The Last Boy Scout

6

"There's something you should know."

"What is it, hyung, what?" I started to grow impatient.

"It's...Jimin." Namjoon said quietly. "He's acting different lately."

"Oh..." I mumbled. "Everyone is acting differently, hyung. It's called change."

"Change..." Namjoon hyung repeated. "Where have I heard that before?"

"I don't know, hyung." I paused. I tried not to portray that I felt empty... or something worse. Fear.

"Hyung, remember when we first debuted and you said to follow your dreams?"

"Jungkook-ah... that was so long ago. Forget about that."

"No, hyung." I felt like choking, but I continued anyway, my throat started to feel like it was on fire. "Do you remember what you told us when we won our first Daesang award at MMA?"

"No, sorry Kookie... I forget..." Namjoon hyung sounded tired and very stressed.

"Oh..." I felt heartbroken. "Hyung, it was something like, if we become great, if we become the best... Ugh, hyung I forget!"

"Forget it," Namjoon started to sound annoyed. "I got called, Jungkook, and there's nothing you can do about it."

He hung up.

His last words repeated over and over in my head.

No matter what I tried to do, nothing was working. I tried to cheer up my hyungs but I wasn't Hoseok hyung. Even he had bad days, and truthfully, he only looked happy.

As for my real family, they weren't much help. At first, they didn't support me when I started auditioning for different companies. Then, they began to really help me out and give the love and support I need.

Now, my family hasn't kept in touch with me since New Year's. And that was months ago.

I wanted to play games but the console is downstairs and I didn't want to go back down.

I needed Jung Hyun. I needed his brotherly love and his support, but I knew now wasn't he time to call him. I wanted to hear his gentle voice just once. He must be very busy.

I couldn't help but tear up. Even though I was alone in my apartment I tried to refrain from crying. I couldn't trap my feelings inside like this. I knew I needed to let them out.

I curled into a ball. I probably looked ridiculous because I wasn't short like Jiminnie. I didn't care. I was the only one here.

Or so I thought.

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"J-Jeon Jungkook?" I felt a slight tap at my shoulder, which shot electric sparks up my spine.

I slowly open my eyes. My legs were sprawled across the bed and I was clutching a pillow in my arms.

I began to shake and threw the pillow away. I rubbed my eyes and when I opened them again, I froze.

"I-I'm sorry, oppa, I didn't mean to frighten you." There was a woman a little shorter than me standing by my bed. She had a familiar smile...

I began to shake more. I hated being called oppa. Who was this woman anyway?

I slowly inched away from the stranger standing at the foot of my bed. Was this a crazy fan? I started to panic.

"Oh- I'm...sorry, Jungkook-ah." She looked down at her honey brown arms.

"Wh-who are you?" I tried to stop shaking but I couldn't.

"I'm Kim Han Sung," she said quietly. "I-I didn't mean to barge in like this."

Barge in? I started to get suspicious. "What do you want from me?"

Her eyes lowered and a smile crept across her face. She sat on the bed and patted it, not answering my question.

I opened my eyes again, shaking. There was no pillow in my hands. I was still in a ball position, and there was no girl in my room. It was all just a dream. I'm glad there was no more dream.

I roll onto my side and see a figure leaning against the wall. "V-ssi??" I scramble into an upright position.

"Neh?" He looked around. Then he spotted me. "Oh, Jungkook-ah...you're awake."

"Hyung, what are you doing here? Go play with your Hwarang hyungs."

"Jungkookie, I'm not an alien," he spoke in a deep yet soothing voice. "You called me earlier, but I was...with my Hwarang hyungs...and I didn't answer your call." Tae hyung looked sheepish. "I tried calling you back, but you didn't answer, so I came over to check on you."

"Thanks, hyung, but... how did you get into my apartment?"

"I knocked on the door, but no one answered, so I twisted the knob and the door opened." V-ssi smiled a rectangle smile and chuckled. "You forgot to lock the door, hyung."

I thought back to that really weird yet vivid dream.

"Thank you, V-ssi, but... where's Jiminnie? Have you talked to him yet?"

"He didn't pick up his phone, either." V-ssi shrugged.

"Oh..." I checked my phone. There were three missed calls from V and one missed call from an unknown number. I wonder who that could be.

I tousle my brown hair. Some people say I look like a coconut, but I know they just want some refreshing coconut water. Personally, I like to keep my hair parted.

I hop off the bed, taking my phone with me. I looked down at my feet and realized I slept with my boots on. I remembered Tae hyung gave them to me and started to feel embarrassed because he was right there against the wall.

"V-ssi, are you hungry?" I ask.

"Hmm?" He looks up from his phone. "Yeah...hungry..." He focuses back on his phone screen.

"Hyung, are you okay?" I walk over to him. "What are you-"

"Nothing!" V quickly shut off his phone.

I was taken aback. Was he watching... those videos?

"I-I'm...just exhausted, hyung. Why don't we go eat?" He spoke quickly, and began to blink more.

I nod, but before I leave, I quickly change into a different pair of boots.

V-ssi was up to something, and I wanted to find out what.