Silent Love || Jeon Jungkook

0.1 \\ Mute

It had been two weeks since you had the accident. In those days if your supposed rest, you were made to learn sign language to help you communicate. You only agreed because you didn't want this to put you down. You were still the same smart and kind person that you were, no, are.

You made your way to your school gate. As you entered, ever since you came back to school, the hallways would go quiet whenever you entered. Word had spread about what the accident had done to you. You pretty much ignored them and they did the same. Your classes went on as normal, but whenever the teacher asked a question and your hand shot up in the air, she would give you a pitiful look and then choose someone else. But only rarely would she allow you to write the answer in the board. You were glad to at least have this privilege in class participation.

The debate club was devastated at the loss of their best speaker. They argued that in competitions there wouldn't be time for you to write down your thoughts for them to say, the team would lose.

So, you left. Without a word. (Did you see what I did there?😏)

You heard skipping. You turned around and saw Minhyun. You smiled. She and Blackpink were the only ones keeping you sane in your world of quiet. And sadness.

When your parents had arrived, they showed shock. They were upset that your voice was gone, this meant you couldn't participate in meeting for the company, because that's where they thought you were better off as their heir. Cruel, right?

After shaming you they left for another trip. But you were kinda glad that you wouldn't have to be their heir. Managing a business wasn't really what you wanted to do.

Minhyun snapped you out of your thoughts by waving her hand in front of your face. "(Y/N), I saw Jungkook the other day, ya know? And when I asked him hiw he felt he said that he didn't feel anything!" she exclaimed. What. He was was the one who made you mute and it was all his fault! How can he have no feelings?!

You rolled your eyes and trudged off to class. Shit, I've got this class with Jungkook. And there comes the perpetrator himself. You roll your eyes over his existence. Half of the girls in the class are calling out to him, "Oppa!" this and "Oppa!" that. Ugh. So annoying.

He takes his seat next to you and gives a concerned glance at you and then quickly looks away. The teacher continues and class starts.
You take out your books from your bag and place them on your table. As you do, a crumpled ball of paper hits your shoulder. Swallowing whatever curse you would have said if you weren't mute and saving yourself from humiliation and pain, you pick up the paper and open it. Inside are some words scrawled, Are you okay? I'm sorry about what happened, but it's not what you think. I didn't really make you fall - Jungkook. You turn around and give him a dirty glace and throw the paper back at him, right on his temple.

*Time skip to end of class*

You quickly pack your bag and leave. As you're about to leave the class, you check your bag. Your pencil case isn't there. Shit, you mentally curse. You got back to your place and quickly stuff it in. When you turn around, the class is completely empty. Wow, they got out quick. You have a free period now, so you don't mind being held back. As you're about to reach the door handle to close it behind you, a hand from behind comes to rest on your hand on the handle. You freeze. You know that hand. That had was one of the last things you saw before you fell.

Jungkook's hand. Was. On. Your. Hand.

Normally, you'd be having butterflies in your stomach, but you reminded yourself that you hated him for what he did to you. You lifted your hand up to make his leave yours but he was holding on tight. Then everything happens in a flash that you need a minute to realise what actually happened.

Jungkook pulls you towards him, closes the classroom door and then pushes you against the door. There's only about a 5 inch gap between the two of you. You're mind is going a mile a second. What?! What does he think he's doing?! I hate him. He made me mute. What the f-
Your thoughts are interrupted by something soft on your forehead. You then realise that Jungkook is kissing your forehead. And it's not just a small peck. Nope.
He's giving you a prolonged yet surprisingly soft kiss on your forehead. You're brain suddenly seems to stop working, and all you can manage to do is weakly put your hands on his chest in an attempt to push him away, but you obviously fail.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know you probably think I'm the one who made you...erm, lose your voice but it wasn't really me. I swear. In fact, you tripped over your own foot," he says in a serious tone

What?!

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What do you think? Do you believe him?😏

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this fanfiction. I'm really trying my best to write. Now since I have holidays I'll probably be updating everyday (hopefully!)

Thanks for reading!