FAME GAME || J.JK [On Hold]

8| Wrong turn

End of Jungkook's POV

10 PM

My head still spinning in circles, I ring the doorbell but not once, more than twice. I think I might faint if renjun doesn't open in a few seconds. "Holy fuck, he had came with his manager!!"

He twists the doorknob but doesn't even let me catch some breath, and he shouts at my face so I push him to the side and rush inside the house, I drop my bag down on the sofa and fall down on the soft cushions. "Hey!"

Renjun walks to me, his hand touches mine as my eyes are closed. "Oh no, she fainted." He cups my face but shakes me, trying to attain some movement from my frozen limbs, "I haven't, idiot."

I open my eyes and rise them to him, grinning, his cute little face worried and excited but clueless, all at once. "How did you not?" He rather seems disappointed. "Many girls faint just by seeing their idol like a mile away from themselves. You're bold." Renjun scoffs and removes his hand from my face, sitting down next to me.

"What happened exactly?" The whole thing feeling like a dream, a big mysterious kind of trance, it still doesn't fit into my mind. "I don't know. Bro was probably so fascinated by your audition work, he had to meet you directly."

"Stop it." I almost cry, my tears building up continuously on the edge of my eyelids, but I keep denying everything. I just don't want to believe he really liked my poem.

It's too much of a big thing for me. I hardly was able to get through with the line for audition.

"No, but that's what he told. I got an autograph also..." He displays the skateboard in front of me, giggling and squealing like a baby who's in love with the singer the way even I am not. "This is nice." Dropping my gaze down to my hands, I smile, knowing what I have done. I don't want renjun to know I rejected the offer because I'll have to stay away from here and him.

"So," he turns to me, the excitement full of joy in his tone, "when will you start working in the band?"

Unable to look into his eyes, the starry and hopeful shine in them making me drown in guilt but fear, I wear a false smile. "I didn't accept it. But I-" he frowns, right away hearing the words I wanted him to not focus on. "You what?"

He asks for an explanation. "Renjun, I couldn't just accept the offer. It has many layers, too much inquiries, a lot of steps. I'd have to stay away from you most of the time and you know that isn't possible."

He gets up, the sadness in him turning into anger slowly, he grips hard on his skateboard but doesn't look off my eyes, "why the fuck isn't that possible?! You work in a damn café, you do this easily though you have to stay far off from me, right? Then what's the matter with working somewhere better and doing the same shit? At least they'll pay you better and what you really, truly fucking deserve."

He cannot speak like this. I don't know what he's trying to imply.

"Are you....do you really mean this or something else, renjun? What on earth do you mean by 'doing the same shit'? Do I like going there everyday, serving people and hearing nonsense from rude people, doing extra hours of shift just so that I can get enough money for us? Or maybe do you mean that I just don't try enough? How can you be so cruel when I only thought of you?"

His pupils dilating as his eyes turn red, these lower, he steps back, "you always get me wrong. You know, I feel like I'm a fucking burden." He clenches his jaw, not saying anything else but stomping off into his bedroom. He shuts the door.

I fall back down on the sofa. The silence making a lot of noise, I take a look down at the phone number I have written on my wrist, dropping a tear down on the ink.

Maybe it's too late, I can never be a good sister or a person.

. . .

And once again, I shift on the bed, not able to sleep, really not able to think of how to sleep either. The only thing moving around my head, this phone number on my hand which is jungkook's, and the words from renjun. Both of these mix and create more confusion in my head, I feel hot, it feels like I've done something wrong.

I cannot decide, but I'll give it a try. I should call him.

But it's a late night, and this might be a manager who picks up the call since their phones are rarely with them. Screw it, I'll just call. Let's only hope my bad luck stays away from me this time.

12 AM

"Renjun?" I open the door leading into his bedroom, but as soon as he sees me, he keeps the can of beer away, sniffling. "I'm sorry, I never meant it to you. I'm really sorry."

He takes his headphones off, dropping it on the bed before he stands up, wiping his tears with his sweater paws.

"Hey, it's alright." I open my arms and he doesn't even say anything, but moves to me and hugs me. I blink my tears down and press a kiss on his head, "you weren't wrong. I really made a wrong choice out of hurry, but I really thought on this, and guess what...." I let my sentence create a sense of curiosity, he gazes up at me, going away to take the tissues to wipe his tears.

"Don't tell me...." He makes a simple guess, blowing his nose and still sniffling, his nose red like a cherry tomato. I chuckle, nodding my head and i watch his movements become stiff.

"Yes! I said yes to them, I had called them right an hour back and they accepted me." I shout, moving to this cute idiot to take him in my embrace. He wraps his arms around me tightly, seeming happier for me than i am. "I'm so happy and proud."

He whispers, kissing me on the forehead, then stepping back and looking into my eyes with the softest glint.

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