He's My Only One

{Kimma's POV}

"Looks like we're going to have to be partners then,” I said to Jungkook as we took our seats.

"Okay then," he said as he leans back in his chair, closing his eyes to probably nap in class once again.

I sighed in frustration and tapped on his shoulder.

No response from him.

"Hey! Jungkook!" I said as I lightly punched his chest.

"AISH! What?!!" He said in an aggravated tone, glaring at me.

"We have to figure out what we're going to be doing for our music project, and this time I'm NOT going to fail this one", I said in a stern voice.

He sighs loudly and gives an annoyed "Fine,"

"Okay then, glad to have your cooperation."

"So, can you even play an instrument? Or can you even sing for that matter?" Jungkook said as he stops leaning in his chair, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.

I can already tell this is going to be a pain in the butt working with him.

"Yes I can, and BOTH for that matter. What about you? I've never even heard you play or sing anything at all."

"Well I've never heard you sing or play either, but that doesn't mean I'm doubting your musical abilities,” he said as he was fiddling with his pencil.

Crap, that's actually true.

I sighed and nodded my head in agreement.

"So to do our music project, let's do it at your house", Jungkook said as he continues to mess with his pencil.

"Uh, I would rather not", I said, shaking my head.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to,"

"Then how are we going to do the project?"

"Why can’t we do it at your house", I said, glancing at him quickly.

If we were to do the project at my house....

I would rather not think about it to be honest.

"I don't know. Are you sure we can't do it at your house?" He says.

"I'm positive we can’t,"


"Aish, what a pain,” Jungkook sighed with annoyance, leaning back on his chair again.

"Fine then, tomorrow after school, let's walk to my house together. Make sure you bring your instrument with you", Jungkook said as the last bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.
I nodded my head and packed my stuff into my bag, heading out to leave.

**********

I walked into my house, hoping that my dad was either asleep or that he's not home.

I walked pass the living room seeing that he's not there and headed into the kitchen.

"Appa?" I call out. Silence answers me and I sighed in relief.

He's not home.

I walked upstairs and check my dad’s bedroom to double check he's not home, and of course he isn't in there.

It's really sad how happy I am to know that my father isn't home anymore.

I walked back into my room and sat on my bed.

Tomorrow, after school, I have to bring my guitar there.

The guitar that I used to play to my mom in the hospital with... Before she passed away.

I don't think I can play the guitar without remembering about...

I bit my lip in frustration and glanced at my closet door. I finally got up from my bed as I took shaky steps towards my closet. I yanked the door open and looked down to see my guitar in its case, lying on the floor. I took in a shaky breath and grabbed the case out of my closet. I closed the door and walked back to my bed, laying down the guitar in its case on my bed.

I'm shaking just by touching my guitars case. What do I do when I have to play in front of Jungkook tomorrow?

I took the zipper and I was about to open the case when my bedroom door slams open. I jumped and turn around to see my dad, who seems to be sober.

"Kimma, what are you doing?" He said in a gruffy voice.

I tried to talk but nothing seems to come out. I guess you can say I'm scared of my own father?

He walks over to me and I felt myself tense as he looks over my shoulder to see the guitar in its guitar case, unopened.

"Oh yea, I almost forgot you had a guitar. I remember how you used to play it a lot,” he says smiling a little.

I nodded slightly while staring at the floor. At least he still knows how to smile at me

"Well, I just came up to let you know I brought some dinner home. It's pizza, you like pizza right?" He asked as he started to leave my room.

"Ye-Yeah," I said as I followed him out of my room.

We walk down the stairs to see 2 boxes of pizza sitting on the kitchen table. I looked next to the boxes to see 4 full beer bottles. I gulped and sat down at the table while opening up the pizza boxes. My father sat across from me and opens up one of the beer bottles.

I took a slice and placed one on my father’s plate as he takes a swig of his beer.

He takes a bite of his pizza as I placed a slice on my plate. We ate in silence for at least 10 minutes. I finished 2 slices and I got up to throw away my paper plate.

"Kimma, throw away mine too, will ya?" he said after he downs another bottle. I nodded my head and took his paper plate to throw it away.

"Thank you. If you need me, I'll be in my room,” he said as he leaves the kitchen. I took a deep breath and walked up the stairs to my room. I closed the door and glanced at the guitar case.

"I guess I have no choice but to play this thing tomorrow,” I muttered.

I wonder what Jungkook plays as his instrument? Does he sing as well?

I wonder...

**********

I walked towards the school, holding my guitar case in my right hand. I walked up the 2 flights of stairs and walked down to my music class to drop off my guitar.

I placed my guitar in the corner of the room as I heard, "oh, so you play the guitar?"

