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Tuesday, May 15th. 2:37PM PST.

I wake up and my phone is still in my hands. It feels like life has been pushed into me when I sit up. I had been sleeping with both hands out, holding up my phone as though I was reading it. Wow. I have reached a new level of millennial.

I don't remember falling asleep, but when I unlock my phone, my smile is wide to see a goodnight text from Jungkook because I didn't respond for a while. I decide to leave him alone for now and let him work. It's the least I could do.

"Finally," David sighs as he emerges from the bathroom. I look around the room and Luna isn't in here.

"What?"

"I thought you weren't ever going to wake up," he tells me.

I roll my eyes at him and begin to stretch my arms out. Last night does not seem real. The viral tweet about me and Jungkook— are people serious? If I was on the outside looking in and seeing some girl being constantly mentioned with BTS, I think I'd figure something was happening. But, since I'm not a bystander and actually in this situation, I'm grateful that people are not so willing to accept it. For now, that is. Until I want them to.

"Where's Luna?" I ask.

"She left at the crack of dawn to go take pictures or something," he falls into the bed with the television remote in his hand.

I furrow my eyebrows at him with widened eyes, "And you didn't go with her?"

"Hey," he says defensively, "I figured we needed to talk about some things."

I relax my tensed shoulders and submit to what he is saying. Although I'm happy he wants to talk about what's going on, I can't help but care about Luna and her safety. None of us know the area and if I had been awake, I would've never let her go alone. I take the moment to send her a quick text to see how she is.

"Let's talk about how you knew about him." I raise my eyebrows and stare menacingly.

My brother is a stereotypical, conniving movie-like sibling who is always involved in something, brown noses his parents and is aware of everything that is going on. As I'm staring at the smug smirk on David's face, it justifies this theory.

"I may not know Korean, but I do know that when you're speaking it at four in the fucking morning it's enough for me to ask mom."

"Stop cursing at me!" I throw my sock at him and he swats it away in disgust.

"Sorry," he says with no sorrow whatsoever, "I thought it was the other member until you kept saying Jungkook's name."

"You heard my phone conversations with him?"

"How could I not? It was Four. In. The. Morning." He reiterates.

I'm staring at the wall as I try to think over every conversation I've had with Jungkook in the early hours of the morning. There are too many possible conversations to remember everything I've said, but I know for a fact I did not want my brother to hear them. I'm relieved that David doesn't know Korean, but Jungkook was always insisting I said some things in English. I'm tapping my feet against the hallow leg of the cot when Luna texts me back.