J.M pov
—————God this really isn't getting easier now is it? My father died not even a year ago and I still haven't brought up my courage to delete his old phone number that is still a contact in my list of numbers.
His death has brought nothing but pain and I feel like this will be a never ending sadness that will always end up overcoming me.
I find myself messaging the number though. Every day for the past year, I have sent messages like:Hey dad, I miss you..
Leading into what I did that day, what I may have accomplished and sometimes it's even small things like "I love you"
Days like these, I message him more often.
Sighing, I reached over for my phone and scrolled through the photos of my dad and the fun times we had.. I really do miss him. He was my only support to be honest. The only one that accepted me for being gay and who even tried hooking me up with some guys for the hell of it. None of them were any good. He told me that if he was to pass away, he'd find me the perfect man in heaven and SOMEHOW bring him to me. It's funny to think about because there is no way he could actually do that but it's still wholesome to remember.Putting everything away, I plug my phone in and I lay down. Ready to start a new day of sadness and MAYBE a little bit of stress.
-Skip-
I walked into school and I was immediately pushed into the lockers. This was a daily. I was pushed and beaten no matter what and it was like a constant thing.
No one tried to stop them as they punched and kicked my small and frail body. No one tried to stop the hurtful words that they were spitting in my face. What's even more sad besides the fact that no one interfered was also that ever since my father died, they tried even harder to make my life miserable. It continued like this all day and as I walked back into my small apartment that I was just barely fucking affording, I had the sudden thought to just kill myself.
However, I knew that my dad wouldn't want that. He'd told me before to text him if I needed to, to rant about the things that bothered me or hurt me.
So I did just that. I opened my phone up, tears streaming down my face as I send a text."It happened again today.. and I miss you so much. It's hard to not be able to talk to you for real.."
What I wasn't expecting was a response back not even 3 seconds later..
Unknown: "Who is this?"
Jimin: "Oh I'm so sorry.. I'll leave you alone.."
They finally gave someone his number.. I couldn't help but cry even more at this sudden information.
Unknown: "My names Jungkook.. are you okay? You seemed upset in that text? Who were you trying to message?"
Jimin: "I was just upset because my day wasn't that great.. I was messaging my dad but he passed away last year.. I still message this number sometimes so I'm sorry if you also got those too.."
Jungkook: "No it's alright! I'm sorry about your dad.. you can still message this number if you'd like to? Or you can talk to me when you need to?"
Jimin: "I wouldn't want to bother you.."
Jungkook: "No you're fine! How old are you and what's your name?"
Jimin: "Jimin and I'm 18"
Jungkook: "Oh! You're my hyung, I'm 17
Jimin: "Seems so haha"
I giggled a bit, even if it wasn't something huge to laugh about, it was still a better and happier conversation than I've had in a real long time.
Since I started talking to Jungkook, things have started to feel better.. like my heart was finally starting to heal and I stopped crying every day. I even learned how to stand up for myself from Jungkook who learned later on that I was getting bullied. He encouraged me to be better for myself and for my dad. I learned to be happy again and soon realized that Jungkook was the reason for my happiness and I fell in love.
I still felt the need to message the number when I was in pain but instead of messaging my father. I messaged Jungkook. Jungkook was my new reason for living. And I'm grateful that he was the one to have my fathers old number and he was brought to me like this..Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was destiny but either way he was here and he brought out the best sides of me.
And I thank my dad everyday for bringing this man in my life who I can now call my boyfriend. Hopefully husband in the future.

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Jikook One Shots
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