I looked towards the doorway to see Jungkook with his arms crossed while smirking at me.

"Yeah", I said.

"Play for me", he says. I glanced at my guitar and involuntarily grimaced at the remark.

"Aw what's wrong? Can't play the guitar? Did you just bring it for show?" A familiar voice says as they walked into the classroom.

It's the b*tch, of course.

And yes, I will always call her 'the b*tch' because she's not worth the effort of me to keep calling her name, so I won’t from now on.

"No, of course I can play. Why are you here anyways,” I asked her in a bored tone.

"Oh me? I just wanted to visit my second period class to see other students walk in,” she said as she sat in the front seat.

I walked out of the classroom, honestly not giving a shit about why she was even there in the first place.

"Can't wait to hear you play after school,” Jungkook said playfully in my ear and walks in front of me. We entered our history class as usual with the b*tch walking right behind us.

**********

The school bell finally rings signaling the end of the day. I packed up my things and grabbed my guitar case from the corner of the room.


"Wang! You play guitar?" I heard from behind me. I turned around to see Minje standing behind me while staring at the guitar case in my hand. I nodded and she beams, "you should play a song for us sometime!! I love the guitar!... Even though I don't know how to play it,"

"U-Um-"

"Minje, I will be the first to hear Kimma play. Sorry to disappoint you,” Jungkook said as he stands next to me, somehow covering me from that conversation.

"Ugh you’re such a jerk Jungkook. Why do you always get to have Kimma all to yourself? I want to befriend Kimma too!" MiCha said with a pout, putting her hands on her hips.

I laughed and said, "who said I was ever Jungkook’s friend?" She laughs and nods in agreement as I felt a tight grip on my arm.

"Let's just get this over with", Jungkook said with a scoff as we left the classroom.

We made it outside of the school and he finally lets go of my arm.

"It takes at least 10 minutes to walk from the school to my house", Jungkook said as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"Okay then,” I said as we continued to walk.

Around 10 minutes later I heard Jungkook say, "well this is it."

Jungkook stopped abruptly and I looked to my left to see a large house with a huge gate in the front. He opens the gate and walks in. I followed after him and closed the gate as he walks towards his front door. I jogged towards him as he took his keys out of his pocket and opens the front door.

We walked in as Jungkook closes the door behind us.

"Well, this is my house", he said in a sorta nervous tone.

Is he rich or something?!!

I looked up to see a bright chandelier that's probably bigger than my entire body. There was a staircase to the right and to the left was a large doorway leading to who knows where.

"Wow,” I couldn’t help but say in awe. He grabs my arm and starts to run towards the stairs when a high pitched squeal comes from the kitchen.

"Jungkook!!!~"

I heard him groan as a woman holding a book, walks through the large doorway.
"Welcome home sweet-"

The woman drops her book and stares at me as if I was a foreign object that she's never seen before.

Thank the heavens I put on a lot of makeup to hide my bruises today or else I might have gotten an even worse reaction.

"Jungkook! You didn't tell me you were bringing a beautiful woman over to our house!" The woman said as she kicks the book off to the side and made her way towards us.

"Hi mom. This is Kimma Wang. Kimma, this is my mom-" Jungkook said but gets cut off by his mom when she says, "just call me mom as well." She gives me a tight hug and I couldn’t help but slightly smile.

She seems friendly, cheerful, and nice so far. Wonder how long she’ll stay like that.

He sighs in annoyance once his mom and I broke from the hug, and walks up the stairs, with his death grip on my arm still in place.

“Jungkook! Treat this young lady with respect!! Understand me?!" She says as he led me down the hallway without responding.

Many doors later, we finally reached the end of the hall and he opens the last door.
"Come on in", he said as he lets me walk in first.

I walked inside and looked around to see a twin sized bed covered in black blankets and black pillows sitting in front of the large window. To the right of his bed was a night stand and the closet. To the left was a piano and a desk with a laptop.

"Nice room,” I said as he closes the door behind him.

"Uh, thanks?" He said as he walks over to the piano.

"So, the instrument you play is the piano?" I asked as he sits on the bench in front of the piano. He nods and continues to stare at me.

"What?" I asked as I continued to stand in the middle of his room.

"Aren't you going to play for me?" He said, resting his elbow on his knee.

I scoffed and placed my guitar case on his bed. I grabbed the zipper and opened the guitar case to see my guitar, laying there as if it were still brand new. I gulped and before I realized it, I was shaking uncontrollably.

I don't think I can do it. Just seeing it is making me remember. I don't think I can play the guitar. Maybe I should just leave-

"Kimma?"

