Let Me Hold Your Hand

Unknown

Anusha's POV:

I was washing Jungkook's shirt in my bathroom after I came from my part-time job for the last hour, trying to remove this fucking stain from his shirt in my bathroom. It refused to come out. I was already worn out from my part-time work and the time was already 2 am, but I had no choice! I had to remove this, or else how could I pay for it? I crouched down and put my head in my arms.

It all happened because of my clumsiness.

How could I pay him, if it doesn't get out? I was already broke, and I still didn't have a weekend job! And I had to pay for mom's treatment! how could I manage everything? It's all messed up.

A sigh escaped my mouth.

Tears started to form in my eyes began a steady flow down my cheeks, letting my despair take over for a moment.

But then I rose and swept my tears off my face.

Why did I have to promise him that in the first place? He is rich, he is capable of doing anything. He has so many choices, but what about me? I am destitute, exactly like he said.

Beggars have no choices. I should accept that reality already.

But my inner pride refused to let me accept my fate. From my childhood, I worked hard to not need to beg for money in any situation.

Even in the future, I will never put myself down. I will pull myself together, I will work hard and pay for his shirt no matter what. I will manage everything, and I know one day all my hard work will pay off. I promised myself.

I let out a long and exaggerated sigh as I stood up and started to clean the shirt again.

In the afternoon, the next day

(Still Anusha's POV) 

I walked toward the library as quickly as I could manage.

I had my assignment to finish, and I should not get caught by Jungkook. The stain had refused to leave even after I'd cleaned it to the best of my abilities and had ended up tearing it in the process.

If he saw me, I had to return his shirt and his money, and I didn't have either, so it's better to avoid him until I find out some solution to it.

🔔🎶🎶You can call me a monster, I am creeping in your heart babe🎶🎶🔔

My phone rang as I pulled it out of my pocket. An Unknown Number? Hesitantly, I answered the call.

Unknown: Hello.

Me: Hello? Who is this?

I asked.

Unknown: Guess who?

Their voice seemed familiar, yet I couldn't put a name to their deep, rumbling sound.

Me: Look, mister, I am very busy right now, and I don't have time to play hide and seek with you, so don't disturb me again. Hanging up now.

I said in an annoying voice.

Unknown: Hold your horses, Pabo! Don't you dare hang up on me?

He warned venomously.

It's Jungkook! How did he get my number?

Oh fuck, what if he called me to ask about his shirt? What do I do now? Think, Anu! Think!

And then I had an idea--a risky one, but an idea nevertheless. Let me pretend as I didn't recognize him, and hang up the call as fast as possible so I'll never answer it again.