Tough Kookie

Meeting Jeon Jung Kook

July 27, 2013

"Hello." I bow down respectfully. I looked up to the boy whose name I later learn was Jeon Jung kook. "My name is Hope"

He bowed back nervous and embarrassed. He looked too surprised that I could speak Korean so well. Little did I know back then that this boy was about to change my life. That year was my firsts and my lasts I did things I didn't even knew were possible all because of this one boy.

The first day I met Jung Kook was when I found out I was staying with his family. I sat next to him in the car ride. He hasn't yet spoke to me yet which made me like I was doing something wrong. He sat with his ear phones in his ear listen to music on his IPhone.

"I'm sorry, dear if he's ignoring you." Jeon Sung Yeon said softly in Korean.

"It's fine." I mumbled. "I'm used to it."

Jeon Sung Yeon was the women who requested to take care of me. I learned that her husband was away with Jung kook older brother Jeon Jung Hyung. I always wonder why she wanted me, I wasn't special or anything. I was abandon as a child and knew nothing about the outside world. She often spoke to me in English which made me feel more comfortable around the family. Occasionally a few Korean words would slip out but I knew mostly everything she was saying.

The Jeon's house was bigger than the orphanage. I stared in disbelief when I was lead to my room. It was a light blue color I've never seen on a wall and I had a desk with a laptop on it. I never been on one but heard Pastor Luke say it was the devil's toy. I sat on the huge bed already feeling sleep surrounded me.

I heard a knock at the door and it open slightly the sleep that so desperately wanted to overtake my body suddenly disappeared.

"Come in." I said in Korean. There was a Jung Kook his face seemed red and he look nervous. He had short brown hair and the cutest eyes and a little mole below his heart shaped li-

Oh no, what are you thinking? You learn that it is a sin to think of other people such disturbing ways.

I thought you wanted to be free? I thought you wanted to explore the new sides of you.

While my mind played devil and angel, He quickly got down on his knees and bowed to me formally and introduced himself. He was really, how do you say, 'cute?' I gasped at myself for thinking of such vocabulary. I had never said the words, cute, sexy or even attractive.

He looked at me confused. "How old are you?"

His voice was in the middle of puberty but I could tell it was already going to be deep. My mind took a while to get back on track until I finally comprehend what he had just said in Korean to me.

"Ah, I'm fifteen years old." I replied back unsure of if I miss said a word.

He smiled at me. His eyes were absolutely beautiful on the sides scrunched up as if his eyes were smiling along with him.

"I am also." He made his way next to me on the bed and faced me.

My heart was beating, I have never this close to a male besides Pastor Luke. I didn't know what to do with myself so I stood up and face the wall.

He chuckled at my sudden movement.

"Put out your hands." He turns me so I could face him. "Rock, paper, scissor."

I was confused because I never heard such Korean.

"Please speak slowly." I said.

"Aish, sorry I forgot." He mumbled.

There it was again another foreign word. I looked at him with confusion in my eyes.

"What does the word Aish mean?" I said softly.

He rubbed the back of his hand and giggled. He explained, and told me some curse words that I show never say in public.

I heard Sung Yeon call Jung Kook to his room he waves me goodnight and smiles at me which makes me feel as if I am going to melt. After washing up I prayed and went to sleep I was awoke by the sound of soft snores.

I looked over, Jung Kook was there nuzzled on my breast sleeping he slept with his mouth a gape and he snored softly.. I did not exactly have small breasts which I would get teased on at the orphanage by the other girls.

I felt his warm breath through my shirt that gave me chills, and thrills I never ever thought about feeling this kind of way. What was he doing here? I reach my curious hand to his hair. It was so soft and silky the dark brown hair that slid through my fingers. My dark skin radiated on his sun kiss pale skin it was such a beautiful complexion I wanted to feel it.

My hands wandered to the small mole on his neck. His skin was so soft and warm, I ran my fingers through his hair and around his neck. I heard a deep noise moan noise that came from him. I quickly removed my hand and pretending I was sleeping. I felt him slowly ease up from my chest leaving my breast feeling cold.

"Hope?" He said my name softly in English for the first time it was strange because it came out as, 'Hopu'. My eyes fluttered open, I was startled to see he was only inches away from my face. I push myself back and winched in pain when I realized I hit my head on the headboard behind me. He giggled and jump out of the bed and left the room.

What was that?

As I walked down the stairs, Jung Kook was already eating. I slowly gulped, why was I so nervous?

"Good Moring, Hope" I heard Sung Yeon say. "How did you sleep?"

I looked toward Jung kook who was too busy enjoy is egg and rice to even notice what was going on. I decided it was best not to tell her about how her son slept with me. I thought to myself how alarming that sounded. Why am I thinking this way?

You have to tell her, Hope.

Why tell her this what it feels like to be free, not telling the truth.

But that's a sin.

Don't deny you like the feeling of him on your breast.

I did n-

"Hopu." Jung kook was waving his hand in my face and smiling cutely. I used the word again why? My mind was interrupted from its mini argument. I decided not to tell her because I don't want her to think of me in the wrong way.

"Do you want to meet my friend?" He said grinning widely.

I shook my head, not another male. I don't know what I would do if I was so close to a male without being married.

"No, I think I'll pass." I said in English and instantly remember and corrected myself. "No, I don't want too."

He looked sad for a moment but then it pass and his face was lighten with a smile. I couldn't help but smile myself. This boy is making me feel ways I would never think of feeling at the orphanage. It was like he open a deep secret happiness that was stored in my heart waiting to bloom.