The years passed by and your lofty dreams have almost dwindled into non-existence.....the familiar feeling of emptiness is starting to creep back. Will this person who has suddenly been thrown into your life be the one to bring the light back into y...
"Your friends sound, erm, very different to you, Noona," Jungkook observes. "How long have you known each other?"
You laugh as you say, "Too long! I've known them since Year 3. I guess that's Junior School for you? Anyway, since we were 8 years old, more or less. We have a lot of mileage between us. We usually hang out every weekend and some weeknights, but not so much recently." You give him a knowing glance.
Jungkook seems to be absorbing what you're saying as he pushes the trolley around the supermarket. You usually savour your alone time on a Sunday, but now it feels nice to have someone with you. Well, that's not strictly true. It feels nice because that 'someone' is Jungkook, with whom you feel comfortable walking around.
"Have you told them about me?" he asks after a few moments.
"I did, after much persuasion on their part. I told them I was interested in someone, but we were on a break," you wince as you realise you sound like Ross Geller. Jungkook understands the reference and smirks briefly before saying, "Break? So, you weren't going to stay away from me for long?"
Shaking your head, you simply say, "I guess not."
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He grins broadly at you and intertwines his fingers in yours before moving along with you and your trolley. You smile as you continue with the mundane activity of grocery shopping with the not-so-mundane BTS idol Jungkook. It's almost 6 pm by the time you return home and put things away, making sure Jungkook takes his things for his housemates. You suggest that Jungkook goes back home to get ready for the new working/school week, which he reluctantly does. After quick pecs on the lips at the door which don't seem to want to end, you retreat into your quiet apartment. You haven't had a man in there for any reason since Mark and, although it should feel strange for Jungkook to be there, it doesn't. You sometimes forget that he's not an overseas student here to study, but a famous idol from South Korea, taking a few months sabbatical to develop his professional artistic abilities. Just from the few times you've heard him play and sing, you know he already has an established skill set (you giggle childishly), and you hope he doesn't get underestimated because of his sweet nature. You feel giddy at the prospect of what the future holds with you and Jungkook, although there is a nagging reminder that he'll only be here for a few months. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it, you think. Who knows what will happen between now and then.
The next few days pass by without event. Work carries on as usual and you even manage to squeeze in time to do some preparations for the Christmas concert. You avoid talking to Mia and Layla for a few days in case they ask you about the supposed school inspection. Your communication with Jungkook though, has been regular by means of many texts during the day and regular phone calls in the evening. The frequency of messages has been greater from his side, but that's mainly due to him having access to his phone all the time, whereas yours is on 'silent' during the day. However, you eagerly check your phone every day as soon as you leave school. You both generally talk about your day and anything worthy of mention. Some of the messages have been on the 'dirty' side, making you giggle when you read his and downright blush when you respond in kind.
You arrange to meet Jungkook at the Academy on Thursday so that you can tutor him on his piece whilst playing on the school's piano. On said day, you go straight to the Academy from school and head into the auditorium. When you get there, you see that nothung has changed except for the staff and student portraits on the walls. You're surprised that Mr Brown's portrait isn't anywhere to be found. That old codger would never sit still long enough for anyone to take his picture.
You stand behind the stage curtains and stare at the auditorium in which you have performed so many times. You had always been a nervous performer, so you understand how Jungkook feels, but he is so much more talented that you are. Your thoughts are interrupted by someone running towards you.
"Noona!" Jungkook says as he almost collides into you to hug you.
"Dude, what if someone sees us?" you ask.
"Erm, hello? Anyone here?" he bellows out. "Nope, we're good," he says, and continues to hug you. "Just a few seconds more, I haven't seen you in ages!"
"JK, it's been four days," you say, rolling your eyes, but still hugging him back. "Do you seriously wear black here too? You know, wearing black doesn't make you blend into the background, you stand out cos everyone knows it's you," you say.
"Really? That's ok, I'm JK," he says happily.
Why does it sound like he's said that before?He breaks away and then runs to the back to pick something up from behind a bench. "Look what I found, Noona!" He reads from shiny object, ".....presented to Anna for the Judy Bingham Prize for Original Composition, dated, hang on I can't see this bit....," You quickly snatch the trophy from him.
"Wow, where you did you find this? Hang on, did you nick it from the Awards Room of Fame?" you ask incredulously.
"Borrow, Noona, not steal, geez," he says, acting hurt at the assumption.
"Well, this trophy was a highly prestigious award in my day, not that it means much now. Not like I have a stack of original compositions that I'm now making royalties from," you joke. You look at the trophy sadly for a few seconds and then hand it back to Jungkook. "Return it please, and then hurry back for practice. We've got a lot to go over," you instruct. You think back to the day you were given that award and how naively optimistic you had been at that time, thinking you would conquer the world with your music. Oh well, at least now I can help someone else conquer the world instead.
