We met at Weekly Idol (Jungkook x Reader)

Chapter 8

I stood there shock. I didn't know what to do or say. "I-" "You don't have to say it now. I can wait. Here." He gave me a piece of paper. "Here's my phone number if you want to call or text me about your answer. You probably won't but it's okay." He rubbed the back of his head while avoiding my gaze. "Thanks......." I mumbled under my breath which he didn't heard me. A awkward silence filled in the room.

"I should go back to practice. Thanks for the coffee."
"Yeah you should."
"Well bye......."
"Bye....."

He left the shop. I took a deep breath and stood there for a minute or two. Then I suddenly remember about Jun oppa in the car. I quickly close up the shop and ran to the car. "Mianhae oppa. I forgot about you." I started the car. I drove us off to the airport. The ride was quiet but not until we finally got to the airport. "Eomma!" I ran full speed towards her and gave her a hug. "My baby~" I smiled as I loved my mother's scent and warmth as always. She pinched my cheeks. "Still a baby as always." "Because I'm the youngest~" She smiled. I went to my grandparents and gave them a hug. "I miss you grandma and grandpa." "Aigo. We miss you too buttercup." I let of the hug and my dad gave my grandma and grandpa a hug. "Let's go home. I bet everyone is tired." We all nodded and drove back home.

*Jungkook's POV*

I came back to the company with the coffee that Y/N made for me. I went to the practice room. Hyung came up to me. "Oh coffee thanks Jungkook." He took the coffee out of my hand and took a sip of it. "Tae give it back to Jungkook." Jimin hyung came up behind hyung. Hyung just smiled and gave back my coffee. He walked off while Jimin hyung talked to me. "So did you asked her?" I sighed and looked down. "She rejected you?" I shook my head. "She wasn't sure so I gave her my number." He patted my back.

"It's okay Jungkookie. Let's just hope that she calls or texts you."
"Did someone called me?" Hoseok hyung popped up.
"Aniyo. A ghost probably had called you."

Hoseok hyung's face went frozen. He slipped by with that face on. I sighed again as our manager came in the room. "Okay boys. We have a busy schedule ahead of us. Keep on practicing and take care of yourselves." We all said "alright" before the rapper line and me are going to our studio.  I got into my Golden Closet and start editing videos and writing some lyrics that popped up in my head.

*A few hours later*

I sighed as I massage my temples. I took a break from what I was doing and close my eyes. I heard a knock from my door. "Come in." I opened my eyes to see hyung.

"Oh hyung."
"Let's go eat out. My treat."
"What about the others?"
"They are busy right now. We can eat and order some food for them." I nodded.
"Okay let's go."

He smiled. I got up and we both left the building.

*Y/N's POV*

"Should we go eat out somewhere?" Grandma asked.
"Shouldn't you be resting eomeoni?" Appa asked.
"But I miss all of the korean food. Let's go!"
"Let's just go honey. We may be tired but just this once."
"Alright. Everyone get ready."

We all nodded. I went to my room and change into comfy casual clothes. Kookie was in his bed sleeping. I pat his head. "I'm going again Kookie. Be a good boy until I came back home." I gave him a kiss before leaving the house. We took separate cars so me and Junu oppa in one car while our parents and grandparents are in another car.

*Junu's POV*

The ride was quiet as always. I kept thinking last night. It is true I pretend to be deaf so I wouldn't hear anything that I don't want to hear. I often think how my voice would be if I didn't speech disability. I wouldn't live like this. I could've already gotten married. I've tried many ways to commit suicide but I couldn't. I couldn't because a image of Y/N crying for me would always come into my mind. I remember how often she would cry for me back then. She would cry and I always play the guitar for her. I didn't mind it because I cared for her a lot. Now I think about it, even if I actually she would still cry for me. I remember what she told me two years ago.

*Flashback*

I'm crying on my bed again. I couldn't do it again. The pain was unbearable. Why is it so hard to commit suicide? I just want to die. "Oppa." I peaked over to my door. Y/N came into my room and comforted me. The tears won't stop falling down my face. "It's alright oppa." I just look at her.

"How?! I want to die right now!"
"What about those who cares about you?"
"I want to be alive just for you but I can't. You don't know how hard it is I'm living right now."
"Just live then. I know that you're living like crap and I......." She paused.
"It's impossible."
"I'll help you. Don't look down on me just because I'm a girl and I'm the youngest. I can help you oppa if you just trust me. Can you trust me?"

*Flashback ended*

I still haven't given her an answer yet. Now I kinda have a feeling of changing. I want to change. I.........I want to live.

"Y/N."
"Ne oppa."
"Remember that night when you came into my room."
"Yeah."
"Can you help me live? I want to live."
"I told you so. Just live. Do you trust me on helping you?"
"I trust you."