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around hitting my head against Jungkook’s forehead.
"Aish!!" He said as he rubs his forehead.

"S-s-sorry," I said in a shaky voice. Jungkook’s facial expression went from pained, to pissed, to concern in a second.

I looked back at my guitar and brushed my fingers over the familiar strings.

I can't do this.

I quickly took my guitar out of the guitar case and sat on Jungkook’s bed.

No, I CAN do this.

I took a deep breath and tried to steady my already shaking hands.

"Kimma, are you okay?" Jungkook says as I place my fingers on the strings.

I strummed and heard the familiar tune of my guitar.

This isn't so bad, in fact, I feel happier then I've been in awhile.

For some odd reason, the guitar was still in tune too.

I unknowingly smiled as I started to fully play the guitar.

Before I realized it, I started to play the song I used to play to my mother.I sang and I stopped playing as tears fell from my eyes.

I imagined my mom lying on her hospital bed, looking as sickly and pale as possible. It was as if she were literally just to skin and bones, that's how frail and fragile she had gotten. That's how weak she became..

But my mom always liked listening to me sing this song for her, she said it was beautiful, just like me.

On her funeral I sang this song, as a farewell to her and a goodbye.

I still never gotten a chance to say goodbye, but on that day, it was like me singing that song for her was my last parting gift to her.

I covered my face with my hands to avoid Jungkook from seeing me cry.
How can I be so pathetic right now?

I felt my guitar being taken away and before I can see what was happening, I was enveloped in a warm embrace.

"You sang that song to your mom, didn't you?" Jungkook said as he rests his hand on the back of my head.

"H-How did you know?" I said while still shaking slightly.

"I'll tell you a quick story, okay?" He said as he lets go of the hug and sits next to me on his bed. He pulls my head towards him and had me rest my head on his shoulder.

He strokes my hair and says, "One day, I went to the hospital to visit my grandmother because she was going to get surgery that day. As I walked to my grandmother’s room, I heard a sweet voice and a guitar playing throughout the hallway. As curious as I was, I followed the noise and peeked through the door window, to see a girl, about my age, strumming a guitar and singing to a sickly woman laying in the hospital bed. I couldn't see the girls face, but I could see the woman's face, and the entire time as the girl sang, the woman smiled happily."

I nodded for him to continue and he takes a deep breathe, "After that day, I had to visit my grandmother every day at the hospital for a week. And each day, I would hear the same song played by the same girl. I would always look through the window to see the woman smile, but as each day passed, I noticed the woman grew older and paler. It was if she went from 30 to 100 in just a matter of days."

I started to tear up again as he continues, "After my grandmother left the hospital, I continued to go to the hospital to hear the girl sing to the woman lying in the bed. One day, I went to the same room, where the woman was, and saw that the girl wasn't there. I left and this continued for about a week."

I stifled my sobs by covering my mouth as he continues to stroke my hair and tell his story.
"And one day, in class, a new girl came to my school and with my luck, had to sit next to me. She was quite annoying and pissed me off most of the time. All of a sudden, her phone started to ring in class and was put on speaker so that everyone in the class could here. Her father said something about her mom and she quickly threw the phone out the window. No one knew the reason why she threw her phone out the window and couldn't care less, except for me. I had a bad feeling about the entire situation. Later that day, I went to the hospital to visit the woman that the girl used to visit."

I was sobbing uncontrollably at this point, because since the beginning of this story I could already tell who he was talking about..

"When I looked through the window of the door, the woman was no longer there and the bed sheets were folded. It was as if she never existed. So as a nurse walked by, I asked her what had happened to the woman inside the room. The nurse told me that the woman had passed away this morning at around 9:16.

That was around the time that the new girl next to me, had gotten a phone call regarding her mother. Of course I ignored it. I thought that the obnoxious girl sitting next to me couldn't possibly have been the girl with the sweet voice at the hospital." Jungkook says as his he lifts my chin up to face him.

"But in fact, that sweet voice, belongs to the girl in front of me, named Kimma Wang,” Jungkook said while smiling sweetly towards me.

My heart started to race as I glanced at his smile.. I've never seen him smile before...
I start to feel butterflies in my stomach and my heartbeat started to quicken in a rapid speed.
His smile.... Is so sweet and cute...

I could stare at his smile all day. If he were like this all the time, then I just might fall...

He cupped my cheek and slowly starts to lean his face closer to mine. His lips are merely inches away from mine. He's so close that I can smell his minty fresh breath.

What do I do if he kisses me?! I'll be so embarrassed I wouldn't know what to do.

His eyes started to close as he leans in closer.

Maybe I wouldn't mind him kissing me. Maybe I'll... like it?..

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