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Jungkook
"Uncle, I need a break. I know, I disappointed you once again and created chaos. But I promise to come back, stronger and this time...happier."
It took me a lot of time to finally say those words, words I had to say anyway. Knowing how I even disappointed my fans and being aware of my career as a singer slowly fading away, I wasn't sure what to do.
What to do next.
There was this time, where I was so surprised and felt stupid by my actions and how much courage I had when it came to Y/N, how much I was ready to give up for her.
I may sound stupid and too naive. It may look like I was over-reacting with some things. Years of hard work and awards now suddenly didn't have any worth. I realized how much I actually missed out.
Loving my fans and actually loving what I was doing, being grateful to my uncle and just keep going...I couldn't. Maybe my fate was supposed to my different. Nothing worked out. Having good looks and a good voice made me who I am today.
But if I didn't have the look, would I still be? Would my fans still love me and will be there someone, who'd love me for my voice? The talent I had, not my appearance.
I guess that was what I was waiting for.
And she came into my life.
How couldn't I possibly fall for her and fight for her love?
"I want to meet her."
I raised my brows in surprise, not believing my ears. Does my uncle want to meet her? Why that? Of course, I tried to read him. But he wasn't even looking at me, he was looking down on his shoes.
"Take a break, I already told you to do what you want to do. But I have only one question, Jungkook." He stood up, walking to the front of his desk and sitting on it as he now looked at me with a serious expression.
"Your career or her?"
"Her."
"You didn't even hesitate." He let out a weak laugh, crossing his arms.
"You know how much I had to do for you to come this far. I started seeing you as my son and yes I know, I was always strict with you. But what else was I supposed to do? Aren't fathers strict with their kids so that they'd learn?" He asked me with a sad smile and I shrugged, giggling at his question.
"I was not sure if you'd actually listen to me. You looked always happy and I thought you were until you told me you were faking it." His sad smile never left his face, neither this sad expression. He wasn't disappointed and I was glad he wasn't. Seeing him teary, he turned his back on me as he let the tears escape from his eyes and I never felt this bad.
