the ride home went on, my conversation with Jin kept playing in my head over, and over again. We had to stop at a nearby hotel, poor Jin could barely keep his eyes open and everyone else was just plain exhausted. RM checks us in and came back with the room keys. "Okay, Jin-hyung and I are in room 305. J-hope and Suga-hyung 303. Jimin, Tae, and Jungkookie have 300, and Ollie you're in room 306."

"Aw, lucky. How come Libby-yah gets a room to herself?" V pouts.

Jin whacks him in the back of the head.

"Yah!"

"Because she's a girl, pabo."

"She's still lucky," V mutters. "Doesn't have to listen to Jiminie talk in his sleep."

"Aigoo. You're the one who talks in your sleep." Jimin rolls his eyes. "Stop making excuses."

"Well at least you don't have to listen to Namjoon-ah snore," Suga comments.

RM's cheeks went pink. "Yah! You're not even in the same room as me."

"I don't have to be. You sound like a bear," he adds. The maknae line snicker.

The leader shot daggers at the younger members, while handing everyone their room keys. As I take mine, I felt my chest tighten a little, not wanting to be in a room by myself.

We all head up to our floor; I said goodnight to BTS and went into my room for bed. It was cozy, nothing too big or fancy. A lot of times you can tell when a hotel tries too hard to get that warm, homely feel to it and looks tacky. I quickly change into my pajamas, then jump into bed wrapping myself in the blankets, but I can't sleep.

"Oh, come on." I groan. "Sleep already!"

I frustratedly sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of my face. "If you have to deal with those hooligans tomorrow than you need sleep."

I put Hoseok's jacket back on. It was so warm, and the scent of his cologne still lingered; it helped me relax. I laid back in bed tossing and turning. I don't know why, but I just couldn't fall asleep. I know they were being respectful, with me being the only female and all, but I really wish I was with the others. I hate being alone.

I grew up being the only girl in the neighborhood, and I was shy and quiet, so all of the kids were my brother's friends. And because of work my dad was never home; my mom was my go-to person, my best friend. After she died, my brother soon moved out for college, so I was always alone, which caused anxiety and my depression to grow. Alone time is okay once in a while, but it was not my cup of tea.

I decided to text Hoseok.

ME: Hi Hobi
You asleep?

HOBI: Not anymore... 😑😓😐

ME: Oh...sorry! 🙊😨

HOBI: It's ok 😙
So what's up? Everything ok over there??

ME: Um yeah but can you come over?
I know it's late and all, but I just hate being here alone so can you come over...please?

HOBI: Ohh does somebody miss me? 😜💋

ME: Shut up.

HOBI: Lol

ME: So will you?? Pretty please Hobi?🥺🙏🏻

HOBI: Fine but only cause you said please 😏
I'll be right over 😁👌🏻🕺🏻

ME: Thank you Hobi! ❤☺❤

HOBI: No probs babe, see you in a bit 😘😘😘

ME: Don't call me babe. That's not right lol