Together, We Stay Bulletproof // BTS Adopted Book 3 ✅

Chapter 16

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"Did you see my Tweet? Yeah, I did it. I just... uh, added to what you said- I mean of course I didn't just add, I confirmed..." My lips fell into a pout as I watched myself ramble over words in the mirror. My phone was in front of me, the screen still black as it waited to be picked up. I'd been so close to dialing his number when I realized I didn't know what I was going to say- at all. He'd told me not to talk to him until I 'sorted through my own issues'. That left me a little stuck on when I'd be mentally unblocked from his mind.

It was almost midnight in Santiago, so I was certain he'd be awake since it'd be late afternoon for him back in Korea. It should have been a time to fit his slightly messed up sleep schedule, I hoped.

I'd never been this nervous to call him, other than that time I thought about him while I was eating out with the boys and I was desperate to fix our relationship. I considered myself lucky the relationship hadn't ended at the moment, but it still wasn't in it's best condition either.

I held my breath in hopes it would calm my heart.

Picking up the phone, I dialed every digit of his number in order to slow the process. When I finally hit 'start call', I put the phone to my ear. For some reason, it was only then that I felt my heart slow down.

Suspense built up with every ring that passed as I waited. My hopes were that he wouldn't sound annoyed when he picked up, so I wouldn't lose motivation.

But when the voice at the end of the line was an automated woman's voice, telling me to leave a voicemail, I felt more disappointed than I'd expected.

No, I don't have to talk to him about it now, but now I have to later. Part of me wanted to get it done and over with, and to let him know I'd done it for him. But I couldn't.

Though I'd just been talking to myself a few seconds ago, I stuttered over the words I left as his voicemail.

"Maybe just check Twitter and tell me what you think of what I said. I thought about checking with you first but I'm going to bed really soon here... and honestly, I wasn't sure if you'd respond... I'm sorry about earlier. I have no excuse. The boys helped me out and I'm sorry I didn't just listen to you first." I paused, worried I'd lost my future thoughts. "So I hope this helps, I really do. Let me know if I should say anything else to the fans... whatever I need. I hope your label lets you off any hooks you may have found yourself on. If you need me to like, post things about us, or do anything to make it more believable that... you know, it looks like we're... an item?- then just let me know. I hope it's okay with you that I work with BigHit a little too. Don't be surprised if they contact your label too but it shouldn't be anything serious enough to worry about. Well, goodnight Suho- I mean it's morning back at home but-" I gave myself a mental facepalm. "Thanks for the help. Thanks for being there. Thanks for dealing with me. I hope you're okay. Bye, Suho."

I smacked the end voicemail recording button and cringed. Wow, I'd really just done that.

The home screen of my phone told me it was a little past midnight. The boys and I had hoped to go visit some museums or attractions the next day, though none of those were set plans at the moment. Either way, I was exhausted. I wanted to go to bed so I could be ready if we decided to do something,

After a shower and changing of clothes, I sat down at my desk in front of my laptop and got out my rollable keyboard. It rolled into itself when I wanted to store it or travel with it, and it folded out into a full 88-key piano to put on top of a desk or table. It'd been a gift from Yoongi for my last birthday.

Youtube wasn't always the best for chords, so I pulled out my phone and texted Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok in a group chat so I could do something before heading to bed.