Fanatic Ghost

The Note: Jungkook

It's the first day of my school, and everyone staring at me like a god or nearly a nerd in front of them. I don't want attention rather I used to be a not to be noticed. In that institution, the sweet couple of Junghyun and Jimin is recognized by many. They're the perfect pair, similar to a drama you've watched on TV. Both came from wealthy families and, most of all; our parents are friends. I could guess merely a perfect match.

I don't have friends since I know they only want to be friends and had popularity from my brother. I felt miserable until now; my older brother sucks all the attention he wants; even Jimin. Jimin is the most sophisticated with a high standard person fell unto him. Even though my brother always told me that humility is the best standard of all.

Yes, he is a humble and loving person. He treats other people the same as himself. I admire him the most, but if I was true to myself. I had ill will towards him and, despite all my hard work from the house, even from school. Junghyun was on top, unlike me, a loser who watching him from above that I couldn't reach. Nobody discerns me for who I am.

One time, I went to the library. This place is my sanctuary. Here, the librarian and other staffs are my friends. They didn't see me as Junghyun but as Jungkook. We'd reading seldom, they recommend books for my exams and distinguish my problems at our house. I want to be a student assistant, but as usual, my parents didn't allow me. One time, when I searched for a book for my assignments, I see a tall, broad-shoulder pretty man on the other side.

"Beautiful," The only word spoke came out of my mouth. I fell on that guy hard that all my burden is taken away in a flash. I watched as he read the book silently, I gawked at him for eternity. I cannot be bored with his ethereal beauty. He places the book according to order, and suddenly, three girls surrounded him and flirt with him. I want to scare away that whore, I halt myself realizing― why should I bother.

He didn't recognize me.

I only watch him chuckling and chatting to the girls while I pass unto them without taking a glimpse at them. I place my books and things on my desk, and upon my hand leaning on the table, I sensed a paper on it. I blinked many times as I look at it a couple of times. It scribbled something on the paper.

 It says 'note'

I read the content.

"I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. It's impossible to put down!"

I huff in laughter to prevent my noise scattered to the library and then another note behind the paper.

"What is the least spoken language in the world?" I read in my mind, smile, and look for the answer. I found it on the back of the paper. "Sign Language." I huff again in laughter. A realization hit me, this is the first time someone had the effort to write, to make me laugh. I wipe my tears and continue to read the note on the table.

"A slice of apple pie is $2.50 in Jamaica and $3.00 in the Bahamas. These are the pie rates of the Caribbean."

I chuckle and, read another one.

"My friend keeps saying "cheer up man it could be worse, you could be stuck underground in a hole full of water." I know he means well."I can't help to read again the notes.

"What does a zombie vegetarian eat? "GRRRAAAAAIIIINNNNS!"

"Don't trust atoms. They make up everything!"

"Why did the invisible man turn down the job offer? He couldn't see himself doing it."

"What did the pirate say on his 80th birthday? AYE MATEY"

What do you call a deer with no eyes? No idea!"

My face was saddened once I read the last note.

"KID: "Dad, make me a sandwich!" DAD: "Poof, you're a sandwich!"

I bit my lips instead of the beam, my heart drops as the note mentioned a son asking his father to make him a sandwich. My father didn't do any favor for me instead a screech of anger was taking over him. He read another note, it is a father and son convo again.

"SON: *hands my Dad his 50th birthday card*, DAD: You know, one would have been enough."

Although it is funny, I felt sorrow in it. I remember when I gave dad a birthday card. I draw that card for him. He just throws it in the trash until one of his male assistants handed it to say. "Your dad threw this," He handed me the card. "It's beautiful," He praises and scratches his nape. "I wish my son, didn't give me a card on my birthday. You're such a sweet boy." he continues. I stare down at the floor hugging them tightly. "I wish, I had a father like you, unlike my father." He ruffles my hair. "I'm sorry, maybe your father was busy, please understand him. I can take that card as my present." I nodded and gave the card to him. I rejoiced, a certain person who had the best parents― I kinda envy those children who are loved by their parents. "How about this, I gonna take my son here for you to have friends. He also has the same school as yours." he happily stated and I nodded at him.

I can't help but smile when I have already I new friend.

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I was inspired by the comics I read and I want to make them in one of my chapters, however, I still manage to write it. I'm sorry if I update so slowly. please don't stop supporting me. I do my best to update on time.

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