Kookie's Maknae {J.Jk}

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Laurel

Yanny

Yanny

Laurel

"I hear Laurel, change my mind."

"I hear it too." At least Namjoon agrees with me. We been listening to this audio for too damn long now and its driving me a little crazy. Jin though listened to it very closely and had his index finger up to shut us up. He takes off his earbuds and takes a moment to think.

We're divided here so his opinion will determine which won.

"I hear both."

"Huh?" I raised my brow.

The guys began to bicker over the audio in the blink of an eye. I ignored their childish bickers but did smile when they raised their voice at each other. In the middle of rehearsing my choreography I listened to our own songs to inspire me. I shouldn't practice in this area because there's so many things in the way. Its actually a break room rather than an open area. Every concert is sacred when it comes to our performance, however this very concert in London is a huge one.

My parents are here, Baek Eunha is too. It'll be their first concert among the purple ocean. Sold out concert once more. That is code for we must be perfect.

I must be PERFECT.

"Its an illusion, you'll hear the word you're reading. Right now it says Yanny, so you'll hear Yanny."

There was silence, and then some gasps of bewilderment. Thank God for Joonie and his wits. I started running back and forth across the room to test speed after transitioning to another dance move. I began to stretch, maybe a little too hard. My foot felt like it glided suddenly and I was making a split, but my heel collided against the sharp edge of furniture.

At first when I hit my heel on something, you know that feeling, right? When you hit your little toe on the corner of a door or chair, do you know the pain? It was more painful than that.

I didn't make a sound, but I saw the pool of blood forming under my foot and my eyes widened. I thought it was not that serious. But my wound was quite deep when I looked at it. The boys and the crew rushed to my side, medical personnel and managers were all around me in a second. It hurt so bad I had to be carried to another room that I couldn't see because my hand was clapped over my face to hide my humiliation.

This is O2 arena and I just messed up. I tried my hardest to not get emotional. Why didn't I just put shoes on, damn it. I hissed as the medical personnel looked at the long cut across my heel. "This is a ER visit, Jungkook."

"No. Way."

"There's doctor on the way here. They could stitch it up."

"Awesome, I'm still performing though, correct?" My eyes wander from crew member to crew member. "Thats for the doctor to decide." Well that did not sound good. Eventually said doctor arrived, injecting anesthetic then flipped me to lay on my stomach so my heel laid upward. The guys are all watching me squirm and flinched from the doorway. Horrified expressions plastered on their faces.

Namjoon though sat next to me, watching everything. Its the paternal instincts kicking in, makes me feel like Eunha when she falls and Im in Joonie's place. "Does it hurt?" He asked me. "Really bad." I opened my mouth after hissing, feeling the final stitch be sewn.

"The injury may not be that great but you will refrain from taking part in choreography to prevent further damage." My foot was dressed all the way to my ankle. It broke my heart to hear those words. You can't perform. Should I tantrum? "I want to go on stage, please, don't make me miss out."

"Jungkook, your heel could open more if you stand for too long walk when its not needed."

"I'll sit the entire time. Can I do that?" I glared at my manager and doctor with puppy dog eyes. Glares were exchanged.

Exactly that happened. I hit my purple microphone against my forehead softly as I heard BigHit announce my injury to ARMY. The crowd roared shortly after the announcement. I waited for my verse to come on before I was wheeled out by the crew on a stationary bar stool on a moving platform. I didn't miss a beat even over the movement that made me think I'd fall over.

Now this is a view I wouldn't miss for the world. The purple ocean of bombs waving around. My eyes wandered over the first rows in search of my parents. But I never spotted them. Not with how wild the fans are. I hope Baek Eunha is safely in my father's arms. Envy, regret and anger were fighting within myself as the guys performed. Owned the stage. Then there's me stationed in one platform only smiling and moving my arms to the beat.

When they were doing the encore and singing So What and Anpanman, I suddenly felt so sad so I burst into tears. Even at that moment, I was embarrassed about myself because even if I'm hurt or upset, no matter what happened to me, I shouldn't have shown it on stage. But I could not control my feelings.

"Jungkook, don't cry." Taehyung spoke over the microphone. My head down and shoulders bouncing. The boys gathered around to hug me and slap my legs to comfort. I bring the mic to my lips, sniffling before speaking.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry. I really want to come back again. I promised myself that I would perform better than the last concert. Thank you guys." I bowed myself first before we did final bow together.

The roars rang in my ears for a while when I smiled.

I limped backstage with the support of Jin and Namjoon on either side of me.

"Jungkook, your family is here."

I gasped dramatically at the sight of Baek Eunha being put on the floor. She ran toward me at full speed but stopped dead in her tracks watching my foot bandaged. "Is appa hurt?" She gazed with sad eyes. "Yeah I am but it's okay, just a little cut. Remember, like your knee when you fell on the sidewalk?"

She nodded. "Just like that. Nothing to worry your precious little head over." I bend down to hug her, she clings on to me automatically latching like a sloth. So I end up picking her up.

My mother and father approached as they greeted the guys. "So, how did you like it? Spare me the punishment."

"I loved it, it lived up to my expectations as always. But you couldn't perform." My mother says pretending to be annoyed, but it dod annoy me for real. "This always manages to happen when I want to show you two something."

"Well, I guess we have to go to the next concert."

My jaw drops, "really?"

"So don't cut your other heel, you hear me."

"Yes, okay!" I hugged them like I would after showing them my terrible but passing grades in elementary school.

I won't let this happen again for sure.