Our Friendship Diary ‖ JJK·BTS

2- Our Past

Past Tense

I found an exit and ran as fast as I could towards safety. "Stop right there!" Simultaneously, there were crazy and aggressive voices of furious gangsters sounded behind me alongside with their pounding footsteps towards me.

My heart was stamping violently and almost missed a beat as I was exhausted from continuously running. However, I refused to stop. As I took a sharp turn into another path, someone caught hold of me and covered my mouth before I could scream my lungs out.

"Shh shh, easy there," Then, there came his voice. So soft and soothing that made me stopped struggling but looking up. Eventually, it turns out to be a handsome teenage boy dressed in black and had his face hid behind a mask. I was extremely scared at the moment as I was only a fifteen-year-old girl, alone here in Korea.

I don't know why but I can remember that I was lost and I can't find my family. Not only that, I was even targeted by some foreigners who did bad businesses. I was such an unfortunate girl.

We hid behind the walls until the men passed with obscenities. Leaning against his muscular body, I manage to hear those frantic heartbeats through the black fabric of his shirt. Then, he let go of me while heading towards a heap of garbage, climbing up onto it as I watched in confusion. As my brain was still processing on the safest way out, the boy had already pulled away a filtering fan. "Kaja (Come on)." He gestured and smiled a reassuring smile at me to follow. I nodded and climbed through the hole with him and there we were in the man's washroom of SuperStar K3.

"So this is a place, nah, a studio for trainees." I put up my hoodie to cover my long hair as I followed him embarrassedly.

"It's okay. I-I will t-tell." Besides, that was how I know about his rusty English by that time.

"I'm fine. Quin ca na (It's okay)." Because of my previous experience of watching Korean dramas, I'd learnt how to speak a little of their language. He heard me, because I remember seeing him smiled.

The boy stopped for a while and waited for me, until I reached by his side. "We're almost there." We stopped in front of a white door until he squeezed the doorknob.

Apparently, there were people in there, practising their singing and dancing skills. All of them were boys. They spoke Korean, which I could barely understand. After noticing my existence, they looked at me in puzzlement and then back to the teenage boy with questioning eyes. Soon, they called his name. "Jungkook." A small whisper of his name slipped out through my slightly parted mouth as I heard them.

"Yes? That's my name." I forgot not to whisper loudly when it came to secrets which you want to keep for yourself. Looking into his big brown eyes, I managed a sheepish smile as he smiled back. Happiness and adore flashes across his eyes when my actions paused. Eventually, I did nothing but staring straight at him like a moron until he waved his hand at me. "Hey."

"Oh! Sorry...Thanks for saving me. I-I have to leave now." I faltered my words out and didn't dare to look at his again. He looked so handsome by the way.

"You're hurt. Come with me...first." Struggling with his English, Jungkook said. His hand grabbed on mine while we were heading out of the practicing room.

My lips parted and I was speechless. Everybody did. On this time, the pain where I'd sprained on my ankle and wrist during the escape revealed as he touched me. I couldn't help but staggered along with his slightly fast pace towards whatever corner he wanted to take me to.

Finally, we'd reached the pantry nearby. After ushering me to take a seat on one of the chairs, Jungkook then rummaged through the cupboards for the first-aid kit and found one. "Stay still. Quin ca na, arasseo (It's okay, do you understand)?" I nod obediently and watched him bandaged my wounds with his flexible hands together with his delicate fingers. Imagination soon rose in my head automatically, making me blush and look away towards the window, where sunlight shines through the transparent surface.

Thinking that my true face was exposed was making me feeling so embarrassed as I covered my face with my bandaged hands. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook."

"Nah, it doesn't matter." Jungkook chuckles as he finished the last step of my wound bandaging. "Come, I'll take you to the police station."

Because of Jungkook's kindness, I was sent back to my family after hours of sitting in that very place, with him insisted on accompanying me. Although I'd persuaded him to return to the studio, his stubbornness and strong sense of responsibility had stopped him from doing that. It was so awkward until he broke the silence and asked, "Hey, what is your name?"

I swallowed while our eyes met. "Jaykee," Although this is not really the name which belongs to me, that was the best way to pronounce my Chinese name, JiaQi.

"Nice to meet you, Jaykee," we shook hands while becoming friends. Then, our first and last meet was over once I was back to Malaysia. Until one day, I'd received news about him being casted by the BigHit Entertainment Studio and joined a Korean Boy Group called the Bangtan Boys (BTS).

First updated: March 6, 2017.
Last edited: November 9, 2017.