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Mirae |
I rolled and rolled, and count the beats of the irregular sounds of my heart. What if I don't get chosen, what if- if- I never get chosen.
Jungkook made me realize I'm not fighting for what I want, I'm cowardly hiding behind my parents and pursue their needs and dreams.
As much as Jungkook been harsh, my heart still remains of that childhood. Kookie will always remain in my soft spot, no little arrogance or a behavior change in the future will steal my image of Kookie.
With every count and steps, I've realized I've been walking in my room -back and forth, left to right. I need to calm thyself and focus on one thing. The cell phone.
The ugly technological thing hadn't beeped yet!
"Aish! C'mon people I've been waiting for 2 days. Send us the results already," I clutched the pink cell phone in my hands "I'm soon going to break this tiny cell phone!"
I fall on my bedsheets, counting sheep in my head. All these warmth underneath me will definitely seek for my brain to shut down and dream of nothing while sleeping.
I swear what kind of dreams do people have when they sleep, I feel nothing? like nothing at all. And then I wake up in the morning I feel all lazy; feeling as if I have only fallen asleep 5 minutes ago.
I yawn getting comfortable in my bed and soon I close my eyes —regretting my promise to stay awake.
Oh well, a little sleep won't hurt.
•••
Jungkook and his mother both sat in the grand living room, the fire from the fireplace cracked due to the amount of wood placed inside and ignited a good amount of natural warmth.
Mrs. Jeon looked straight at Jungkook with her eyebrows furrowed and dark crescents under her eyes.
She looked nowhere near human right now, whereas Jungkook sat facing through a large glass window —just staring into nothing, somehow he looked relaxed and spaced out into nothing.
Maybe thinking about what he said to Mirae, it still hunts him at night but the wall he built around himself keeps him a step away, to keep his pride on his shoulders.
Even the little calls from Mrs. Jeon does not ring in his ears, he's too distracted by the waves of the trees or rather how Mirae's hair would entangle with the wind like that. He is growing up, he has learned everything in the books at a massive library the Jeon's occupy in their home.
Every time Mirae goes to college or no one is home, he would spend his time with curious eyes on different books, everything happened out of boredom. Whether it is business-related or anything he had all accomplished- locked in his memory.
The boy is very smart and sharp, no one will be able to tell. He's as hard as flint and maybe a little cold like ice —fire is what burns in his eyes, and the dangerous, aggravated behavior is what he hides.
What can even the future tell us? Because there is always a twist in fate —a change in destiny?
"Eomma, at what age am I suppose to inherit and take my father's place?" still he didn't look at her, the odd questioned surprised Mrs. Jeon, but more because this is the first time Jungkook is willing to show interest.
Mrs. Jeon tugged her lips into a motherly smile that can make anyone forget her brutal, cold ways towards the business world.
Everything is about getting rid of and conquest your throne. Business plays no game.
"When you are 20 you will be training with your father, as soon as you're around 21-22 you'll get all the shares, your fathers' and mine —all of our works and money will completely be handed down to you," she said proudly.
It does not have to be said. This child has a mind capable more than what Einstein invented, more than Leonardo Da Vinci's refined Mona Lisa.
It does not have to be said yet again, God made his feature with delicate hands almost painting him with the tip of the cotton point of the brush, lightly making out all the outlines and features. Adding all that sanity, and need to the opposite gender to drool over him.
