Fanatic Ghost

The Stuff Doll: Jungkook

It's been a while since I woke in my bed, my body still weak. Jimin Hyung always helps me to recover. I know his feeling for me, that's not out of my knowledge. Who person didn't like or love him? A sweet, caring guy and handsome plus his rich, despite many men and women, head over heels for him.

"Jungkook, are you already awake?" He asked from the other side of my door. "Your Physical therapist is here." I groan.

"I'm coming, Hyung," I answered and then he didn't comply happily or something like 'okay, love.'

This is one reason I cannot give my heart to him.

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While I exercise on my treadmill, I stare toward the blue sky of our penthouse. Floating to my dreams and fantasies about everything. Jimin Hyung doesn't allow any sources of communication or updates from the outside. He only allows talking to my parents and the maids. They are frequently quiet and only think about their job other than that they are like a human-robot― they do what the master says.

"Next, the exercise ball." my trainer announced. I breathe from the exhaustion of this exercise.

"Doc, can I have a break? You're not gonna intending killed me rather recover me, worst than ever." I complain, her face stiff with no emotion staring at me.

"I apologize, Mr. Jeon, you can take a 5-minute break." I groan at her and took a seat; I noticed my mother.

"Eomma, I miss you," my mother smiled although deep inside she didn't want to see me.

"Yes, Junghyun. I mean Jungkook." I realize that I embrace her and stare with a sorrowful eye― she still didn't recover from Junghyun's death.

"Mom, are you gonna stay here?" I asked changing from the awkward situation.

"Sorry, your father sent me here to deliver this to Mr. Park." She turns back at me and walks away like a pass-over. Through this year, they still want Junghyun― am merely his reference.

Flashback

I'm the youngest of my twin brother due to some pregnancy complications my older brother is weak. During the pregnancy state of my mother's umbilical cord for both babies is not sufficient for both of us. My umbilical cord passes well while my elder brother has a dull one, that's why when we got to deliver, he always gets sick and required more care.

My parents focus on Junghyun rather than me as a child no one explains it to me. When I request attention or I want to play, they neglected me.

"How many times have I told you to go outside and play there!!!" my mother raged pointing outside, I'm afraid of my mother to screech again. I approached my father's office. I try to play with his slovenly papers on the floor.

"What are you doing you, stupid child?" I stand and smile at him.

"I just want to play," I responded, he pulled my ear and drag me outside.

"If I see you in my office again, I'll gonna kick you out of this house!" He slams the door in my face. I run to my room and, embrace my pink rabbit toy and, cry on his chest.

"Why nobody loves me," I murmured

I do anything to make them proud. I study harder to reach the top and also become a model student at our school. Many teachers adore my grades and performance in our school still--

"I am ashamed of you, I cannot even be called you a son for nothing." my father throwing away my A+ test papers. All my life my family didn't give me love, I can't blame my Hyung. He knows about my parent's maltreatment of me. He was never angry nor rebuked me for his sickness but he admires me more than I either, I still remember this stuffed animal. I stare at the huge bunny stuff toy, I desire to buy it, as a boy. I don't have money just― my parents get mad once I purchased the stuffed animal.

Junghyun buys for me. My eyes sparkle as I lay my hands on the soft, fluffy animal. I squeeze so tight that I wouldn't let it go. At first, my parents disagree with it. Junghyun stands for me to buy me a toy, moreover, my parents have no choice but to agree.

"Jungkook, if you're sad. You can cry on him and call him Cooky." He smiles at ruffling my hair. I responded happily.

Flashback end.

My tears came out of my eyes. I wiped it immediately and took my way back to the rehabilitation room.

My therapist gave me the ball, and start the exercise. Afterward, the therapist praises me for my fast improvement. I heard Jimin Hyung coming. I immediately throw the large ball at him. The ball hit his shoulder, accidentally drop his phone. I was gasp and was shocked by the situation. Jimin Hyung furiously approached and scowled at the therapist.

"Your Fired, I don't need your service anymore. About the payment, you'll be receiving a full 6-month payment so― get out to my house!" He roared pointing outside as my therapist run in tears. He gawks back at me, his eyes pure of rage, and shakes my body. "You're doing nothing, just to give me a headache. Can you please just a single moment of your act, like your Hyung, you're such a brat." He yells and pushes away. I rushed to my room and slam it closed, jumping to the bed where Cooky was located. I embrace him as I did before when I was seven. As I finished crying my hand roam to his pocket where I hide his note.

The note where I met Seokjin, the man who first love me.

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It is hard for me to write this chapter because Jungkook's situation and my situation aren't different. I cried overnight after I finish it. Not if you know, my parents also disowned me. They always say this thing to me when they scold me. Now, they explain that they didn't mean to say that. They love me and that love wouldn't replace by anything.