[Entertainment BTS] 100 confessions and 99 rejections

I was still sleepy when I got off the plane.

"Brother, where are we now?" The manager held my hand, and I moaned behind me, "Why are we still so sleepy?"

"America," my brother paused, "you don't feel anything special this time."

"What does it feel like?" I complained with a bitter face, "I really want to sleep..."

As I said that, I wanted to sit on the ground. "Don't stay here," he held me back, not letting me go on. "We'll go back to the hotel to catch up on sleep after the assistant finishes picking up the luggage, and we'll shoot tomorrow."

"Okay," I nodded unhappily.

Sitting on the plane for so long after filming is really killing me.

As soon as we got to the hotel, I lay down on the bed and went to sleep.

Why do I have to get up early tomorrow to put on makeup?

Zheng Xiang, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by a call from Zheng Haoxi.

"Hello?" I breathed out, "I'm so sleepy, tell me quickly?"

"What's the matter with you?" He was stunned, "You're sleepy at this point? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, sleepy," I thought he knew I was running out of jet lag, after all he wasn't home these days, "what's the matter?"

"I'll tell you something," he said mysteriously, "we're going to the Billboard Music Awards."

"Oh, billboard, when are you going?" Forgive me for just waking up, my head was dazed, and I didn't even think about it, but I gradually became sober, "You mean...billboard?"

"Yeah!" He was excited.Then also silent, "Why do I have a feeling of familiarity?"

"I also feel..." I scratched my face, "When will I go?"

I think I am super calm, because I think there will definitely be bigger surprises in the future. I have a good psychological quality, right?

"Tomorrow's plane, I'm packing my luggage at home now." He smiled, "Go to bed early at home tonight, didn't you say you were sleepy?"

"..." Feelings, don't you know that I have already flown over here first, "Where?"

"Where is what?" He couldn't understand this idiot.

"Where in America," I climbed up and flipped through my ticket:

I'm in Las Vegas.

"Las Vegas," I heard him grinning there, "You can't drink if Jungguo goes there haha, he's still underage there!"

...

"Okay, come on," I pretended to be interrupted, "I'm about to start work, let's not talk about it!"

"Oh? Good!" He was taken aback by me, and complained like he was talking to himself, "Really, I thought you would have a very happy reaction, but it's still me, Barbara..."

"Oh! I know~" I urged him to hang up the phone, and waited for him to hang up.

I turned on the computer and checked the date and location.

Um...

On the last day I was going to go.

I might be able to check it out before catching a flight?

I told my brother at dinner the next day, and my brother told me that I might miss the flight.

"I'll just take a look and leave," I handed the meat in my bowl to my brother to please him, "I'll be ready in 5 minutes and 5 minutes!"

"Agreed for 5 minutes," he agreed seemingly helplessly, "give me all the meat you have these days."

"Okay," I endured the humiliation.

The fourth day of my itinerary, the day I was leaving, was also the day when Jung Ho-seok walked the red carpet.

He hasn't had time to reply to my messages these days, which means that he won't be idle to find my news.

Just in case you see the report about my flight to Las Vegas.

I didn't dare to take the initiative to harass him, so I just held back until that day.

We got off the car halfway, because there was no parking space nearby, we only stopped for a while after we communicated.

It was quite early when my brother took me there, and there were already too many people.

We didn't have a permit to enter, so we had to watch from afar.

My brother carried me behind my back, and I watched it with my mobile phone.

After finally seeing them walking the red carpet, I quickly snapped a few pictures like a paparazzi.

Before I had time to look at it again, my brother carried it away.

I was crying and filming a small video, filming Zheng Haoxi getting farther and farther in my sight.

The video is full of impatient complaints from the manager brother: "Oh, don't shake it, didn't you say 5 minutes, the plane is going to be late, you can't play tricks..."

"Brother," I put down my phone and squinted at him, "I'll tell you why you're so attentive today, you want to tell me..."

I also ate my meat these days! !

"Don't play tricks," we went back to the car, the agent brother helped me close the door, and sat down, "Go to the airport!"

After watching my own script on the plane, I slept for a while and arrived in Sydney.

Sydney to South Korea.

Get home jet-lagged.

I'm so tired these days.

I woke up in the middle of my sleep and ordered a takeaway, and continued to sleep after eating.

I never thought that I could sleep for so long at once, until I woke up to find Zheng Haoxi sitting next to me eating oranges.

dreaming...

I.

I got up all of a sudden and stared at Zheng Haoxi eating oranges.

"Want to eat?" Seeing me staring at his orange like this, he peeled a piece and stuffed it into my mouth.

"Tsk, why is this so sour?" I frowned, "You can't be pregnant..."

"Ah, I'm a man." He was speechless, pinching my face, "Why is your face so hot?"

"Why are your hands so cold?" I hid, "When did you come back?"

"Come back for more than an hour," he smoothed my hair, "how about you?"

"I've been sleeping since yesterday." I found that my phone was dead and turned off, and glanced at his, "I may not be able to sleep tonight...

"Really? No discomfort?" He was a little worried, "Maybe it's because the body temperature is higher after sleeping..."

"I'm not sick, I just feel very hungry now," I got up and put on my shoes, "I'm going to cook ramen, do you want to eat?"

"Eat!" He followed me frantically.

"Look at this," I threw my charged mobile phone to him while he was eating deliciously.

"What?" He glanced at me and turned on his phone.

"Album, album," I ordered him, a little proudly.

He clicked.

At first, I just flipped through it casually, and at the end I covered my mouth and looked at me in surprise:

"what's the situation?"

"Guess what," I smiled.

"You went too?" He suddenly realized, "I said, why did you say that you have slept since yesterday... jet lag?"

"Hmm," I shrugged.

"Oh my god! I'm so touched! You went to Las Vegas for me!"

Mr. Zheng sighed.

"No..." I said helplessly, "I went to shoot the poster, and I stopped by to see it before going to the airport..."

"But I'm still very touched!" He left his seat, ran over and hugged me, "Thank you Can."

"Why are you doing this?" I blushed and "justified" myself uncomfortably, "Don't rub my face!! I'm hot!!!"

I'm super uncomfortable with him like that.

Weird.

"..." As a result, he frowned, "You seem to be really hot."

"..." I really wanted to roll my eyes, "Really?"

What about fun?How many minutes does this last?

"Well," he put his hand on my forehead, "don't go to the gym, it's dangerous."

"Really?" I was super helpless, he looked super tough, I couldn't make the decision at all, "Okay."

"Well, you can rest at home." He took my bowl away, "Stop eating ramen, I'll go buy some delicious and nutritious ones for you to eat."

He picked up the bowls and chopsticks and refused to let me eat that side.

"Why are you going out?" I looked at my stolen noodles resentfully, "I'm almost full."

"What are you doing with these unnutritious ones?" He said as if the person who ate deliciously just now was not like him, and he waved his hand aggressively, "Wait for me to come back!"

He put on his coat, waved to me and left.

I waited for a long time, and then our Zheng Haoxi actually brought me a hot ginseng chicken soup.

...

Great, great, admiration.

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