The Messenger || Jungkook

Part 8 : really?

"Hello?" A groggy voice asked. It was late here, almost midnight, but I didn't want to wake her up early. I was a bit surprised she answered. We didn't leave on the best note.

She thought that coming to Korea was stupid. That there weren't life sustaining jobs. I've always wanted kids and she knows that, but she also wants grandkids. She believes that I won't be able to find a job that could cover the expenses of children. It's the first time I've talked to her since I left for Korea.

There's a big surprise coming for my family. I couldn't tell them until now in case word spread. Today, they're release the photos from the photoshoot. They'll be telling the public about me.

I'm actually very scared. Mi's reaction and the reactions I've seen from Kpop fans haven't always been the best. I cared about myself but I cared more for how this will effect BTS. Will there rankings go down? Will they loose fans?

"Hey, um, Mom. Sorry for waking you up early, but there's something that I need to tell you." It sounded like I was delivering bad news. Who knows? Maybe it will be bad news later on.

"Sarah?" She sounded surprised. "Why are you calling me so early?" I slightly laughed at her question.

"I'm in Korea, Mom. The time is different here."

"Oh yeah. What do you need to tell me, Sweety?" The sound of that word sent butterflies throughout my stomach. Even though we didn't leave on the best terms, I didn't mean that I was still upset or that I didn't miss her. Korea felt like a second home but it lacked my family. It's been almost four months since I've seen them. Three weeks since I signed with BTS.

"Well, this is going to come as a big surprise. To start off, I recently signed with a Korean entertainment company. I'm going to be working with a Kpop boys group. And I'm also debuting as one of their girlfriends." It was a lot of information all at once. I heard barely audible voices coming from the other end. The my mom spoke up.

"Wait, how long have you known about this?" My mother asked.

"I've knows the boys for almost a month and I signed three weeks ago."

"Three weeks?! Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"I couldn't. News couldn't get out to the public. But today they're releasing it to the public with some photos. Oh! Also, I'm going by a stage name. The name is Madison Ride."

"Hey Sarah, but what exactly are you going to do with this group BTX." My dads voice said.

"Hey dad. BTS. I'm going to help them write songs and sing some with them." I answered excitedly.

"How old are these boys?" Dad asked. I smiled at him as this was what he was worried about.

"Don't worry. They're all within like four years of me. And the one I'm dating is my age." I said thinking of Jungkook. He was only meters from me, sound asleep, along with the other six boys. But I was still awake, sitting on my small bed as Otis slept next to me.

"How long do you have to do this?" Mom asked.

"About ten years."

"That's a long time." Dad said.

"Yeah, I know." I sighed. "But i think this will be good for me. It pays pretty well." A knock came from the door.

"One second. Someone's at the door." I quietly ran to the door with the phone still to me ear. I opened the door to see Jungkooks makeup-free, sleepy face. He had athletic shorts on and a baggy shirt. His hair was messy. He has the aroma of someone half asleep.

"Sarah? What are you doing up so late? You know tomorrow is going to be busy." He asked as he rubbed the sleepiness fog away from his eyes.

"I'm talking to my parents." I said as I thought of the phone still next to my ear.

"Honey? Why are you talking in Korean?" I heard my mother ask. Turning away from Jungkook, I talked to my mother in English.

"Sorry, um........ Would you like to meet my boyfriend?" I asked nervously. A response came immediately from my father.

"Yes." I turned back to Jungkook, grabbed him by the hand and pulled him inside. I closed the door behind him and pulled him further into the room.

"Don't act up, you're talking to my parents." I said covering the phone with my hand.

"What?"

"My parents are on the phone."

"But I don't know English!" He said wide eyed.

"I can translate. And you're not as bad as Yoongi." He gave me a knowing smile. "Ok, they're probably just going to ask you a few simple questions." He nodded and we sat down on the bed together with the phone between us.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Yes?" He answered.

"Do you have any questions for Jungkook?" He didn't answer for a moment.

"What's his real name?" He asked. Good, simple questions first.

"Jeon Jungkook." I answered. Jungkook looked up at me, hearing his name. He pointed to his mouth and mouthed the word 'translate'. I nodded my head to tell him I will.

"How old are you?" Dad asked, directing the question to Jungkook. I looked up at saw Jungkook translating in his head. It was a simple question, used many times. Jungkook was able to understand but not answer back in English.

"22 days older than me." I told my parents.

"What's your profession?" I translated.

"Singer, dancer, rapper, model. Normal idol jobs." I answered back.

"Is he good?" My father asked.

"Very." I answered smiling. "I'll send you a few videos later."

"Are you dating my daughter because you have to? Or because you love her?" My dad asked. This wasn't my question to answer. I took in Jungkook before I translated.

I didn't know what answer I wanted. Both were plausible answers. I stared at Jungkook. His eyes were beautiful. Dark brown, almost black. With the right angle of light, streaks of gold could be seen meeting his pupil. His eyes were trained on mine.

He sat on the bed with his legs crossed and his hand laying swiftly in his lap. His posture was almost perfect, unlike mine, but had a slight slouch. His hair was thick and smooth, rarely touched by bleach or dye. His skin, although almost always covered in makeup, was clear and smooth. His eyelashes, short and dark, had a slight curl upward. Cheek bones that narrowly stood out and a jaw line that was slick and straight. His top lip was thin and pink, his bottom lip, thick and beautiful. The face that could be one of a man one second and a baby the next.

I felt weird looking at each of his physical characteristics but how could I not. His square shoulders that would look perfect in any shirt. His arm muscles that were bold but hid away so they wouldn't look awkward. The veins that showed only at special moments. His chest and stomach of someone who ate when they could but still watched their weight.

His body, which didn't show signs of abuse, had, in fact, taken abuse. Working hard at such a young age. No sleep when the mind of someone so young was still developing. It was amazing at how someone abused at such a young age could turn out to perfect.

His lips parted just a centimeter and he sighed. The corners of his mouth rose up in an almost invisible smile.

"I love Sarah." My breath froze in my chest. The way he said this words made him seem confident in them. I knew he understood his words. He said them with such proficiency that it could have only been said purposely.

Cautiously, his hand slid over the bed and over to mine. It wrapped around mine, gently at first, then harder. My hand felt warm and tingly where his touched mine. A feeling of happiness spread from my heart through the rest of me. I could hear my heart beating in my head, my breath still frozen.

"I love her."

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Oooohhhhhh! Things r gettin serious! 😂😂😂 sorry for the short chapter but there's more to come!

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