FAME GAME || J.JK [On Hold]

2| The crowd's heaven

Jungkook's POV

Next day

9 AM

"Move aside," i nudge him away, not feeling well but still trying to focus on the lyrics and memorising it in whatever time i have left, since the concert starts in two hours. I have to do it for those amazing people, their joyful cheers, the sweet smiles on their lips, everything.

If I am the crowd's heaven, the crowd's heaven for me too. They really are.

"What's wrong?" Jimin takes his earpiece off, walking to me, his gentle voice not echoing around the whole empty arena anymore. "Nothing." I shake my head, worried about my performance.

I don't want to be bad, this will leave me overthinking for days, weak for days and unmotivated for a lot of time that i don't even want to think of. "Hey," he doesn't leave his mic but touches my arm, holding it and soothing the muscles, pressing it softly. "Did you eat your medicines and vitamins?" He asks, i only hum, clearing my throat. I raise my hand up, holding the mic in it.

"You will do well, don't worry. Taehyung also agrees, right?" He glances back at the one busy in playing his saxophone. Taehyung smiles, screaming a 'yes' into the mic attached to his collar. I smile a little, having them near me to help me feel better throughout the pain.

I just hope i don't fail myself today.

End of Jungkook's POV

4 PM

Just like the other days, the tiredness takes over me slowly, but i leave it aside for it to rot and i pressure myself into feeling fine until i really do. "The music slaps." Shane passes a comment on the loud and throbbing music we can hear, from the stadium just one street from ours.

"It does," not knowing what to say furthermore, i remark, continuing to make the rose milk tea for the customer who asked for one. "Rumiko! Aren't you excited about the fact that our café is too good, so they might come here for a drink?" I stare at this one's bubbly and cute face, hating to break it to her, "shane, our café is good, not popular. Hardly someone ever made a vlog here, and you talk about jungkook, taehyung and jimin coming here?"

She looks at me with complete silence, and i cannot quite tell if she understood what i meant or she's going to cry. I want to take back those words i spoke.

"Hey, you good?" I go to her despite of knowing we're supposed to be working, and that i'm due on the order. "Yeah." She grins, raising her face up to giggle, "i'm going to the concert day after tomorrow, so i don't give a shit if the three gods come here or not, hehe."

She teases me like i was some immature baby who would cry upon hearing this. She doesn't know that i have bought the tickets as well. I will surprise her on the concert day.

"Oh." I pretend to be hurt, sad, and very glum. "I tried to get one for you." She touches my arm, "but they said that it was full and only VIP tickets were remaining which my broke ass cannot afford, i'm so sorry, rumi." She soothes my fake sadness, rubbing her soft thumb on the back of my hand.

Her shining eyes gaze at me, she hugs me and rubs my back. "We'll try for one next time, don't worry. They come here often. Okay?" She asks for assurance, moving away. "Hmm, sure."

6 PM

"I'm home." I lock the door of our apartment, and reach to the other room as fast as i can, knowing he'll be probably gaming again. "Boo." I inch down to my brother's shoulder and scare him yet again, "got you!" I laugh, seeing him stick in a deep breath and put his headphones away, "that's just because i was sleeping. You didn't."

"Whatever," i leave him, going straight into the kitchen to check on the condition there. There's a half-empty bowl of ramen kept. He's eaten. "Did you eat only this, renjun?" I shout from this room, hoping he'd not have headphones hugging his ears again.

"Yeah, i'm full." He informs me from the bedroom, back at his gaming as i can see from this kitchen that is attached to the tiny hall we have in our small apartment.

I undo my braids, heading for eating some ramen and then going right to my room to write down my poetries and songs. My head hurts so bad, i need to rest. I'll have to skip guitar classes today. "Have the soup i made too!" Renjun comes out of his crib, getting me to smile at the thoughtfulness of this sixteen year old.

"Thank you, little boy." I grab his arm and give him a forehead kiss, his soft lips curve up and he pretends to be not overwhelmed, "eh...i was bored." He leans down on the counter after i go and decide to hear the spicy ramen, "oh, were you?"

"Yes." His small tone earns a chuckle from me. I get a can of Pepsi cola out from the refrigerator, hurrying since the only time i feel alive is when i'm writing; my thoughts, my ideas, all of those.

"Did you see the news?" He suddenly asks, out of nowhere. I frown, placing the bowl down to put the ramen into it, hungry by the sight of it. "Jungkook is here." He wiggles his brows, grinning like a kitten, teasing me awfully since he knows my level of love and adoration for the artist and his band of three.

I don't say anything, hiding my flushed cheeks. I go to the stove and turn the heat off once the heat covers me from head to toe, unreasonably. "He's the leader, ain't he?"

"He is, indeed." I walk past renjun, go and throw the cushions away to sit down on the small grey sofa, hating why i get to gushed at the sound of someone i've never met or seen, or talked to, before. It's so strange how he makes me feel. I love them all the same, but with him, it's kind of romantic. I don't know, i hate myself for thinking like delusional and being weird.

"Don't you want to meet him, he's going to stay here only for two or three weeks, maximum."

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