My Song For You [JJK]

VII

"Rock, Paper, Scissors for who'll go and get the clothes from the store.", Jungkook sticks out his hand, all set for the game and I roll my eyes, "People have already seen us like this, It makes no difference anymore."

"Excuse me but I have a reputation to uphold.", He says defensively which fires up my curiosity about his identity for the millionth time. 

The topic has been left untouched since we've met. Even after spending the whole night talking with each other, neither of us dared to talk about this, for some undisclosed reason. I didn't want to push him, fearing he might go back to his mute mode if I asked something touchy, so I never really mustered up the courage to ask him about his place in the world. 

This time's different though. I've this feeling that if I don't ask now, I'll end up not knowing about him at all. After all, We'll be parting ways soon, as soon as he drops me off to my home.

The thought makes something shift uncomfortably inside of me but I choose to ignore it. There's just no way I'm getting attached to this guy. 

Besides, I've Yoongi. I don't need anyone else, certainly not this hot, supposed chaebol.

I shake my head and finally blurt out, "What are you anyway? Clearly you're loaded with money. So what is it? Who are you?"

Not far from expectations, He goes completely silent. With a serious face and all. I shoot my hands up in the air, "We'll be parting ways in like, an hour. But sure, you wanna be all batman about it, then do that."

With that, I get out of the car and shut the door a little too harshly, surprising myself as well. Gosh, Chill Y/N.

With a hint of irritation still lingering in my demeanor, I take quick steps towards the convenience store, noticing the cause of irritation following quietly behind. 

I pick out all the necessary clothing and dump them down on the counter, startling the lazy cashier out of his nap. Jungkook follows suit, creeping up behind me and flashing his black card for the second time.

I roll my eyes at the gesture and make my way towards the small restroom at the back of the deserted store. Stupid black card bearing bastard!

The restroom was small, with only one stall each for both genders. Hearing his steps nearing the room, I quickly dash inside the female one and start off by stripping from my muddy outfit. The sound of his shower running evidences his presence in the stall right across from mine.

"Have you ever heard of Jeon Entertainment?"

His husky voice startles me, the random question even more so. I mean, I ask about his identity and he wants to make small talks about the business world? But I reply anyway, the warm water now calming my nerves down, "Who hasn't? Rumor has it that the company's on the verge of bankruptcy."

A small pause follows and I frown in panic, God, what did I do this time?!

He abruptly clears his throat and mutter, voice drowning by the running water, "I'm the CEO of Jeon Entertainment."

Widening my eyes at the discovery, I turn the shower off and almost yell at him, "What?!"

Turning off his own shower, he says again, this time a little more confidently, "I'm the CEO of Jeon Entertainment."

I gasp out loud in surprise and he chuckles lightly at the voice, a million questions swirling inside my mind and I blurt them all out in a row, without giving anything much thought, "You're the Jeon Jungkook?!"

"Yes.", He giggles.

"You're the heir of Jeon Entertainment?!"

"Yes."

"You're a billionaire?!"

"Um...Technically, My parents were."

"It was your sister who killed herself?!"

I bite my lips in regret as soon as the question slips out of mouth, almost smacking myself on the head at my insensitivity. For obvious reasons, he quiets down, making me feel twice as bad. How could I just ask that so bluntly?!

"That was so rude, I'm really sorry. It was all over the news last year and I just...I'm so sorry.", I quickly apologize, hoping I didn't ruin whatever we are with this one stupid question.

"Don't bother. It's not the first time someone has asked me this.", The voice with which he replies is so fragile that I get an unreasonably strong urge to pull him into my embrace. "I'm still sorry.", I mumble, pulling up my jean shorts.

"It's alright. I guess that's what I get for having a sister like that.", He sighs and I frown at the sudden coldness of his voice. Knowing I've already pushed all his limits, I throw away any sense of respect for his privacy and ask, "What does that mean?"

"You know, Why fall for the wrong guy? She was stupid enough to throw away everything over a guy, who ended up leaving her in the end."

"She was in love," I try to reason but he snaps, 

"There is no such thing as love. It's just a fantasy that people build to escape the loneliness within them. People are just dumb to think that someone would actually love them without any ulterior intention. My sister was no different, She abandoned everything. The company, the legacy our parents worked so hard to build, her naive little brother, everything! That too, for a guy who didn't even have the decency to show up at her funeral after being with her for 4 fucking years. So don't give me all this bullshit about true love and all, okay? Because it just doesn't fucking exist!"

My eyes sadden at his broken voice. I walk out of my stall, only to find him leaning against his own door, eyes closed but pain and grief clear on his face. 

Having no control over my actions or emotions anymore, I walk up to him and reach up on my tip toes. He opens his tear stained eyes at my presence, not objecting the proximity. Slowly but certainly, I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him close to me and he obliges, his arms tightening around my waist and head resting on my shoulder.

Peace settles in the air as we hug each other tightly. 

I never knew he went through so much, Never knew that things like these actually happened to people in real life. Funny how we gossip and talk about the people on the news like they're not real people with real feelings. Regret fills within me once again and I squeeze him closer, to which he responds with a relaxing sigh.

We stay like that for a long time, taking in each other's warmness and comfort until things start to become a little awkward as the inappropriateness of the situation dawns on us. Silently, We let go of each other, an awkward smile playing on both of our lips. He scratches the back of his neck in a boyish way and I suppress a smile of endearment. 

Just to spare him from the embarrassment of his now revealed secret, I jokingly propose, "If I didn't have Yoongi, I'd seduce you for your black card."