His Smile... (Part1) [JK]

Yellow.. Skin and Bones

{MinJi's POV}

"Looks like we're going to be partners", I say to Jungkook as we take our seats.

"Okay", he says and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes to probably nap once again.

I sigh in frustration and tap his shoulder.

No response.

"Yah! Jungkook!" I say as I punch his chest.

"AISH! What?!!" He says in an aggravated tone.

"We have to figure out what we're going to be doing for our music project, and this time I'm NOT going to fail this one", I say in a stern voice.

He sighs loudly and gives an annoyed, "Fine."

"Okay then, glad to have your cooperation."

"So, can you even play an instrument? Or even sing for that matter?" Jungkook says as he stops leaning in his chair and resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

I can already tell this is going to be a pain.

"Yes I can, BOTH for that matter. What about you? I've never even heard you play or sing."

"Well I've never heard you sing or play either, but that doesn't mean I'm doubting your musical abilities", he says fiddling with his pencil.

Crap, that's true.

I sigh and nod my head in agreement.

"So to do our music project, let's do it at your house", Jungkook says as he continues to mess with his pencil.

"Uh I would rather not", I say shaking my head.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Then how are we going to do the project?"

"Why not do it at your house", I say glancing at him.

If we were to do the project at my house....

I would rather not think about it to be honest.

"I don't know. Are you sure we can't do it at your house?" He says.

"I'm positive."

"Aish what a pain", Jungkook sighs with annoyance.

"Fine, tomorrow after school, let's walk to my house together. Make sure you bring your instrument", Jungkook says as the bell rings, signaling the end of the school day.

I nod my head and pack my stuff into my bag and head out to leave.

****

I walk into my house, hoping that my dad is asleep or that he's not home.

I walk pass the living room seeing that he's not there and head into the kitchen.

"Appa?" I call out. Silence answers me and I sigh in relief.

He's not home.

I walk up stairs and check my dads bedroom to double make sure he's not home, and he isn't in there.

It's sad how happy I am to know that my father isn't home.

I walk into my room and sit on my bed.

Tomorrow, after school, I have to bring my guitar.

The guitar that I used to play to my mom in the hospital with... Before she passed away.

I don't think I can play the guitar without remembering...