Silence>JJK (paused)

11

After buying the uniform and library materials for Jungkook's school, we went back walking towards my home.

It was soon I would see Jungkook going to school. But one thing cradled down my head. Jungkook never communicated with others except me.

That made me feel uncomfortable.

Was he actually traumatized over the fact that he was shot? Or,

Is he is hiding something from me?

from the police,

the world.

Soon, I would have to leave him and focus on my work. But, That thought alone chased me to pit of unsure.

It was a comfortable silence. I saw Jungkook innocently smiling. Happy. He had this thing when he was happy. He would smile softly and hum some unknown tunes by himself. He had an aura that would scream about his emotions to the one's passing him by the road.

He is so mysterious.

"I don't know how to thank you," he started. "But, I honestly can't thank you. I never had this much of choice, freedom and space. I am really grateful to meet you and sorry for burdening you. Because of me, your work is disturbed." He says in a quiet tone. Enough for me to hear, anyways.

I was surprised. Stifling a gasp under my breath. This is the most he had spoke to me. Yet, I couldn't figure out how he only kept blinking to others when a question was directed towards him.

"I told you before, This is my duty. Before we find your parents. I am not going to leave you and you don't need to be sorry. I have special permission. I will start going to studio from Sunday. Don't stress  okay?"

He smiled sadly. "Okay."

"So, Why am I here?" I asked him. Since the time I arrived, I only saw him rummaging through files after files and picking up calls. Being the impatient person I am, I asked him about his reasoning to make me come all the way to here.

He looked at me sternly. His eyebrows upwards, sleepy eyes with slight dark circles. Making him appear really tired and sleep deprived.

"I am confused how little information we have about Jeon Jungkook." He starts. I furrow my eyebrows. Leaning on the table. Tilting my head a bit, sidewards.

"We only know about his name, his age, medical report and blood group." He looked down, disappointed about the slight progression he made in he number of days.

"Nothing about his parents or his home?" I asked him.

"No, not a name." He slided his hair backwards due to frustration. I leaned back at the chair, looking confused.

Such high class office, high tech computer and technology management, Yet no clue about a simple boy.

Who are you Jeon Jungkook?

Driving back home, I caught myself wondering about how I don't know anyhing about the boy i left in my house.

He was probably hiding  adeep secret which wasn't he most clean thing ever. As my car came to the direction of the highways, I saw a dark hooded man, in the middle of the damn road.

I was confused, blinking again, the road was dark since it's evening. The sun set hours ago. I alerted the guy standing few meters away from he steady car by honking the horn.

He didn't moved and for some reason, I couldn't stop my car. Before anything could happen, I quickly took a turn. My car grazes a signboard as I do so.

My heartbeat kept accelerating as each second passes by. Never have I ever had such a scary encounter in the road.

So many years of road experience but never had I lost control like that.

I found myself hyperventilating, soon I opened the car door, turning on my mobile flash, I went towards the place where the hooded dumb guy was standing. But to my confusion, I found myself slone in the middle of the road.

Strange.

When I went to my house engerance, clicking sound of the door unlocking, I was greeted by a enthusiastic boy. He apparently made a caricature piece of the actor we saw in a movie on netflix.

I looked at the piece and admired. Caricature poeces looked really hard to draw, atleast to me. I always admire people who know how to make a caricature. Thus, his talent made me feel more disheartened.

A 17 year old, yet such power, such mystery, such talent.

I said, "I am feeling jealous." I silently spoke, but he heard it anyways, "Why?" he asked.

"I lost the time you have." I looked at his piece of art, disheartened. At that time, for the first time in my life, felt jealous of someone. And that was none other than a 17 year old boy.

What a life I'm leading. So much achievement yet, jealous at a 17 year old's caricature piece.

Jungkook seem to notice my facial expression. I felt his gaze at me for a good while.

"I don't get what you are saying..." he says.

You won't.