I flinched slightly when my phone began to ring. But I smiled when I saw who was calling me so late at night.
"Jungkookie! How are you?" I asked, forcing myself to sound happy even as I stared at eviction papers.
"Hey! I was just calling to check in. I was on the phone with Mom and she kept mentioning she was worried about you. Is everything okay?" My bright smile quickly faded. I bit my lip and began to fiddle with the silver ring on my finger. A habit I had picked up ever since my brother had left to go to Seoul, and gifted me the simple yet elegant piece of jewelry.
"I'm fine." I said, trying my best to keep my voice from shaking. "What did Mom tell you?"
I heard Jungkook sigh. "She told me everything, Naerin-ah. How could you keep this from me? I could've helped." I tried my very best to stop the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks.
"I don't want to just live off your money. It feels like I'm stealing from you. You worked so hard and I can't—"
"What's the point of any of it if my family can't be happy? Just tell me what you need."
"Oppa, I don't need anything. I'm fine."
"You've missed your rent for months, and you'll get evicted soon if you don't pay." Why was he so stubborn?
"I didn't like living here anyway. I'll find another place soon." I said, hoping he would finally let it go.
"Bullshit." He snarled.
"Jungkook-ah, please just forget about it. Focus on your fans and promoting your new album. Doesn't your music video already have 100 million views?"
"Stop trying to change the topic." Jungkook said, and I could hear how he was getting more frustrated with me.
"I'm not letting you give me any money."
"Then come to Seoul." I burst out laughing.
"Seoul is even more expensive then Busan! I can't just leave, either. All my friends and—"
"If you talk about your idiot of a boyfriend I swear to god I'm going to punch a hole in the wall." I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see it.
"He's not an idiot. You only met him once anyway."
"That was enough. I don't like him." I laughed again.
"You don't like anyone." I said, and he started to laugh as well.
"I like you. And I like all my fans. I just have a hard time trusting boys around my beautiful little sister. But seriously, Naerin-ah. Move to Seoul!"
"I'm not letting you pay for my apartment, so what's the point?"
"Just live with me then. Until you find a job and can pay for your own place."
"What? You live with all your hyungs, don't you? I doubt your manager would agree." I didn't see how this would even be an option.
"He's more understanding then you think. And it's not permanent. Also, we can spend time together! I miss you."
"I miss you, too." I said, feeling defeated.
"Then come live with me! Or just think about it, okay? I'll talk to my manager and my hyungs. I'll call you tomorrow. Love you."
"Love you." Then he ended the call, and I was left all alone.
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I thought about moving to Seoul. A lot. At first, it didn't even seem possible. But Jungkook called me back and explained that their manager was fine with me staying at his dorm for some time, and so were his other members.
I did really want to see my brother. He visits, of course. But I never get to see him for more then a few days.
I also wanted to to just see Seoul. I wanted to live there and experience a different place. I've never even meant his other band members, either.
And that's why I bought a plane ticket.
~End of Chapter~
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